Tales of the Abyss Dressing Room

[...what's that smell? Coming from the kitchen? There's also a big piece of rock on the counter that wasn't there before]

...Yea, I don't think that's how a cake is suppose to look.

And....all finished!

*Peony has just completed a masterpiece. GRAND CHOKMAH!

...Out of popsicle sticks*

*So, what do you get when you have an easygoing emperor and a karaoke machine?*


Look at that low plane! Fine then. Uh oh, overflow, population,
common group, but it'll do. Save yourself, serve yourself. World serves its
own needs, listen to your heart bleed. Tell me with the rapture and the
reverent in the right - right. You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright
light, feeling pretty psyched.

It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine~~~~!

*please don't ask how he figured out how to work the machine and enjoy the show*

You know, this place could use some order. Or maybe some alphabeticalization. Too many multiples and so few me to go around to understand you people. Not to mention there's a scary rapist on the loose, where's the security so I can actually get around?

*blabbity blabbity blah, he's apparently bored and rambling nonsense...or maybe it's not complete nonsense*

Or maybe numberfication would be a better idea.

...uh whoa.

[ooc: suup? have a Peony]