Second Floor Hallway

Rory, in the midst of trying to put up shelves by holding one arm with the other, got a desperately woe-inducing phone call.

She wandered out into the hallway. "Um. Anyone want to go to a fish funeral?" she called, reattaching her arm.

[ooc: Seriously, there will be a memorial for RT. Feel free to tag along, omg.]

ETA: And fishie doom continues HERE.

[identity profile] carter-i-am.livejournal.com 2006-02-25 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
Sam stuck her head out of her room. "What did you just ask?"