Sun, 18 Dec 2005 04:51:30 GMT

Malvagia flopped down on one of the cushions, egg nog currently forgotten as she opened her newly acquired journal, a red one with black 'lining' so to speak. Leathery wings were stretched upwards over her form, though she wasn't too worried if anyone was sitting nearby. They were too absorbed in their conversation to actually notice what she was doing. Hopefully. Pulling a pencil out of her hoodie pouch, the odd-looking feline twitched her earstalks and went to writing.

Well, I haven't been up to much really, just wandering or sitting around in The Slave Chambers which really gets me nowhere. No one talks to me and most of the slaves aren't of interest to me, even if I miss Sauda a lot. I hope she's doing alright. Anyway, out of mere boredom and curiousty, I decided to venture into Project Starlight and wound up having a conversation with Wanton.

After a good few minutes, I decided to apply there as tender and did so. I haven't worked for a while, besides the occasional rounds of the High school though I've been avoiding the place a bit for a reason I won't tell about. My application was accepted which makes me happy, but that doesn't mean I'm going to quit my job at the Prism. Both places are considered my homes.

I've just been lounging around right now, considering we're lacking customers, but I'm sure that'll change. However, I got to make a new friend. His name's Verus, I do believe and he's a really sweet and cuddly phoenix. The kind of type that could lift my spirits when I need it. I've also got to hang out with Wanton a bit, even if she didn't seem to like the fact that I tried to poke her. Ah well, what can you do?

Firera was here earlier, but I'm not too happy with the fact that she's pregnant or that she decided to drop her title as my pet to go off without asking if it was alright with me.

Malvagia stopped writing at this point while letting out an irritated sigh and closed her journal, placing it with her pencil into her hoodie pouch. She'd find a more acceptable hiding place for it later.

Bitter thoughts