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| OMFGBBQ!!OnE!11!1 That's such a cute idea! <333 |
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 Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 2:44 pm
 Hello and welcome to the quest thread of the most insane person on the planet. Why do I say that I’m insane? Because not only am I questing for a Sweet Thing, I am questing for Sweet Thing twins. Yes, twins.
Now, you understand why I say that I am insane.
(By the way... I'm sooo the first Sweet Thing twin quester. xD; ) .:~{Intro:COM:Clement:Genevieve:CPM:Ophelia:Laertes:Funds:Written Ideas:Other:Credits}~:.
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 2:56 pm
 INGREDIENTS:
· 3 large egg whites, at room temperature
· 1/4 teaspoon cream of tartar
· 1 cup superfine granulated sugar (see Note)
· 1/2 teaspoon orange extract
· 1 Tablespoon grated orange zest (see Note)
· 1/2 cup miniature semi-sweet chocolate chips
PREPARATION:
Chill mixing bowl and beaters for 15 minutes.
Preheat oven to 250 F. Line cookie sheets with parchment paper.
Beat egg whites and cream of tartar on high speed until soft peaks form. Add sugar a tablespoon at a time until all sugar is incorporated and melted into the meringue. The meringue should be shiny and form stiff peaks.
Fold in orange extract, grated orange zest, and miniature chocolate chips.
Drop by scant teaspoonfuls (or use a pastry bag) onto prepared cookie sheets, placing cookies about 1 inch apart. (You want these bite-sized to pop the whole cookie into your mouth. Larger ones are fine but make a crumbly mess when you bite into them.)
Bake about 1 hour until stiff and dry. Turn off oven, but leave meringue cookies in the oven until cool to further dry out, another 2 hours.
Store in an airtight container.
Yield: about 5 dozen meringue cookies, depending on size
Note: If you cannot find superfine granulated sugar, measure 1 cup plus 1 tsp of granulated table sugar in a small food processor and process about 2 minutes. Do not use confectioners' sugar. It contains cornstarch. Save your knuckles and grate the orange zest. You'll also save time and get a finer grate of zest that better incorporates into these feather-light cookies.
.:~{Intro:COM:Clement:Genevieve:CPM:Ophelia:Laertes:Funds:Written Ideas:Other:Credits}~:.
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 2:58 pm
 Sweet Thing Name: Clement
Gender: Male
Guardian(s): Genevieve is his main guardian, however because of living circumstances, Laertes is also his guardian.
Flavor: Chocolate Orange Meringue
Colors: Cream, Orange, Chocolate Brown
Physical Description:
-Short, ruffled, bright orange hair
-Creamy eyes with a teensy bit of orange in them. <3 (Yesh, creeeeepy creamy eyes. -Light chocolate brown skin with creamy hands feet and neck. (With a sort of stripey gradient, if you know what I mean. x3; )
-He’ll have wings, and I’m leaving their design completely up to Sil, but I’d really like it if there was orange on them somewhere. ^^
-He’ll have a sort of ‘racoon mask’ sort of marking in a pale cream colour around his eyes and across the bridge of his nose, tapering off on his temples
Personality: Clement is pretty much a little troublemaker. He loves being ‘the star of the show’ and so it wouldn’t be uncommon for him to attempt to gain the most attention through bizarre means. Strangely enough, however, Clement is quite the little gentleman sometimes. He practices even the most estranged rules of etiquette as though they were as natural as breathing. (Ahh, the wonderful effects of being locked inside an antique for a few weeks. xD) Of course, his practice of etiquette pauses whenever he is pulling a prank, or doing something that would normally be seen as ‘un-gentleman-like’. Clem is just a teensy bit egotistical. He thinks that he’s never wrong. That isn’t to say that he’s always right, but he’s just never wrong. In a nutshell, Clem is a gentleman with the heart of a prankster, and an ego that shows itself on random occasions.
Likes: Etiquette, (It’s reeeeeally easy to tell if he doesn’t like you. xD; “No more opening doors for you!” >O) attention, praise, pranks, being right, proving he’s right, playing the piano (Playing a classical instrument is vital for any gentleman. xDDD; ), his collection of scarves, and shiny things.
