Third Floor Common Room, late Saturday

[chasingangela]

Tired and a little overwhelmed by her day, Angela takes her cat Min to the common room and curls up with the cat, the remote and a bag of microwave popcorn.

She could probably be convinced to share.

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[chasingangela]

"Angela, yeah. I'm not sure why it's so quiet in here -- I guess everyone else found better things to do. But if you want to sit with me and Min, the company wouldn't suck. You can even have the remote."

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

"Not sucking is good. In this case at least. You can have the remote though, there's nothing but crap on on Saturday nights anyway." Jack sighs lightly and resettles himself on the couch.

"So. Your week been as bad as mine?"

[chasingangela]

Angela laughs bitterly. "Um ... broke up with my boyfriend, pissed off a vampire, again, had my sex life ridiculed by someone who claims to be a demon ... I'm going to go with "yes" on that one. It's kind of sad when the Deep Thoughts club is the bright spot in your week." Somehow, the fact she doesn't know Jack makes it easier for her to talk about these things in such a light tone.

"What went wrong for you?"

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

"Me? Oh the usual; got bitchy with a friend who didn't deserve it, got my brain all dissected by House's Boy in the clinic, got called on my 'deflecting,' broke up with someone I didn't know I was dating, had to talk about family, found out I had to kill one of my friends... You know, same ol' same ol'."

[chasingangela]

Angela gives Jack a sympathetic look. "Sounds pretty crap-tastic. You might beat me. I'm sorry. Who, um ... who do you need to kill?"

"And I completely forgot that I found out my mother and little sister are coming for Parents' weekend, without my dad. That made the week even funner."

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

"Kawalsky. He is an evil, disturbed little man-child who has really bad ideas of jokes."

"Damn. Must suck not having the whole bunch. My uncle and brother are coming but that's pretty much been an assumed given from the start."

[chasingangela]

Angela sucks on her teeth. "I don't know Kawalsky. I think he's supposed to be on the field trip tomorrow, though. Sorry for the bad joke, whatever happened"

She pauses for a second, thinking about her family. "My mom and I just don't get along, you know? I mean, I know she loves me and all, but ... it's typical mother-daughter stuff. I wanted to have my dad as a buffer zone, but I guess he has to work. And then my sister is 12. She's kind of a pest, but I'm worried about what might happen to her here if she started talking to the wrong person. You know, I'd like her to go back to Pittsburgh in one piece."

"What are your uncle and brother like?"

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

"Eh not that big of a deal now, but I'm gonna have to kill him sometime for principle. He'll be expecting it though."

"As younger siblings. Love to hate them. Me myself I was lucky enough to be and older and a younger, it's much more fun when you're on the bugging side." Hammond and Teal'c? Hmmm...

"My uncle's pretty strict, he used to be a general in the Air Force so it'd probably be a really good thing for me if nobody mentioned anything I've ever done here. Murray though? He's a fun guy, barrels of monkey-laughs. A little too literal sometimes though..."

[chasingangela]

Angela rolls her eyes. "I wish I got to be on the bugging side. I always have to be more, like, mature. But getting to be bossy sometimes makes up for it."

She yawns, stretching her arms above her head. "Your family sounds interesting, anyhow. I should go to bed soon," she says, though she stays rooted on the couch.

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

"Bah. Being mature is overrated, trust me. Being bossy is always good though, and if you change the wording you can even put it on your resume."

Angela's yawn makes Jack yawn in response. "Ah, don't do that, it's contagious." He cracks his neck and knuckles follow suit.

"Interesting's one word to describe them. I should probably get some sleep too." Jack also doesn't move after this statement. "There's just something inherently wrong about going to bed early on a Satyrday, isn't there?"

[chasingangela]

Angela nods. "Even if there's nothing to do -" she yawns again - "it feels like you're missing something."

She rises, gathering Min -- who utters a squeak of protest -- and the empty popcorn bag. "See you later, Jack," she says, toddling sleepily off to room 304.

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, missing something..." Theme of the week there isn't it?

"Night." Jack grabbed the remote and switched the chanel.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Wait, that was bitchy? I thought it was just Jack being...Jack. :) Sam barely even noticed.]

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

[Nah, the bitchy was with... Someone I don't remember now. Eck. Sleep.]

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

[ooc: What are you still doing up??? Shoo!]

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

[Up again. Four hours of sleep. Ugh. Mom may kick me off soon anyway though...]

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

[Ugh. Well, we're at the Perkolater in town if you want to be kept busy.]

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

[May find a way to wander over for a bit later.]

[chasingangela]

[OOC: Sorry for doing this, but I'm falling asleep on my keyboard. We can slowplay this tomorrow if you want.]

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

[No problem, slow-time is good.]