tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65127182125771304632012-02-16T05:27:22.944-05:00<center>Would you like to read from the beginning? <a href="http://lookmeintheeyechips.blogspot.com/2011/04/lenny-i-guess-this-is-place.html">Just click here.</a></center>Trillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12612194004261862206noreply@blogger.comBlogger101100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6512718212577130463.post-73624309367106246032011-07-09T23:46:00.002-04:002011-07-09T23:58:08.724-04:00

Lenore: Your daughter? Ofelia: Her daughter? Ofelia: What kind of place is this? Lenore: You keep her in a cave?!? Carmilla: A cave? That’s what you call this room? With its plush carpet and toys, it’s a cave? My daughter is highly allergic to sunlight and bright colors hurt her eyes! What do you expect me to do? Carmilla: Would you like me to leave her upstairs in the sunroom to die? To

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... Ssssss…Meeeercccccyyyy… MEEERCCCCYYYY!! Oryx: I know I freaked you out, but it’s not really necessary to walk me back to my room. Ofelia: Hey, the buddy system works. We’ll walk you to your room, and go back to ours together. I just feel better this way until we know what’s going on. Oryx: Okay then, if it makes you guys happy. Oryx: Holy shit! That’s the…that’s who I saw! Oryx:

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Ofelia: Um…what is this? Lenore: Looks like Door sneezed on my plate… Silas: It’s collared greens. There’s been a contaminant in the water supply, the greens…counteract it. Ofelia: Can we just stop drinking the water? Silas: Oh, no, I mean, it’s gone now. It’s just that…you’ve probably already ingested it, so we’ll be eating greens for a while. Lenore: Why don’t you have any? Silas: Well…

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Silas: That was wonderful. Ofelia: I’m a little rusty, but thanks. Silas: Nonsense. Thank you for asking me to listen, it’s been a welcome diversion. Ofelia: You have a lot of responsibilities then? Silas: Yes. Since my father was called away, I do my best to help keep the household running, and I oversee my sisters’ education. Ofelia: You’re a teacher? Silas: Not technically, I’m not

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Previously, Mercy was plagued by nightmares, and Silas and Door were conspiring to keep someone hidden away. Carmilla: Did you contain the situation? Silas: Situation. Yes, I did. Were you planning to see her today? Carmilla: Of course. But Mercy is always weak after these…nightmares. I’ll do what I can. I trust Julia helped? Silas: That is why you hired her. Carmilla: I know you think I’m

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Last night Mercy was plagued by a nightmare, Julia was caught by Silas playing hooky from her assignment, and Oryx saw a strange person in the hallway... Lenny: Hi, it’s Julia, right? Julia: Yes, hi. Did you need something? Lenny: No, you just look like you need someone to talk to. Julia: I’m fine, thanks. Lenny: What happened to your arm? Julia: Um…ah, I need to change the dressing.

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Last time on Look Me In The Eyechips, Ofelia had embarrassed herself and her sister in their new home, and Oryx tempted nurse Julia for an evening's entertainment. Mercy: AAAAAAHHHH!!!!!! Mercy: sobbing Julia: Mercy! Oh...Silas. Silas: You weren't here. Ah, Oryx. Well, it was just...nightmares. She has them, especially when no one is here to fend them off. Silas: Oryx, could you

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Last time on Look Me In The Eyechips, Ofelia and Lenore were treated to a very uncomfortable dinner with their new sponsor... Ofelia: Uuuuugggghhh!! I am so stupid! Who cares if she’s a fast dresser? I just called attention to her changing her clothes in the living room! Lenore: Yep. Sure did. I guess maybe next time *you* should be careful not to embarrass *me.* Mercy: Hello. Ofelia: Oh

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In the last chapter we met Ofelia and Lenore, who have been forced by circumstance to move in with their cousin Oryx at a creepy mansion where the lady of the house pays artists to live and work at their trade. Lenny: Dressing for dinner? Really? This place is weird. Ofelia: It’s just a little more formal than what we’re used to. Remember in Paris? We had to dress for dinner every night at

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Lenny: I guess this is the place. Ofelia: Hmm. It looks…spacious. Lenny: It looks creepy. Ofelia: Creepy or not, we have no where else to go. Silas: Ladies, I’m glad you made it safely, as you know, we’ve been expecting you. I am Silas, and I’m pleased to greet you. Ofelia: I am Ofelia, this is my sister Lenore. We do appreciate your hospitality. Silas: Think not of it. It is, however, my

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