Dislikes: People who talk too much, the cold, knowing that he was wrong, hurting people (Most of his pranks are just lighthearted fun.), being ignored, being treated as an inferior being, getting his scarves dirty.
Quote He’d Live By: “Life is not just all about fun and games. It’s about fun, games, and having the most shiny things.”
Possible Music Box Song: The Nutcracker Opus 71-01. Act 1, “Overture”
Favorites: Chinchilla (Animal), Piano (Instrument), Pranks (Activity/Hobby), Red (Colour), Scarf (Clothing).
Clothing: Clement has a very unique sense of fashion. He quite likes dark and muted colours (Browns, blacks) on his clothes, and as a result, he wears them like they’re going out of style. He likes suits, and fancy clothing more than ‘normal’ modern-day clothes (Like khakis and jeans.) and tends to wear things that would make him seem as though he hopped right out of the Victorian Era. Short white lacy tie-things are a must for any formal occasion, while a simple scarf (Preferable long so that he can use it to implement a prank or two.) will do for a brisk day or any other day, for that matter.
Power: {Trying to think of one. .____.;}
.:~{Intro:COM:Clement:Genevieve:CPM:Ophelia:Laertes:Funds:Written Ideas:Other:Credits}~:.
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 3:01 pm
.:~{Intro:COM:Clement:Genevieve:CPM:Ophelia:Laertes:Funds:Written Ideas:Other:Credits}~:.
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 4:36 pm
 INGREDIENTS:
· 3 large egg whites, at room temperature
· 1/4 teaspoon cream of tartar
· 1 cup superfine granulated sugar (see Note)
· 1/2 cup pomegranate juice or 1/2 tablespoon pomegranate extract
· 1/2 cup miniature semi-sweet chocolate chips
PREPARATION:
Chill mixing bowl and beaters for 15 minutes.
Preheat oven to 250 F. Line cookie sheets with parchment paper.
Beat egg whites and cream of tartar on high speed until soft peaks form. Add sugar a tablespoon at a time until all sugar is incorporated and melted into the meringue. The meringue should be shiny and form stiff peaks.
Fold in pomegranate juice/extract, and miniature chocolate chips.
Drop by scant teaspoonfuls (or use a pastry bag) onto prepared cookie sheets, placing cookies about 1 inch apart. (You want these bite-sized to pop the whole cookie into your mouth. Larger ones are fine but make a crumbly mess when you bite into them.)
Bake about 1 hour until stiff and dry. Turn off oven, but leave meringue cookies in the oven until cool to further dry out, another 2 hours.
Store in an airtight container.
Yield: about 5 dozen meringue cookies, depending on size
Note: If you cannot find superfine granulated sugar, measure 1 cup plus 1 tsp of granulated table sugar in a small food processor and process about 2 minutes. Do not use confectioners' sugar. It contains cornstarch.
.:~{Intro:COM:Clement:Genevieve:CPM:Ophelia:Laertes:Funds:Written Ideas:Other:Credits}~:.
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 6:27 pm
 Sweet Thing Name: Ophelia
Gender: Female
Guardian(s): Laertes is her main guardian, however because of living circumstances and who actually received her, Genevieve is also her guardian.
Flavor: Chocolate Pomegranate Meringue
Colors: Cream, Red-ish Pink, Chocolate Brown
Physical Description:
-Her curled hair is about shoulder length (Give or take a few inches)
-Red-ish pink (Pomegranate coloured) hair that wither fades into or out of a creamy colour. (Only a mall bit of the cream colour though. ^^ And if Sil wanted, it could be cream streaks or whatever, if she thought of it. <3)
-Dark brown eyes
-Very pale, creamy skin, though she has pretty chocolate brown swirly designs that twist around her hands, feet, and neck. (Slightly down her back from her neck as well, perhaps?)
