I'm better, more or less. No need to worry. I've been recovering in my room.

Has anyone seen a red and gold rosary by the way? I seem to have misplaced it.

Entertain me. There's only so long I can stay in bed without going nuts and both Matts refuse to let me out of at least one of their sights without locking me in here, dammit.

. . .

I'm going to kill someone if they don't let me out of here soon.

. . .

This is not funny.

These pants are ruined!

[OOC: Mello is getting rained on due to her perpetually foul mood and looks very much like a drowned rat right now.]

[Journal notes: She doesn't bother with icons - at all. :|]

All right, will the bastard who decided it'd be "fun" to apparently drug me and drag me to this cheap hotel show himself? No one touches me and gets away with it. No one.

And if I find anything out of place, I swear to you, your death will be slow and painful.

Damn it all, this is the last thing I need!