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fandomhighdorms2005-12-16 02:41 pm
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Friday Dorm Flower Deliveries
Delivered to the West Attic, attention Lana Lang:

The card reads:
From your Secret Santa
Delivered to room 238, attention Angel:

The card reads:
Hey.
Please note hot guy is used for illustrative purposes only and is not included.
Jack Harkness
Delivered to room 238, attention Angel:

The card reads:
Dear boy,
Fondly remembering when you were as beautiful and deadly as this mistletoe. I'm thinking of you. Are you thinking of me?
Darla
Delivered to room 238, attention Angel:

The card reads:
I wish that it hadn't been a spell.
Delivered to room 238, attention Angel:

The card reads:
Maybe next time?
Delivered to room 238, attention Angel:

The card reads:
If only.
[Yes, all those tags are correct. There's a huge pile of flowers outside room 238.]

The card reads:
From your Secret Santa
Delivered to room 238, attention Angel:

The card reads:
Hey.
Please note hot guy is used for illustrative purposes only and is not included.
Jack Harkness
Delivered to room 238, attention Angel:

The card reads:
Dear boy,
Fondly remembering when you were as beautiful and deadly as this mistletoe. I'm thinking of you. Are you thinking of me?
Darla
Delivered to room 238, attention Angel:

The card reads:
I wish that it hadn't been a spell.
Delivered to room 238, attention Angel:

The card reads:
Maybe next time?
Delivered to room 238, attention Angel:

The card reads:
If only.
[Yes, all those tags are correct. There's a huge pile of flowers outside room 238.]

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*is not developing vampire fetish, not at all ;) *]
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So what you're saying is that you want me to suck... your blood?
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ic: *wonders why she didn't get a mess of flowers after her lap dancing escapades*
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And, being Parker, she reads the notes. Then goes off down the hall giggling.
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in some non-Jossable portion of the dayand was so lost in his thoughts that he nearly stumbled right over the flowers.Assuming they were for John, he gathered them up to take inside. Then he saw his own name. Repeatedly.
His range of emotions ran from tiny twitches of smiles to uncomfortable winces to confusion.
He did, however, take all of them inside.
Including the one from Darla.
The cards he kept to himself.