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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[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Hey there."

[nadiathesaint]

"Hey Pippi."

Hmm. She would have to work out a way to get Penelope the Pirate and Pippin the Mercenary together in her adventure story.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi had been considering giving Nadia a hard time about telling Walter she loved him in Spanish before leaving, but after what Pip totally didn't tell her this morning... She decided against it.

"What'cha working on?"

[nadiathesaint]

"Just a story. For fun. How are things going with . . . the things that you have going?"

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Oh? What kind of story? Can I read it?" she asked. "And things are going well I guess."

[nadiathesaint]

Read it? Someone else reading her story? "Um. Not yet? I'm still working on it," Nadia quickly closed the word processor window. "And have you asked Pip what you wanted to ask Pip yet?"

[union-jane.livejournal.com]

After snatching her handcuffs, Seras hadn't really paid attention to what she'd stuffed into her one night stand grab bag, and she'd found herself with a surplus of syrups.

"Who wants to make sundaes?!" she called as she pranced into the common room, arms laden with various bottles and flavours.

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia blinked at the array of syrups. "Do we have ice cream?"

Cinnamon ice cream with dark chocolate syrup would be delightful, right now. . . .

[union-jane.livejournal.com]

"Only one way to find out," replied Seras.

She deposited the syrups on a nearby, convenient table, went into the kitchen and began digging through the freezer.

Sure enough, there was a nice selection of ice creams, sorbets and gelatos.

Seras grinned.

"I love Fandom."

[nadiathesaint]

"Only if said ice cream does not turn us into anything small and furry or make us talk funny."

Sure, she couldn't remember everyone's names, but she did remember Fandom's . . . peculiarities.

[union-jane.livejournal.com]

Seras read the labels.

"Doesn't say anything about causing us to change forms," she said, "Though, this one does promise to take you to a Nirvana of flavourful bliss."

[nadiathesaint]

"We're going to watch early nineties grunge music?" asked Nadia, who thanks to her old job at Empire, knows much more about music than she does about world religions.

[union-jane.livejournal.com]

"What's grunge music?" asked Seras as she hunted for bowls, spoons, napkins, and the ice cream scoop.

She was from the early nineties, but had yet to cross musical paths with Kurt Cobain and his ilk.

[nadiathesaint]

"It's music that's all muddled and hard to understand and the singers wear baggy, dingy flannels and ripped jeans and have greasy hair." Nadia did her best to sing a phrase from "Smells Like Teen Spirit", but her accent made it somewhat difficult to not ennunciate things. The air guitar and surly expression on her face probably helped, though.

[union-jane.livejournal.com]

"Do they all play invisible guitars?" asked Seras, her expression one of solemn interest.

[nadiathesaint]

"Yes," Nadia replied very seriously. "They do."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter had showered and changed after his therapy workout earlier in the junkyard. He'd had his new clothes for just a couple of days and was already destroying shirts. Bloody brilliant.

Now, it was a matter of not running away from anything that might still be making him uncomfortable, which would include one of his favorite fifth floor residents. Since they'd worked things out. Sort of. Probably. Maybe.

"Hey. AKA again?"

[union-jane.livejournal.com]

"'Strewth?! And, I thought Bowie was ground breaking..."

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Um no." she said. "He said he'd be at the gun range later... I was thinking of asking him then."

Oh Pippi, you're so romantic.

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia quickly minimized her adventure romance file, where she'd been in the process of having Mario and Calliope get tied up together by Mongolian infidels.

Elena would, of course, be along eventually to rescue them both.

"It's what's on. And very, very funny."

[union-jane.livejournal.com]

Seras looked up and waved the ice cream scoop at Walter.

"Dornez! Sundae?"

[nadiathesaint]

"Kurt Cobain was said to be a musical genius. That's why he died so young." Nadia shrugged. "I think he might have choked on his own tongue?"

[nadiathesaint]

"Bonding over guns could work. . . ."

[union-jane.livejournal.com]

"Better his than someone else's."

Seras had arranged the ice creams in an orderly manner.

"Right. Name your poison."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia pointed to a vanilla cinnamon swirl, which wasn't straight cinnamon, but would have to do. "That one looks good."