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IKEA trip, Tuesday daytime

Bundled up against the grey January mist, Angela sits in the second floor common room and
waits for people to join her.

She is really looking forward to some time off-island, she thinks, as she checks her
Comfortable chair
Floor lamp
Framed prints
Comforter
Bookshelf/CD rack
Pillows for Anders
Rug for Anders

[OOC: OCD threads up. Open to everyone who got the IC email yesterday and anyone they might have invited. Slowplay through tonight.]

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"It tried to talk Marty-as-an-elf into absconding with it. God knows where it would've ended up."

North Pole, maybe. *shakes her head* Our lives are insane, you realize that of course. *debates bopping Parker with a cushion*

"I've had a weird enough start to the year to be aware of it, yes." Parker looks at allll the cushions. She looks at Zero.

No, that would be wrong.

*decides that as long as they don't burst any cushions, it should be okay* Pillow fight! *grabs a blue pillow and swings at Parker's arm*

"Hey!" Parker grins. "HEY!" And grabs two pillows, throwing one and whapping Zero on the back with the other. "Eat fluff!"

*giggles and bops Parker in the torso* YOU eat fluff!

Parker chortles and bops Zero over the head, then starts throwing any pillow that comes to hand. "You started it, I'm ending it, Pillow fight to the PAIN!"

*whacks Parker in the face* They're pillows, goofball! *dodges thrown pillows, hurls her own at Parker* No pain!

"Giggle pain!" Parker says, unable to stop herself. She snickers, catches one, then sends it whizzing back, frisbee-style, before grabbing another and just whapping randomly, snickering to the point of losing her balance.

That's all right! *sensing her opportunity, grabs one of the thrown pillows and whacks Parker in the hip*

Parker finally falls over, whapping Zero on her way down, upside the head, and then in the stomach, still giggling.

"Heeeeeee."

*pumps her fists* Yes! Winnah and still champion!

"Die, Lavendar." Parker rolled over, and weakly flapped a pillow at her.

*Zero neatly sidesteps the pillow.* Not today, Pinkie. *Then she leans over to offer Parker a hand up.*

Parker grabs it, and tries to yank her down again, snickering.

*squeals indignantly and falls, pretty much on top of Parker* No! *looks around for a pillow to whap her with*

Parker rolled off the pile of pillow, laughing hysterically. "Oh, the look on your face! hehehehehe...."

Grindin' Prada-wearing fizz. *Zero rolls onto her back, giggling breathlessly. Then, with the air of someone who's said those words before, and still laughing,* Can I help you, officer?

Parker's eyes go wide, and she straightens right up, looking around.

*Zero is still flat on her back, looking up at a very blond man in a security uniform. She wonders if he might actually be Swedish.* I'm pretty sure we didn't break anything, and if we did I'll pay for it. S'only fair.

Parker gulps, then smiles, bright and blinding. "And we'll pay for damages. Sir?" she tries, turning on the charm. "We just got a little carried away by textiles."

Zero finally sits up, but she's still rather blase about the whole situation. "They're quite lovely textiles," she says, fighting down a giggle.

She'd swear the security officer--his name tag reads 'Thronsen'--fought down a smile. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you ladies to stop that," he tells them.

"Yes sir?" Parker rolls off the pillows and onto the floor, repressing another giggle as she gets to her feet. "No sir. Heh."

"Really, they're fine!" Zero scrambles to her feet and attempts to fluff a pillow. "A bit...squashed, maybe, but fine!"

"No pillows were harmed in the making of this fight," Parker assured him solemnly.

Mr. Blond Security Guard shook his head and raised his eyebrows at them.

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