-Wings will be completely up to Sil, but I’d just like Ophy to have then and I’d like them to have that red-ish pink colour on them somewhere. <3
-She’ll have chocolate brown freckles. ><
Personality: Ophelia is a little bit dense sometimes. She’s an optimistic little sweetheart, and always tries to see the better side of things. However she occasionally misses out on the details or negative factors. This doesn’t make Ophelia stupid, not by any means. She is a very intelligent young girl and she pays close attention to her surroundings. The only thing is that sometimes she misses the little things, even though the little things in life are what she really likes. Ophy is also veeery persistent with things. If she really wants you to believe her or see things her way, well… Watch out. xD;
Likes: The simple/ little things in life, the “bright” side, the colour green, animals (excluding birds. o___O; ) dancing, singing, being with her family, equality. (That means… Two of everything. xD One for Clem, and one for her. Also? Everyone is included. No matter what. ALWAYS.)
Dislikes: Birds (^^; ), being alone, extreme heat, extravagant things meant for her only, the colour black, pessimism. (No! No! Happy thoughts! =D)
Quote She’d Live By: “It’s the little things that matter, so go out and live, laugh and be happy.”
Possible Music Box Song: The Nutcracker, Opus 71-04. Act 1, “Gallop and Dance of the Parents”
Favorites: Fruit (Food), Clement, Laertes, and Genevieve (People), Green (Colour), Dogs (Animal).
Clothing:Ophy like to wear very effeminate outfits with frills and lace and designs. However, these aspects of the her clothing are usually minimal. She quite likes dresses, but finds it unfair for only guys to wear pants, so she often wears long shirts or really short dresses over jeans or pants. Ophelia generally carries a bag, and may wear either a necklace or a bracelet, though not much more than that. (Only applies for adolescent stage and up. xD; )
Power: Adorable Persistence:
-She can “convince” people to see things her way or agree with her via unending perisitence
-This persistence is generally seen as adorable or cute. (Thus, the name)
-This power does not always work
-People usually give in and let her “win” just because she’s so persistent
-The affect wears off after Ophelia leaves, often leaving the “victim” wondering, “Why the fuge did I agree to that?!”
.:~{Intro:COM:Clement:Genevieve:CPM:Ophelia:Laertes:Funds:Written Ideas:Other:Credits}~:.
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 6:32 pm
.:~{Intro:COM:Clement:Genevieve:CPM:Ophelia:Laertes:Funds:Written Ideas:Other:Credits}~:.
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 6:39 pm
 I don’t have nearly enough. ._.; But I will eventually! >D
Anywho, since I last checked, these are the prices for everything:
1 Easter Basket 2K6 (1/6): 1k
1 Easter Basket 2K6 (3/6): 1k
1 Easter Basket 2K6 (4/6): 1.3k
1 Jacked Belt: 1.5k
2 Easter Basket 2K6 (2/6): (1k each) 2k
1 Jack Uniform Coat: 2k
1 Jack Visor: 2.5k
1 Jack Uniform Gloves: 2.5k
1 Easter Basket 2K6 (6/6): 3.3k
1 Jack Uniform Cap: 3.5k
1 Marshmallow Snowman: 6.75k
3 Easter Basket 2K5: (3k each) 9k
2 Brown Magical Giftbox: (3.5k each) 7k
1 Grunny Slippers: 14.7k
2 Reindeer Slippers: (9k each) 18k
1 Fairy Wings: 39.5k
1 Chyaku Norisu Scarf: 40k
2 Butterfly Mantilla: (21.7k each) 43.4k
1 Pink Magical Giftbox: 56k
1 Coco Kitty: 56k
1 Demonic pendant: 95k
1 Kiki Kitty: 167k
1 Baby Seal Slippers: 320k
1 Feb. 04: 95k
1 Nov. 04: 46.9k
1 Aug. 05: 28.9k
4 Nov. 05: (16.9k each) 67.6k
3 Dec. 05: (14k each) 42k
5 Jan. 06: (14k each) 70k
1 Feb. 06: 45k
2 April 06: (14.4k each) 28.8k
3 July 06: (44k each) 132k
6 October 06: (26k each) 156k
12 Nov 06: (11.1k each) 133.2k
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1,738.35k
That is to say, I have:
1 738.35k/12 000k
I need:
10 261.65k x.X;
.:~{Intro:COM:Clement:Genevieve CPM:Ophelia Laertes:Funds:Written Ideas:Other:Credits}~:.
