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<----ELSA
*doesn't feel any change from the heat*
Elsa was killed *look of shock* Oh my god! Tinman and Atchou must have been devestated...................
I know I have you Annanagram, but you know, I can't mind speak with you anymore.......................can I??? Podarge, I don't think this is working..................
*doesn't feel any change from the heat*
Elsa was killed *look of shock* Oh my god! Tinman and Atchou must have been devestated...................
I know I have you Annanagram, but you know, I can't mind speak with you anymore.......................can I??? Podarge, I don't think this is working..................
Have to go now, taking Little people to a friends house to play
<----ELSA
*sharp intake of breath* Annanagram...........I can hear you! But I don't think I can communicate back in the same way, if I could............*thinks of Atchou and Tinman and sighs*
*shape starts to shimmer and break up*
Oh, no..........dammit
*Is now once again a ball of energy hovering above the ground*
<----ELSA
*sharp intake of breath* Annanagram...........I can hear you! But I don't think I can communicate back in the same way, if I could............*thinks of Atchou and Tinman and sighs*
*shape starts to shimmer and break up*
Oh, no..........dammit
*Is now once again a ball of energy hovering above the ground*
Missing it? 
<--- Podarge
*drifting through cold darkness*
*some fragments of thoughts are crawling through her mind* Cold - - - pain - - - aching - - - where?
*slowly, incredibly slowly resurfaces from the depths of unconsciousness*
*finger twitches*
*eyelids slowly open*
*can't really focus on anything*
*slightly wonders what she might be looking at*
*confused*
*finally realizes she is lying face first on the floor and staring at it*
*remembers how she got here*
*can't quite place why she feels so cold*
*slowly gets up, not noticing that her left arm is just hanging down, and that she is using her astral arm instead*
*stumbles out of the kitchen* Need - help - pills -
*leaves the tent*
*suddenly feels kinda twisted, as if she were standing next to herself*
*screams with both her astral and her bodily voice* HELP!
*collapses into a messy heap of astral and real body, partly one, partly disjoined*
<--- Podarge
*drifting through cold darkness*
*some fragments of thoughts are crawling through her mind* Cold - - - pain - - - aching - - - where?
*slowly, incredibly slowly resurfaces from the depths of unconsciousness*
*finger twitches*
*eyelids slowly open*
*can't really focus on anything*
*slightly wonders what she might be looking at*
*confused*
*finally realizes she is lying face first on the floor and staring at it*
*remembers how she got here*
*can't quite place why she feels so cold*
*slowly gets up, not noticing that her left arm is just hanging down, and that she is using her astral arm instead*
*stumbles out of the kitchen* Need - help - pills -
*leaves the tent*
*suddenly feels kinda twisted, as if she were standing next to herself*
*screams with both her astral and her bodily voice* HELP!
*collapses into a messy heap of astral and real body, partly one, partly disjoined*