Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26414442-20150506015955/@comment-26208189-20150513225233

((I dunno, but I always loved the idea of Trish. All she wants is a good laugh, and she'll prolly going to far with it. But who cares? This is Trishia Weaving.))

Sammy spoke, "That can be done. Really, she..." He trailed off. This really would have been a bad idea. The Weaving girl never went around doing favors.

"Well," Sammy coughed, "Thank Grimm she owes me one, then. But is this really a good place to spend her gift?"

Trishia sat from her dorm room while Tailor slept. They had ruined the camera, well, sort of. They had ruined the seeable camera. Still watching, or listening, from her MirrorPad, Trish cackled

The stupid son of Kasim was planning to make a deal with her. "Oh, this'll be poisonous." The word rolled straight of her tongue as she planned her next escapade.