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auroryborealis.livejournal.com) wrote in
fandomhighdorms2006-02-24 07:38 pm
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.
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.

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omgdirty./MommyRory has things like sticks that make shapes on white flat things!/ Vladdie offered. /Could find those!/
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"I have a pen?" he offered, pulling one out of his jacket pocket.
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/YAYS STICK./
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Pup gave his person a reproachful look and turned back to Vladdie. /Yes! Stick things! Where? Where? Where?/
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His yaps might sound rather outraged at the unfairness of the universe.
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He genuinely did not understand why none of his friends could fly like him. It seemed very unfair.
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He looked mournful for half a tick and then took a leap at the pen. /
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"Come on, Vladdiekins. Time to mourn the fishie." She smiled and Walter and Pup. "