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Sep. 20th, 2024 03:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thavnairianWHO: Amal and you!
WHERE: Libra
WHEN: Mid-late September
WHAT: Amal never left, but he seems to have suffered some head trauma. Again.
WARNINGS: Nothing really unless you'd like to opt out of tagging with a wol!
[video;]
[He has the sound turned down, and unfortunately that means like five minutes where he just doesn't seem to notice that the video function is on and everyone can see him using the phone's camera to freshen up his red eyeliner and refluff his hair. Seriously. You can yell and scream all you want but he does not see it. He's too busy reapplying the ink with the edge of a knife to help keep it straight.
After the extended makeup sequence and a quick cover of gloss, he snaps his bag shut and reaches down to fiddle with his phone again. Then he seems to notice it has more lights on it than usual.]
... Wait, when did this thing get back on my phone?
[He squints.]
Shite, is this because of that dream I had—
[He drops the phone for a moment and goes somewhere off screen. There's the sound of a closet opening, a muffled low FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK, and then he comes back to get his phone.]
Hi there, people in my phone.
[He clears his throat. He has a faint but undeniable accent placing him somewhere in the Near East, and it may be familiar to some who've been here longer than a year.]
I tripped and fell down the cellar stairs and remembered I was a twenty-something semi-retired hero from another shard in addition to being 2024's Hottest PTA Mom of the Year. I have a trophy and everything, but that isn't the point.
My name's Amal Vasiya, Hannish-born battle dancer and other dancer... and other kind of dancer. I'm sure my friends are still around, but I bet there's some new faces, too!
So... what did I miss?
WHERE: Libra
WHEN: Mid-late September
WHAT: Amal never left, but he seems to have suffered some head trauma. Again.
WARNINGS: Nothing really unless you'd like to opt out of tagging with a wol!
[video;]
[He has the sound turned down, and unfortunately that means like five minutes where he just doesn't seem to notice that the video function is on and everyone can see him using the phone's camera to freshen up his red eyeliner and refluff his hair. Seriously. You can yell and scream all you want but he does not see it. He's too busy reapplying the ink with the edge of a knife to help keep it straight.
After the extended makeup sequence and a quick cover of gloss, he snaps his bag shut and reaches down to fiddle with his phone again. Then he seems to notice it has more lights on it than usual.]
... Wait, when did this thing get back on my phone?
[He squints.]
Shite, is this because of that dream I had—
[He drops the phone for a moment and goes somewhere off screen. There's the sound of a closet opening, a muffled low FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK, and then he comes back to get his phone.]
Hi there, people in my phone.
[He clears his throat. He has a faint but undeniable accent placing him somewhere in the Near East, and it may be familiar to some who've been here longer than a year.]
I tripped and fell down the cellar stairs and remembered I was a twenty-something semi-retired hero from another shard in addition to being 2024's Hottest PTA Mom of the Year. I have a trophy and everything, but that isn't the point.
My name's Amal Vasiya, Hannish-born battle dancer and other dancer... and other kind of dancer. I'm sure my friends are still around, but I bet there's some new faces, too!
So... what did I miss?
