#dsaberlioz

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Berlioz

[disneystudyabroad]

Required para for the month of November

Berlioz and John EXEMPT ✔ Marie and Leroy  Rapunzel and Ravenna  ✔ Kiara and Meg  ✔ Shere Khan and Alice ✔ ✔ Peter and Roxanne ✔ ✔ Tia and March ✔ Clopin and Tulio EXEMPT ✔ Pegasus and Lottie ✔ ✔ Stitch and Dory ✔ ✔ Tiger Lily and Jessie ✔ ✔ Flynn and Lilo ✔ Cinderella and Kovu

Note: If you are tagged, you must write the starter for the para.The starter should be out before the 11th of November. Failure to do so will result in your drop. If you are unable to do so, message the main now. You were tagged if you were the first person listed.

sug·ges·tion/sə(g)ˈjesCHən/ Noun: An idea or plan put forward for consideration.

Suggested Writing Topics:

Our next destination is Zimbabwe! Someone leaked this information to the students.Do you believe them or think the whole thing is a lie? Are you going to start to make plans for what you want to do once we get there?

Our next destination is Seattle! Someone leaked this information to the students.Do you believe them or think the whole thing is a lie? Are you going to start to make plans for what you want to do once we get there?

Oh no! Someone took over the ships PA system and is playing Gangnam Style on repeat. No one knows where the mic is nor where the music is. Do you have an idea of who did this terrible crime or where the mic is? Are you going to leave the ship on repeat or try to end the nightmare?

Your favorite artist is making a fan video their official music video for one of your favorite songs. They are asking for fans to make a fan videos and upload them so they can pick their favorite ones and mash them together. Lyrics, singing, playing, acting, anything goes. Are you going to do it?

A box of yarn is found on the deck of the ship and no on is claiming it. Are you going to claim it? If so, what do you plan on doing with it? Why was yarn even left on the main deck? Is there something wrong with it? Are you going to try find who left it?

[old-dsameg-account-blog]

[Private]: Hey, B?

I'm a little pissed off and I need a distraction.

[toughalleycattoo]

Voicemail:

Toulouse: Hey asshat. If you ever would listen to your voicemails, there's three of them trying to talk to you. I have your ticket, pack your goddamn bag. And yeah, I'm getting married. That's what engaged people do.

[dsamurdermystery]

Harold the maid carefully ventured to room 420 to clean up. He had been nervous about leaving his room at all, because of yesterday's murder, but the students rooms had to be cleaned. Nothing would change that. "Room service," he called, waiting for a reply. Most replies from the students were moans or cursing, but he got no reply this time. It was a much welcome change. He slipped the key card into the door and waited for the rectangular light to change to green before he pulled it out.

The sight that greeted him as soon as the door was fully open was so disgusting, so nauseating, that he was forced to turn around and vomit into the garbage bag that he was carrying. A student was laying on the bed, surrounded by bowls. In one, was his heart. Another held his lungs, and yet another held his brain. Every bowl held a new organ. There were jugs filled with blood and other fluids; the students probably bled out before being disemboweled. 

The poor, fateful student laying in the bed was...

[sidgrowdup-blog]

Berlioz, Meeko, and (Tootles - if you exist)

ooc - 

SID NEEDS PARAS WIF UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU. 

[sidgrowdup-blog]

ATTENTION MEG, BERLIOZ, MEEKO and maybe Alice

We are having band practices on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Scat Cat says we can use the music room. 

Also, what do think? I need opinions. We should be called:

WRONG FLAVOR

[toughalleycattoo]

Toulouse sat on the rug at the foot of his parents' bed, watching his dad make the bed. It was something his mother never had learned, and Georges was neat. Besides, he'd always said that he didn't mind taking the time to tidy up. It gave him a chance to think. Neither he or Toulouse made a sound, but it was their familiar morning ritual. Once both had dressed, Toulouse would make his way to his parents' room to watch his dad make the bed.

He looked at the clock. Duchess would be home in five minutes. He headed to the door. As he pulled on his coat, he heard soft footsteps pad up behind him. He looked down to find Toulouse looking up at him, confusion showing clearly on his round little face. "Mommy'll be home in a little bit.  Be a good boy and watch your cartoons. I'll be back soon, buddy." He said, stroking his son's silky red hair. He stepped out and pulled the door shut behind him.

Toulouse had heard his dad near the door and the jingle of his keys. He pushed back the blanket and got up, padding towards the door. He looked up at his father, nodding at his words. As he watched him leave, he looked down. On the floor was a single key. The house key. I'll be back soon, buddy...

Toulouse awoke, sitting bolt upright and panting in the dark room. On the other side, Meeko rolled over and went back to sleep. Angry with himself for dreaming about it again, Toulouse punched his pillow to a better shape and flopped back down, willing himself to go back to a dreamless sleep, even though it was impossible. He tossed and turned all night.