>The Vice President blinks sluggishly, gaze panning between her notebook and the clock. You place your hand on her shoulder and she leans her head to catch your hand in the crook of her neck before jerking stiff in her seat, blushing softly.
Mmm-Oh! Sorry, sorry. Good evening. Sorry, it's been a slow day, so I'm a bit out of it. Welcome to the poetry club!
Now... let's get this show on the road, shall we?
The word of the thread, is "Trance"! Hmm... S-sorry, I can't really think of a good descriptor. But I'm confident that you can make something from it even without my rambling, ahaha...
Alternatives are "Chain", "Diamond", "Paradise" and "Futile"!
Now, you know the usual song and dance, but humour me, alright? These are suggested words for a pem, prose or pedantic piece of your choosing. Theme, inspiration, subject, what have you. And don't be shy about participation, okay? It's all Anonymous if you want it to be, and critique is only given upon request. So don't worry about being hurt unless you beg for it~
Okay, so. Please take care of yourself, okay? There's always someone here in the club willing to lend you their ear, no matter what... Some people say to you. Alright? Alright.
I look forward to reading what you have for us. G-gut nacht, user.
Monika?
youtube.com/watch?v=fNPZ1XSasgU
>She muffles a yawn and looks around before nestling her head in her arms.