Saturday, February 11th, 2006
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1:32 am - no parties
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Won't go to the party, nope. Staying right here with my kitty-love. No parties. No parties ever again. Can't go to the party. Last time I went to a party Sidious happened and he might happen again, what then? No no no no no... *rocks back and forth petting Malak, eyes glistening*
Malak: *mewl*
current mood:  lonely
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Thursday, February 2nd, 2006
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8:48 pm - More song ((because my typist is BORED))
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Tuesday, January 31st, 2006
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11:50 pm - ...
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( Song )
Waves and stars... waves and stars...
*pets her kitty and rocks back and forth, singing it over and over again*
current mood:  calm
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Friday, January 27th, 2006
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10:56 pm - Green wrinkled kitty time.
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Master says today he's going to take me to see Yoda so I can learn how to focus a little better, and maybe stop seeing the nasty icky things I see when I close my eyes. All my midichlorians are gonna go wheeeee! Ok, I should probably go now.
*chimes Dooku's office door* Master, you done with your stuff you had to do? Can we go now?
*is wearing her red dress, her tall boots, and carrying her umbrella*
current mood: chipper
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Thursday, January 26th, 2006
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8:09 pm
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Hmmm... someone else I remember who remembers me, I want to see him. He looks like Sidious and maybe he is a Sidious but he's not the Sidious who hurt me, he would never never hurt me. I want to talk to him again. What can I do? What can I do...
...Oh! I remember. And I have to make it secret, so people don't know I'm here. Yes, have to make sure nobody gets in trouble... crazy maybe, not stupid...
( Encrypted incoherent comm to OOC!Palpatine )
current mood: lonely
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12:16 am - Kitty in the garden!
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*in the Temple greenhouse, she sits on a statue of an eopie while she watches Malek chase butterflies*
Little Sithling, kitty-love! Don't run too far!
current mood: happy
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Tuesday, January 24th, 2006
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10:21 pm - Datapad thingy!
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Master gave me this datapad this morning, it's like the one I had before but probably a little nicer, and it's black and I like that. He said I should make a list of anything I want so here it is:
( Sabe's list )
current mood:  crazy
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1:02 am - Once I was the King of Spain (now I eat humble pie...)
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Tuesday, January 10th, 2006
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2:47 pm - An uneventful death.
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She staggers down the street, her head pounding as every midichlorian in her body implodes and dies. To passers-by, she just looks drunk. She tries to get to a transport station, but finds she can no longer feel her legs. She collapses against a building, slumps, and the light leaves her eyes. Her pale, tear-stained face shows no expression as she dies.
((Thanks folks. It's been unreal. Sorry for the sudden departure, but don't worry, I'm addicted to crack and I'm going to go apply for Sly Moore now. ^_^))
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Sunday, January 8th, 2006
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2:09 pm - Like, OMG! I know who Sidious is!
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((It's been fun, but Sabe is even irritating me. She's like an annoying crack double of her typist! Her Sue-icide is close at hand. Please note that this entry is meant to be ridiculous even by crack standards and I'm trying to get her killed off (hopefully by IC!Palpatine himself). If anyone wants a last shot at bedding Sabe, speak now or forever stroke your lightsaber. Personally I'd like to see her get non-consentually fucked by Grievous before she dies...))
*bolt upright in bed after having a dream about having sex with Palpatine, who tried to kill her with Force lightning afterwards*
Sidious is Palpatine...
*jumps out of bed*
Yeah, I remember now. I figured it out before, but Tyrannus must've done some Force thingy to make me forget. *starts to quickly get dressed, takes off nightgown and puts on a shirt* Wait... why hasn't anyone else figured this out? It's so fucking obvious! *slides into pants* Leader of the Republic and the leader of the Seperatists appearing to be opposed but secretly working together... *pulls on boots* nobody ever really trusted Dooku to begin with... Oooh, Dooku. *pinches her nipple* Er, anyway. Yeah. *puts on jacket*
But wait... um... which Palpatine is it? It can't be my Palpy. He's so sweet. He wouldn't hurt a fly, much. Well maybe if the fly really, really pissed him off. So it's gotta be the other guy. Oooooh. I bet he's even sexier than his clone. I wonder if I could get him to like me too? Of course, I don't think he really likes anyone but himself. Oh well. Y'know, I bet he'd kill me if I asked him if he was Sidious. Or...
...he might reward me for being so astute, and allow me to live as long as I am unbendingly loyal to him and let him torture me whenever he wants. I hear he's a really sick bastard. Ooooh, that could be fun. *pinches nipple again*
Wait... it's Saturday. I don't need to go to work today. *shrugs* Oh well. *plops down to surf the holonet until someone comes to fuck bother her*
current mood:  geeky
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Wednesday, January 4th, 2006
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11:04 am
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*is sitting quite drunk on Dooku's fold-out sofa, feeling kinda stupid and sorry for herself*
current mood: crappy
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Monday, January 2nd, 2006
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9:30 pm
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*she tosses fitfully in her sleep, throwing the covers from her bed, fighting some invisible foe, finally ending up bumping her head on the nightstand as she tumbles from the bed*
Owwww...! *she rubs her head, waking* Where am I? Senn...? *is panting* Force. *she leans against the bed, and sighs* Not again.
*drags herself to her desk and begins typing on her datapad*
( Private Datapad Entry )
( Datapad Message to Count Dooku )
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Monday, December 19th, 2005
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1:32 am - Ho-hum.
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Gods, I'm so bored. Ever since Padmé's term ended I haven't had shit to do. I heard Chancellor Palpatine might be looking for an aide. I guess I'll see if he'll have me. All the other handmaidens either got married or got dead- I'm not sure which is worse.
Got a date tonight with some Jedi Academy dropout. He probably just wants to pretend I'm Queen Amidala. I hate that, I mean, it was just a job, okay? I'm not Padmé, sorry to disappoint everyone. We don't even look alike unless I'm wearing one of her ridiculous outfits. I hate mediocrity... why can't someone, you know, interesting and important ask me out for once? At least it means a free dinner. I'm so broke right now I can't pay attention. Who's an ex-handmaiden gotta blow to get a decent job around here?
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