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[ Angela's back and in her pajamas once more, but she's still not resting. Instead she's at her desk, an ornately carved deal with an ink well and everything. Speaking of ink, it's all over the place. Smears and fingerprints here and there, papers tossed all around. Angela's in the middle of the mess, scribbling five brief messages and folding them with little attention to form. She looks at them a moment before sitting back, looking upset and frustrated. Her hair's a mess and she looks like she hasn't slept in a while. She fidgets nervously, as though she can't stay still for longer than a few seconds. ]

( More experiment fun~ )