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] threeweapons.livejournal.com 2006-02-25 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
Faithful yewled in shock and jumped on her head. Then he mewled some more. Alanna blinked. "Faithful, don't rip Rory's arm out of her body." It's really saying something that she had absolutely no emotion in her voice at that statement.

[identity profile] threeweapons.livejournal.com 2006-02-25 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
"Magic pizza?" Alanna didn't blink. "Faithful get off of Rory's head. Before it falls of or something." Faithful mewled and jumped into Alanna's arms.