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 6:42 pm
 First Flatsale Prompt:
Write about the day your character first discovered the bakery. It doesn't have to be the whole day, it can be a specific instance that happened during the course of it, or discovering the shop itself. Just as long as it gives some insight into the nature of the character. The flavor of the breedable will be based off the emotions and scenary depicted. Gender is random. Please keep in mind that this shop is set in a modern day NON-FANTASY world.
Entry:
Genevieve Andragolla was, in a nutshell, a small ball of angsty pessimistic teenaged drama. This was particularly true on that one fateful day -the student-run school dance. In fact, that was the day it happened.
“Ahhhhh!” Gen shrieked, tears streaming down her face, and one of her shiny new pointed black shoes slipping off her foot, as she raced out of a brightly lit building labeled ‘Tetrachorus High’. Dressed in a now mud-stained violet dress that had once fallen gracefully onto her meticulously shaved and creamed legs, Gen slumped against a set of empty garbage cans. She pulled her shivering body into a tight ball, and nuzzled her mascara-streaked face into her dress. It was only then, when she felt the pitter-patter of rain on her feet, and the hard, rocky ground under her left foot that she realized her shoe had fallen off. “Aww, c-c-craaap!” The teen barely managed, her voice weary from sobbing. Genevieve had saved up for two years straight to get those shoes –and that was pretty short, considering they were Vinny Blu.
“Gen! Hey, Gen! Wait up!” In less than a minute Gen’s so-called ‘best-friend’ had arrived at the side of the weeping teen. Bent over so that she was being held up by her hands balancing on her knees, the blonde rid her face of any rain and plopped her body down beside the cans. “Genevieve…” Nothing. The girl furrowed her eyebrows. Why wasn’t she talking? “Gen?” Placing a careful hand down on the mass of person, Jessica felt gentle tremors shooting through her friend’s body. Her voice softened noticeably. “Gen…” She wrapped her arm around Genevieve’s shoulders. “Don’t be like this, please. What’s wrong?”
Suddenly, the shaking ceased, and a pale arm slapped away Jessica’s hand. “What’s wrong?” Came the low mumble of anger from Genevieve’s throat. “What’s wrong!” The sound instantly changed to a high shout. “I’ll tell you what’s wrong!” the girl screamed, pushing herself roughly off the ground, wobbling slightly –she knew she shouldn’t have had that last drink. With tears pouring over her eyelids and streaming down her face, the girl pointed a long-finger nailed finger at Jessica, whom seemed to be thoroughly shocked. “You- you- you-…” The girl stuttered, unable to push out the words the first try. “You were kissing Brian!”
A deafening silence fell between the two, the only sound being the quickly increasing rain. Genevieve pursed her lips together, taking the lack of an immediate response as a confirmation of her original thoughts. Wiping away her tears, the pale teen turned on the ball of her still-shoed foot, muttering, “I knew it.” Jessica was still in shock, her face seemingly permanently stuck in that position –eyes wide, mouth ajar, a strange glaze of incomprehension plastered across her body.
Finally, as Gen began to run off towards the more sparsely habituated end of town, Jessica shook herself loose of the word-induced faux-coma. “Gen! I can explain! It wasn’t him, it was-” The teen paused very briefly, as she didn’t think Gen was slowing down. In fact, she doubted very much that what she was saying was actually reaching the ears of her ‘beast-friend’. “It was- It was his twin, Ethan, I swear!” It really didn’t take much to get Genevieve’s sentiments about what had been said across: one thrown piece of wood onto the road, and one expensive car almost-ruined, it explained it all.
Jessica clasped a hand around her mouth as Gen’s response settled into her mind. Head shaking, she wondered why Genevieve didn’t believe her.
“Jess? Hun?” Two teenaged boys ran towards the now sopping wet blonde, their fancy suites splashed with dirty water. Jessica shook her head once more.
“She- she didn’t believe me…” Jessica stared forlornly after her, now ex, best friend. “Ethan, Brian, what should I do?” The guys stared at her, obviously surprised that Gen hadn’t taken the truth well.
