Third floor common room, Sunday evening

[captainliberty]

Janet has made her way allllll the way to the dorms, and alllll the way up the stairs after talking to Pam. It's very tiring on her wee little legs, and she crawls up onto the couch with her eight pounds of clothes and towel cape, and decides she's bored.

She spots the remote and her eyes light up, and she reaches to grab it. The problem is, she doesn't know how to work the remote, so she's yelling "WORK!" at it and pouting when that doesn't turn the TV on.

She might need help. Or advice that TV ruins the brain.


[Open, especially for the kiddies, or those who want to entertain said kiddies. La.]

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[carbontelepath.livejournal.com]

"Noooo," Emma admitted after a quick look around. She tilted her head to stare up at Greg. "You have funny hair."

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

"It has personality," Greg told her.

[carbontelepath.livejournal.com]

Emma frowned at him and sent a mental HELLO! towards the hair. "Nu-huh!"

[like-a-sponge.livejournal.com]

Greg's brow creased momentarily, as he was pretty sure she just yelled in his head. "Yep. It's 'cause my hair wants to be unique and it's alive."