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notcalledlizzie.livejournal.com) wrote in
fandomhighdorms2005-09-22 11:55 am
Cuddy/Weir Election HQ
Elizabeth is sitting, crosslegged in front of a low table, with both her laptop and a pad of paper set up in front of her. Sedge is zonked out asleep at her feet, and she's rifling through printed sheets.
A pack of six highlighters are around, and every so often, she'll highlight something in a different color.
A pack of six highlighters are around, and every so often, she'll highlight something in a different color.

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[ooc: Fandom High: brings out the evilness in you]
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[ooc: It's really hard trying to write fic for a Shep/Weir ficathon when I'm playing this at the same time...]
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[ooc: If you want to. I think I'm giving up for a night. They're up a tree with a llama creature just below them. My brain really can't cope with that anymore! *headdesks*]
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[ooc: I'm good to keep going. I've got a conversation with Cally in the Perkolator, and mun is being far too ocd for her own good and is trying to compile the list of current students. And I possibly shouldn't have gone to Starbucks at 8pm and not ordered decaff, so I could be awake for a while...]
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Let's go find Janet. I need to talk to her. *wink*
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*giggles* Sounds good. I've not seen her all day *whimpers*
[ooc: I think that coffee's going to be keeping me going most of the night... but it was worth it!]
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*laughs* This is so much easier with women. Men, you have to practically browbeat them to get them to go anywhere.
*strokes Liz's cheek soothingly* C'mon. She'll be glad to see you too.
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*grins* Coming!
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