IC Contact

[foolishwren]

ffzzbrrttzzckssshhhh

"Yo, it's Heather. I'm probably asleep or Godzilla ate my 'Gear or something so I can't answer you right now. But feel free to leave a message or something. I'll probably get back to you. ... Probably. Peace out."

BEEEEEEEEEEEEP.
[Need to send Heather a private message but don't particularly wanna spam up your friendslists? Feel free to leave it here! Please include the name of the game and IC date of the message in your comment to help avoid confusion. For OOC contact, feel free to send a PM or IM the mun at Phantastus! peace out yo]

Comments

[foolishwren]

_{[By the time the chair is just. HURLED ACROSS THE FLOOR, she's starting to wonder if she's stepped into some kind of horror movie and everybody else is upstairs buried under piles of pancakes or something.]}

... EEEENVY?

GREEEEEEED?

_{[SOMEONE PLEASE CONFIRM THAT THIS IS STILL JOHTO AND NOT JUST HER AND PANCAKE HENRY IN THE PANCAKE DIMENSION.]}

[no_ufo_ending]

<sub>[Sorry, Heather. It's only you. Just you. Forever alone.]

[You and all these god damn pancakes.]

[SLAM! The plates and forks rattle as Henry brings the syrup bottle down like a gavel.]</sub>

Here.

[foolishwren]

Uh... thanks...

<sub>[If she gets a head start, could she make it to the door before he does?]

[... Probably not, she's seen Henry move when he puts his mind to it.]

[Slowly she picks up the syrup and starts to pour it over the small stack of pancakes on her plate.]</sub>