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izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com) wrote in
fandomhighdorms2007-07-08 06:52 pm
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Fourth Floor Common Room, evening
It was still way too hot to consider doing anything outside for the evening, so Isabel wandered down the hall to the common room and the TV. It wasn't till she'd flipped through three different documentaries on the Roswell Crash that she realized what day it was. The sixtieth anniversary of their ship's crash.
Strangely intrigued, she settled on one of the more recent documentaries, snickering as she recognized some of the people they interviewed as Crashdown patrons and Crash Festival regulars.
Strangely intrigued, she settled on one of the more recent documentaries, snickering as she recognized some of the people they interviewed as Crashdown patrons and Crash Festival regulars.

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Something about aliens. Seemed interesting enough.
"Mind if I watch too, or this a kind of a private thing?" he asked.
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"Johnny Blaze. 'M new around here," he said by way of introduction. "Which UFO event they talkin' about on this?"
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He was in for a rude awakening."Sixty years? That's longer than I thought it'd been. They ever find out what actually happened?"
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"Really?" she said simply, "They were just looking for a place to be safe."
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"Y'look pretty good for sixty," he managed to get out.
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"Toilet seat?" he asked.
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He pointed at himself. " 'M Johnny Blaze, by the way. Nice to meet ya"
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He stopped cold at the name, and pointed at the other boy. "You're Marco? I've been lookin' for you for the last week!"
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