Fifth floor common room, Thursday evening

[nadiathesaint]

AKA had gotten even funnier now that Nadia was actually trained. She was watching Perth and one of the new characters run around Prague like crazy people, and giggling when she realized she had enough language training under her belt to realize that some of their jokes just didn't work.

She had her laptop out with her as well, and was futzing around with her romance adventure story, trying to figure out how to orchestrate the death of Mario's undead partner without it being too emo an experience for him. She had to do something to kill time before Veronica's party, after all.

[ooc: open. we're just bumming about at work, currently.]

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[nadiathesaint]

"We'll be the dictators of spice."

[union-jane.livejournal.com]

"The titans of tang."

[nadiathesaint]

"The . . . okay, I got nothing."

[union-jane.livejournal.com]

"...Yeah. Same here."

Seras reached out and gave Nadia a friendly poke with the non-ice creamy end of her spoon.

"I'm glad you decided to stick about. You're the only person I know who *gets* why scrambled eggs aren't right with out tobasco and chilli pepper."

[nadiathesaint]

"Without the spice, it's just so . . . bland."

[union-jane.livejournal.com]

"See? You? You...get it."

[nadiathesaint]

"I do."