Fourth Floor Common Room

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Faith seems to have found a shrubbery attempting to pass as a Christmas Tree. She's currently decorating it, and the decorations may or may not be little weapons made out of construction paper and foil.

She's got extra paper. And maybe some tape, and glitter, and stuff. Feel free to help!

Comments

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

Shep drops the scissors and paper and stares at his hands, "Tur' in'o a wha'? An' e'zac'ly how woul' I stop tha' if it star'ed to hap'en?"

Shep puts his hand up to his lip and pokes. His fingers register the sensation but his mouth doesn't. He explores outwards. Outside of the cheeks work, inside don't. Lips don't, tongue doesn't, chin does, nose does.

"Wha da fu' is hap'ening to me NOW? An' why is it always me dat it seems to hap'en to?"

[http://users.livejournal.com/_wespryce/]

"Why, indeed. Do you want to come on down to the clinic again?"

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

No. No' again. I tink Do'or Wilson will lock me in an' trow away da key to keep me from hur'ing myself any more. Le's see if it goes away on i's own af'er a while.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_wespryce/]

[[Must go eat supper. Feel free to Godmod me down to the clinic with you, or to tell me to never darken your door again.]]

[wraithbaitjohn.livejournal.com]

[ooc: nah it's cool... the monster gave me the parameters. :)]