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Date: December 29, 1999

Status: Public

Summary:  Pestilence looks for clients...

 

Pestilence had always enjoyed studying anatomy.  There was so much to learn about humans... what made them tick... what made them stop ticking... It was all so fascinating!

Since coming to the manor, though, he had found his knowledge a little lacking.  No matter what he did here, he had no effect on any of the inhabitants.  Sure, they coughed when he was around, but it wasn't a *good* cough.  No chest rattling sounds, no mucus.  It was all for show.

He had felt at odds for a while now.  He decided it was time for a change.

Every night, after everyone had gone to bed, he would creep down to the library and read voraciously.  And after nearly a month, he finally felt that he was ready to start a new path in his existance.

With a slightly giddy feeling in his chest, he pinned an announcement up in the main hall of the Manor.  In his delicate hand was written:

 

Are you feeling worn down?

Have the aeons been getting to you?

Are your wings ruffled?

Then come in to see Dr. Albus.  Specializing in: Shiatsu, Reflexology, Reiki, Rolfing, And Hot Stone.

Stop by today for a free thirty minute session!

Special discount for any Anthropomorphic Personifications.

 

With a spring in his step, he meandered his way back to his room to set up his massage table.

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[average-adam.livejournal.com]

The first time Adam saw the handwritten notice, he sighed but ignored it. The second and third times he saw it, he looked nervously around to see if anyone else had seen it. The fourth time, he couldn't stand it any longer and walked up to Pestilence's room. He knocked gently on the door and stuck his head in.

"Any takers yet?"