3rd Royal Decree

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Action: School

[Lym is at school, and completely overwhelmed, sure its only elementary school but there are so many people. You can see her in class trying to pay attention, unless you are trying to explain that democracy is the best system out there, you may get a fight there. Or at least nonparliamentary styled versions. Or you may find her being less than impressed in her other classes.]

Action: Downtown

[Lym is window shopping, looking around and letting out a breath]

Nothing looks right. Is everyone in this town supposed to dress like a Barrows?

Phone:

Um. This is Lymsleia and I was told that this talking thing would be a good solution. Is there anything not boring to do here? Anything at all?

Action: 747 Partridge Drive

[Lym is in the basement this evening, staring at the bust with the sun rune that she's thrown 3 table cloths, a blanket and anything else she can over it with an irritated look on her face]

Comments

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I dunno. I'd be careful. I mean what if important people meet you when you're droned and think that's how you really are? I've put up with worse so...

lol

[flowers-suck.livejournal.com]

[She's quiet for a moment as she thinks this over.]

A day or two can't hurt that badly.

[She hopes...]

[solarhussyalert.livejournal.com]

I dunno, I'd be careful. I wouldn't want to get a reputation for my peanut butter bars if that wasn't my thing.

[flowers-suck.livejournal.com]

I, uh, will.

[Schooled by a 12-year-old...good job, Olivier. Time to change the subject.]

We could start your training as soon as next week if you want.

[solarhussyalert.livejournal.com]

OK! Just let me know when!

[flowers-suck.livejournal.com]

[She's just realizing she never introduced herself. Oh how her mother would hate her lack of etiquette.]

Just listen for a call from Major General Olivier Armstrong.

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I'm Lym... Queen Lymsleia Felenas of the Queendom of Felenas.