http://justwantsquiet.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] justwantsquiet.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2009-09-30 10:12 pm

Fifth Floor Common Room [Wednesday evening]

Sookie had gotten phone calls from both her grandmother and Tara earlier about the coming weekend. Gran had said she definitely wouldn't be able to come due to a recent storm taking out some pretty heavy damage on the house, so finances were limited. Tara had said she'd do what she could, but to expect a visitor no matter what. That was...cryptic and weird, but Sookie had kind of dismissed it as Tara being Tara.

In any case, to cheer herself up a little, she'd moved out to the common room and was whipping up a batch of chocolate-chip cookies. Partly because they made her feel better, and partly because she owed them to someone, so it'd be a good idea to have them on hand. She turned the TV onto Squee, because even if she couldn't sing, other kids could, and they'd make her happier. Plus, fake baby storylines were always amazing.

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brat_inslayage: (Um. Oops?)

[personal profile] brat_inslayage 2009-10-01 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Sorry. Bernard?" asked Kennedy. "That name's not ringing a bell."
longislandiceme: (eyeroll)

[personal profile] longislandiceme 2009-10-01 05:38 am (UTC)(link)
"Some dude from back home," Bobby waved a hand dismissively. "For my birthday he wrote a poem that was like, eighty three verses long." That was not even an exaggeration.
brat_inslayage: (Holy Crap (Willow's Holding a Gun on Me))

[personal profile] brat_inslayage 2009-10-01 06:09 am (UTC)(link)
"What, like a verse per year, like candles? Isn't that a few dozen too many?"
longislandiceme: (blue [da boo dee])

[personal profile] longislandiceme 2009-10-01 06:20 am (UTC)(link)
"You would think," Bobby said with a sigh. "I've never actually managed to stay awake through one of his um, epics."