Animal-Balancing Contest (evening, FHT - first floor lobby)

Rory arrived in the lobby balancing a tank with a wee turtle in it against one hip, a box from J,GOB in the opposite arm, and a flying puppy on a leash leading her.

She tied Vladdie to the leg of a table, set Yoda's tank and the cake down, and looked around to see what she still needed to set up.

[Yes, even crack-addled ideas like this need OCD threads. Wait for 'em. They're up, but play on the contest itself won't start until 5:30 EST.

ETA: And yes, it originally said it was in the afternoon. This is now set about 8:30 PM FHT.

SON OF ETA: You can eat cake now. Rufus is here!]

Re: During Contest - General Chatter!

[identity profile] whitedeathpod.livejournal.com 2006-03-14 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
"Aeryn has experience," John tells her. "Lots of experience. And patience."

Re: During Contest - General Chatter!

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2006-03-14 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
"The woman's a saint. I may nominate her for that. And tell her." Parker grinned. "To see the look on her face."

Re: During Contest - General Chatter!

[identity profile] whitedeathpod.livejournal.com 2006-03-14 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
"She is a saint," John says and he's serious for this one because he can't help it. "And she deserves her accolades."

Re: During Contest - General Chatter!

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2006-03-14 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
Parker smirked. "Your saving grace, John-boy. Watching you around her. It's spared your life. With me, anyway."