Second floor common room, midday Sunday

[sooo_cute]

Quinn is not going to stay on a floor that been blowed up and looks like it's been blowed up. Therefore, we're repainting.

The Muppet chickens have set to work on cleaning the walls because I like godmodding chickens, and Quinn's wearing her cutest old clothes. There are several gallons of primer set out, and since the furniture's ruined, why bother with a dropcloth? There are several paintbrushes and rollers that were found, and everything's set up. The paint will have to wait until the primer's up. Because, explodey.

Clean up your common room, people.

Comments

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"Because I'm locked out and Vala won't let me in," Cameron gets disturbed by Quinn.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Hey Cam. Find Sam Carter. She can pick locks."

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"I got a key, she botled it!" Cameron does not flail as that doesn't go with the pants.

[swerval_zero]

"I could pick your lock for you."

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"Thanks, but she bolted it from the inside." Cameron frowns. "How many people here can pick locks?"

[swerval_zero]

"What the squall'd you do to her? And, last count? Many. Lots."

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"I didn't do anything to her!" Cameron flails. "It was a joke!"

[swerval_zero]

"Sounds like she didn' think so." Zero shrugs. "Try not to get paint on those, I guess. Sucks t'be you."

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," Cameron frowns. "Thanks."