Running towards her small house, Gen barely made it to her front door when she doubled over and began to sob. Why had she trusted her? Why! It was his fault as well though. Stupid people! “‘It was his twin, Ethan”- Ha, a likely story.” She muttered under her breath, imitating Jessica with a fake, high-pitched girly voice. They just wanted to see her suffer. That had to be it; because this hadn’t been the only time things like this happened. Like last year, when everyone had been invited to a class party -except for her. Ha. Just because she was sick didn’t give them any right to decide for her whether or not she was coming. And when Susan wore the same dress as her when she finally found out where it was and did come.
Gen shook her head. “Then there’s… Him.” The teen shuddered, and didn’t think much more on the topic. He lived, breathed and existed only to ruin her life –oh, wait, that had just been exterminated a little while ago. Fun. He probably still wouldn’t leave her alone –would probably find some other way to torment her instead. Damn sadist.
Gathering her strength the teen reached her shaking hand up, and firmly grasped the doorknob, black fingernails wrapping around the cold brass. Shivering, Gen stood up, trying the door at the same time –it was unlocked. Genevieve grimaced internally. What, did her mother want her stuff to get stolen? It was bad enough that her favorite shoes were done for; she didn’t need her computer gone as well.
Slipping out of her shoe and pulling her hair out of the tight bun she had
painstakingly spent two hours putting in, Gen dragged herself to her dark room –apparently her mom didn’t care enough to change the light bulbs. Rose always had light bulbs, why didn’t she? The teen didn’t even bother to pull off her soggy torn dress as she fell onto her cushiony bed, moping.
“Everyone hates me.” It was all she needed to mutter, as her brain blasted off at the queue. “Monica,” she thought, a dirty taste growing in her mouth. “Monica. ‘Little Miss Perfect Prefect’,” Or so she was so fondly referred to as. “Always swishing your hair this way and that. As if I don’t know. Yeah, you’re rich, so what? You don’t need to make a big stink about it –always flaunting your most lavish gifts whenever I’m around, even though you know I struggled to barely get school supplies.” She sighed and rolled over so that her green eyes were staring pointedly at her wrist. In fancy writing that trailed off into one of many complex designs on Gen’s arm, the letters ‘FT SN-M’ were delicately scrawled. “Aw, frick.” She spat, eyes rolling as the girl slid off her bed and yanked a navy blue hoodie over her lavender gown. “Another failed math test.” The girl groaned. “Man, Mo’s gunna be majorly ticked off.”
Genevieve was right. After five grueling minutes trying to forge her mother’s signature, she decided that her mom had purposely made a difficult signature so that she couldn’t copy it. This had lead to her giving in and asking for her mother’s signature. Enter long and involved lecture about how “This is your fault anyway and you shouldn’t spend so much time on your dusty old computer because it’s horrible and evil and technology was made by the devil in the first place and it’ll eventually take over the entire world and just use and abuse us poor humans because we’re not smart enough to control our creations that have gone mad and have even begun to breed with our own species and-”. Well, maybe not. But that was most certainly how Genevieve took it.
With a scrunched math test in her fist, Gen headed up to her dingy room and sat on her bed’s side, staring at the dreary weather outside. Her mother hadn’t just lectured her about the computer. She hung her head, sighing as she remembered.
“So, where were you tonight?” Her mom had asked as she scrawled her name onto the paper that was already filled with red corrections. Genevieve shrugged.
“Out.” Her mother quirked an eyebrow and pushed further.
“Out where?”
“With my friends.”
“That’s nice. What’d you do?” Gen stiffened. What was she supposed to do? Say that she got drunk at an illegal student-run school party, was going to hit third base with Brian in Room G, and when she went to meet him at their rendezvous, she saw him on the verge of shagging her best friend? Yeah, that’d go over well. Instead, she shrugged and played indifference.
“Stuff.”
“Oh. Alright.” Gen received her test back and headed back to her room, noticing her mother grab what seemed to be her sixth beer and down it into her mouth.
