DO YOUR PART TO SAVE THE SCENE ; weekly tasks 6/3 - 6/9

[Suiteheart]

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]Well, it was time for her second round of weekly tasks. The last time she had done this, things had been so much calmer. The last time, things had seemed fine. Back then, she felt like she was new; she felt like she was on top of the world. Now? Now was an entirely different tale. Her world had grown darker and more bitter, covering the light moments and sweet times. She hated it. She absolutely hated it.

She supposed she had to swallow the terrible pill sooner or later - everything was her fault after all. And so she would. She would not mope. She would speak kindly and smile brightly and act as though she were walking on fucking sunshine... Maybe that was somewhat of an overstatement... Either way, Suite would act just peachy. She'd be normal. She'd be fine.

Everything was fine.

Taking a stand on the lowest step of the ladder in the Grand Circle, she took a small breath to settle herself. Once she had done that, the feline called, "Ascendants! Gather around for some fucking weekly tasks." Her words rang out in the small space. And though they were not overly loud, they were commanding. As she finished, she presented the arrivals with that familiar lopsided smile of hers.
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