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.]

Comments

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

< Dumb luck. Yup, any animal as long as I have a sample of DNA. There's also a two hour limit. Oh, and ants? Are creeeepy. >

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

And that got the bzuh? face again. "Seriously. Why would you...? Never mind. Not sure I want to know."

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

< We were being sneaky. Flies are only marginally better. > Marco may have been trying to get the bzuh? face on purpose now.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Whaaa..." Parker looked suspicious. "Okay, now you're just messing with me."

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

Marco blinked. < Nope. Hell, I wish I was. Did you know that while Raid may be fatal to flies, it's not to humans? I actually have proof. >