Fifth floor common room, Thursday around noon

[nadiathesaint]

Vacation was all well and good, but Nadia was starting to get bored. So she was out in the common room, listening to the CDs she'd gotten yesterday, with her laptop. One window on it had notes for the "Evil flying pink pony awareness party", the other had her somewhat neglected epic adventure story.

Yes, Elena and Marco were currently being attacked by evil, flying pink ponies. And a new friend, Tad, had appeared in the narrative. He was a very tall Filipino with a penchant for flirting with . . . well, just about anyone, but especially Jean, the skateboarding star from Quebec.

[ooc: another day, another bout of absolutely nothing going on at work. Open!!]

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[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Yes, please not to be blowing up Pip's hands. I like them."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

What was that acronym he'd heard tossed around? Oh yes. TMI. Pippi was too much like a sister for him to want to think about such things.

Even if Pip did have good hands.

From what he'd seen.

"I won't. No blowing up of any hands unless they're attached to bad guys."

Let's not go into Walter's definition of bad guys.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Probably for the best.

"Good." Pippi nodded. "Do you need any help?"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Do you know anything about welding?"

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"I know it's how you get metal to stick together."