Genevieve wiped her cried-out eyes and stared at the window once more. “She didn’t even try. She doesn’t care about me, or what I do. I could get pitch drunk, get hit by a car and be bleeding to death in a ditch and she’d just give me that look –that look of pretend pity- and say ‘Oh. Alright’.” Gen shuddered; she would have been crying again if her eyes hadn’t already been dried from earlier on that night. “Plus, why wasn’t she curious about why I was wet? Why!” Genevieve shook her head. This was disgraceful –to be uncared for by even her own mother. Suddenly, the window was looking very tempting.
“No one cares.” She stood, her test fluttering onto her bed.
“It’s not like it’d matter anyway.” Genevieve walked to her window and opened it.
“No one would even notice.” Climbing onto the window sill, the girl stared at the ground far below her.
“I’m just a burden anyway.” She let her legs dangle outside the edge of the window.
“It’ll be better for everyone.”
She jumped.
It was one, swift movement propelled by her arms pushing herself off of the window sill, hopefully pushing her enough away from the house so that she would miss the overhanging roof below.
Crash, crunch, “Auuugh!”
Hobbling around the corner of a rotting wood fence, Gen leaned back against her support. Her ex-best-friend was doing her ex-boyfriend, her mother probably thought she was dead, and she was stuck outside, in naught but a now-ripped hoodie, a mangled purple dress, and ruined makeup. Just to add to the pleasantries, Gen reminded herself that she was also lacking shoes. Lovely.
The storm rumbled with a warning of thunder, and Gen slammed her head against the wood. “Great, this is just what I need. Thunder.” Dragging herself across the street, and away from the largest building in the block, Genevieve attempted to find somewhere to stay for the night –she didn’t exactly want to be with her mom right now.
Through the dark streets, Gen could only see one shop with a light on. As Genivive drew nearer to the shop, she realized that it had been an old abandoned bakery when she was young. Maybe they’d close it just in time for her not to grab a much wanted look inside. In a very brief two minutes, Genevieve had made her way to the rejuvenated bakery. The teen paused outside the door for a moment, taking in the quaint shop. “So the shop has a soul, but my friends and family don’t. That’s reassuring.” She muttered as she pushed into the store.
Suddenly she was hit with a wave of pleasant aromas: mint-chocolate chip cookies, strawberry-rhubarb pie, mocha cappuccinos –they all smelled simply delectable! “Probably too expensive anyway.” Sighing and not even bothering to do more than eyes the array of treats temptingly displayed on the main counter, Gen wandered to the nearest empty booth and sat herself down on it.
For the following thirty-eight minutes, Genivive listed everything that was wrong with her life. It consisted mostly of, “Mom doesn’t care; Monica’s a b***h; Rose is too perfect; Jessica’s a slut; Brian’s a two-timer; ‘Ethan’ doesn’t exist and if he does then Brian was keeping it from me; it’s raining; I’m wet-” and many other suchlike things. As the clock ticked quietly past twelve thirty-nine however, Gen had fallen victim to the temptation of sleep. Quietly resting in a bakery that she had no idea could change lives like hers.
.:~{Intro:COM:Clement:Genevieve:CPM:Ophelia:Laertes:Funds:Written Ideas:Other:Credits}~:.
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 6:48 pm
.:~{Intro:COM:Clement:Genevieve:CPM:Ophelia: Laertes:Funds:Written Ideas:Other:Credits}~:.
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Posted: Sun Nov 19, 2006 6:51 pm
 Concepts of Laertes, Genevieve, Ophelia and Clement (c) Me
Moonstruck Shop Concept (c) Sil
Banners (c) Me
Other stuff (c) Their respective artists
.:~{Intro:COM:Clement:Genevieve:CPM:Ophelia:Laertes:Funds:Written Ideas:Other:Credits}~:.
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Posted: Mon Nov 20, 2006 1:41 am
Hope it isn't to early to post! Cute thread and good luck!
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Posted: Thu Nov 23, 2006 1:22 pm
No no, it's fine to post, thanks a bunch! ^^
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 6:52 am
Good luck, Karma-Puddle! : D <3
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Posted: Sun Nov 26, 2006 11:49 am
Wow....
Ophelia sounds so cute!
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