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OPEN SIGNUPS - Monster Musume: Debauchery in London! (OOC & Signups)
Il Limo sat calmly on what must have been the least crowded flight she ever took. It was quite fun taking a boat over to Pantelleria, the closest island with an airport near her home, but deep in her malleable, squishy heart, Limo knew that she was going to miss Italy. Ignoring for a moment that she doesn't even have a biological heart, the young slime girl couldn't understand why papa and mama wanted their little figlia to move. She had so many happy memories with them. One of her favorites was from the day that Limo was to be baptized. Of course, no one had predicted that she would turn into a giant blob, and was thus rolled out of the church by the priest.
Well, it was funny to her, at least. Mama was keen on giving the family heirloom to her on this perilous quest for knowledge. She supplied Limo with a little golden rosary, one that would protect her from loneliness and fear. But sitting in her cushioned, airline chair, all by her lonesome, it was difficult to understand how a piece of jewelry would stop homesickness. Limo's English was as good as it was ever going to be. The same could be said for her Italian and Latin, but the latter wasn't used much beyond Sunday Mass. When the nose of the plane stooped downward, she raised both of her arms and offered an obnoxious "Wheeeee!", even when the massive aircraft made contact with the runway.
But alas, Limo reached her destination. This was London. Excitedly she peered out of her window, only to be disappointed with the image of the airport blocking the rest of the city. Already she could tell that it wasn't like Rome or Palermo. Home was home, and it took a while to digest the fact that this was home now. Limo danced and twirled her way off of the plane, nearly hitting several bystanders with her luggage, although their frightened cries were met with rambunctious giggling. A waterproof coating was placed over the chain of her rosary, so that Limo could wear it along with her signature white dress. A strong temptation to explore flared in her mind. It was promptly extinguished when an airport greeter called her out by name. He was sent by the academy, no less, and the same limousine that was used to transport every student now waited in the humongous parking lot, eager to bring Il Limo to the heart of London, where the Rothbard Academy for Humans and Monsters proudly stood.
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