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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[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

As though the common room had not been witness to acts of kissy of all varieties.

Walter didn't pull out the anti-giggle big guns, which included mental images of Alfred in swim trunks, and eventually gave up the pretense of death in favor of sniggering.

"My hero!" he exclaimed, clasping his hands to his chest in the time-honored manner of damsels in distress for their rescuers.

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia struck a seated heroic pose, which, Walter would probably be pleased to note, involved her not tickling him right then. "Never fear, poor creature, I will protect you!"