Sunday Evening - Fifth Floor Common Room

[once-a-king.livejournal.com]

Peter was sitting on the couch with a bowl of popcorn in front of him and a box of cookies from J. GOB.  He'd found some Coca-Cola (and still couldn't get over the fact it came in cans now) and was flipping through the channels on the TV.

Oooh, war movie.  That looked interesting.  The planes looked familiar too.  Peter sat forward in his seat as the title rolled.  Rescuing Corproral Smith?  Did they make movies about World War II now?


OOC: open for all of course but especially saltandammo

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[willbedone.livejournal.com]

"This is what the frogs want you to think."

[soldtoarmenians]

"Small. Harmless. Purple. Friendly. Semi-willingly wears a twinkie-hat on special occasions that I totally did not make or place on his head."

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

"He's purple??"

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander winced. "Um. Yeah. Portal-allergy issue. That was... totally not your fault. Mostly."

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

"What did I do?"

[soldtoarmenians]

"Actually nothing; it was Giles' spell. Wasn't calibrated for animals, or animals that were hatched in Fandom, at least. You...er, future you, just didn't manage to fix it." He gave her the eye. "Or maybe she just thought he was easier to keep track of that way."

Great, now she had him wondering whether Jeremiah's Auntie Willow really feared he'd eat her face, still.

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

"Willows are clever like that," she said.

[soldtoarmenians]

He just looked at her suspiciously.

[willbedone.livejournal.com]

She looked innocent in return.