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saltandammo.livejournal.com) wrote in
fandomhighdorms2007-01-14 12:32 pm
Fourth floor common room, Sunday morning
Dean was in the kitchen making breakfast for whoever happened by as he occasionally was wont to do. Hunter was with him, stalking across the back of the sofa and sniffing curiously inbetween the cushions. The tv, thankfully had been dispossessed of whatever weirdness that had had it playing pirate porn the night before and Dean had it tuned to nothing more provocative than some music videos.
All in all it was a fairly cheerful morning.
[OOC: free breakfast for any who wants it.]
All in all it was a fairly cheerful morning.
[OOC: free breakfast for any who wants it.]

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"Okay that would do it," Peter admitted.
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He thought of Fandom as a lot of people. Poor, poor Luke.
"What did you do in New York?"
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Other than the tiny seam on the underside of Luke's wrist, the hand looked precisely the same as one made of flesh.
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He'd learned from it, all right. Thus...training.
"It was just off by a weapon we have at home called a lightsaber. Hurt like a son of a bitch," he said, pressing his lips together. "Just in case you were ever planning on, you know, being a hero or something. It's not all it's cracked up to be."
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