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Aeryn's all packed, and not really in the mood to see the room looking so much different. She hates the look of boxes and bags all packed up, so it's easier to head to the gym, though she's not being very into her workout. She's not really looking forward to leaving, and she hates goodbyes. So she figures John can say goodbye to who he needs to in the room, and anyone who knows her will know where else hey can find her.

[It's say bye to Aeryn time. *sniff* She's leaving Fandom tonight. And SP is love.]

auroryborealis.livejournal.com

Rory was having a hell of a day.

"Vladdie, please get off the ceiling."

"But can see betterest up here!"

"You can see on the couch, too."

"But I like the ceeeeeeeiling! Sometimes Cranky Lady with Big Pointy Thing has a kitty that sits on the ceiling with me!"

"...Alanna and Faithful aren't here anymore."

"I don't waaaaaaanna get dow --"

"VLADDIE, GET OFF THE CEILING."

A wee little boy reluctantly floated down from the ceiling to sit on the couch beside a harried-looking Rory, who firmly snugged an arm around him so he couldn't fly off, and turned on the television to something bright and loud.

[open. Vladdie's about three in people years ~~because toddlers are more fun than infants~~. And yes, he can still fly.]

bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com

Since she had no workshops today, Molly had slept in and then spent the majority of the day puttering around the cabin. The glittery was getting to her though. So, she went to sit outside for a while with her back to the cabin. She ignored the fact that she was almost as glittery as the cabin by now.

[[Open!]]

fates_jaye

Jaye could very easily get depressed over her last week here, especially since she ended radio and two people in her ~~alcove~~ section of the cabin are already gone.

She's not, though. What she's doing is standing somewhere near the fire, and tossing mini-marshmallows into it. What? They suck for s'mores when they're that small, but they make good projectiles.

And she hasn't even gotten into Barbossa's rum yet. Wow.

[Open. *plays the hell out of Jaye while I can.]

anextimeagent.livejournal.com

Jack was sprinkling something on the floor of the common room.

The stuff had finally arrived in today's mail, along with a letter he refused to think about, and he was testing it before he did the entire room, which was why a corner of the kitchen floor was looking rather whiter than usual. Satisfied it was covered, he grabbed a jug of water and poured it over the powder.

It instantly became ice. "All right!"

Jack shoved all the furniture against the walls, stacking it as necessary, ran downstairs to grab a hose from the front lawn, dragged it upstairs, hooked it to the kitchen sink, coated the floor in powder and then leapt up onto the counter to to spray it with water.

It didn't take long before he was standing in what was effectively an indoor ice rink. Grinning gleefully, he hopped off the counter, scrabbled briefly for balance, then pushed off the wall to slide gracefully across the room. "Don't even need skates."

[ooc: Open like a common room, and here's the thing: the ice will melt directly to a harmless gas, as in the movie Real Genius (but there will be no Madam Curie look alike contest), causing absolutely no damage to the room. The room will be moddably foggy as time progresses and the ice will be completely gone in, say, an hour!]

the_merriest

"It's nice up here," Rikku said. "I'm not keeping you up or anything, am I? I mean, you'll say something, right?" Tidus would probably get sick of her chattering at him at some point, but it was too hard not to. "'Cause I don't want to keep you up. I just thought it'd be nice to come up here. You know, I don't think I've ever been up here before?"

The roof was decidedly not emo this evening, as a result of the two blondes.

(OOC: Very, very open!)

Current Mood: bouncy

evilpinkthing.livejournal.com

Mr Canute Mimir Fluffypants was anxious.

Things were not going as he'd hoped. It had been ages since D-prime had vanished. H-prime had been ignoring him for months. And if his internal clock was right, it was almost time for H-prime to graduate and leave Fandom entirely.

Well, he wasn't having any of that. On the morning of May 1st, he reactivated himself and stealthily snuck through a whole bunch of dorm rooms to steal things. Weird things. Random things. Whatever he liked best in each of the rooms visited. Things like:

( Fluffypants' swag list )

After he was done, he piled his collection of loot in a large pile in the second floor common room. If anyone wanted their things back, they'd have to bargain with him.

That would stop all the upcoming changes from happening, wouldn't it?

Current Mood: devious

x5-alec.livejournal.com

Alec and Dean had decided that there was no better idea than getting a lot of ice cream, a lot of random toppings, and then making sundaes. They even waited until after lunch (cereal) and made sure to have healthy things too (fruit syrup! jam! graham cracker bits!).

There was, of course, a lot of everything, just in case people wanted to come by and have some of their own. Alec was ~~suicidal~~ nice like that.

[OOC: Come have ice cream? Toppings and flavors totally moddable, and feel free to order Alec to put it all together for your wee ones.]

Current Mood: jubilant

whitedeathpod.livejournal.com

John was going to be proposing in a week. And soon after that? Fandom was going to be one awesome memory. So, he wanted to go out with a bang. It'd been awhile since he'd done something like this and he knew exactly how to ask.

Charlie had agreed pretty quickly and, after finding bits and pieces of costuming, had emerged dressed as Mrs and Mrs Claus.

And they had a lot of shredded paper. White paper. C'mon, you know what that was getting used for.

"Oh, Mr. Claus? Should be spreading some early holiday cheer?" John asked in the highest, squeakiest voice he could manage.

[John and Charlie are going up and down the halls singing Christmas carols. Want them to sing one to you? Just ping in and they will! The best Christmas carols ever!]

multi-madrox.livejournal.com

Jamie was sitting on his hind legs and staring at the refrigerator.

Occasionally he would whimper and cast big puppy dog eyes at anyone passing by.

//FEED ME!// Jamie yipped.

dark_slippy_thing

Valentine stood back and proudly admired the pillow fort that he had made out of the couch cushions. He wasn't half bad at making them even when he wasn't insane by way of cupcake, he decided, and he might take up designing sets for himself more often in the future.
The only thing he was really missing right now was a low-fat non-whip soy latte.

And a cast, crew, script and camera.

He'd iron out the kinks later. Nothing could stand in the way of the progress of the magic of the movies!!

(Common room open, as common rooms are! Come in and be a star? We can figure out OCD as we go. ETA: As most of us have gone to bed, slowplay is now the name of the game to finish that movie. OCD is up for the filming itself, and I think we have pretty much all the positions filled. But if you want to show up and gawk, you can totally do just that.)

Current Mood: artistic

auroryborealis.livejournal.com

Rory had immediately checked her messages when she woke up from a nap that evening (lack of caffeine shockingly seemed to make her tired all the time) and headed straight down to the gym.

She didn't really feel like doing much, but she brought her gloves and a bottle of water just in case. When she arrived, she sat down by the bags with her legs folded under her and opened up a book.

[Rory's here to meet Aeryn, natch, but open for all your gym-like needs! And it's fine to say Rory and Aeryn talked, but the subject matter is NFB, pleaseandthankyou!]

can_be_more

Aeryn would love spring break if she had something to distract her from personal stuff. As it is, she doesn't, so she heads down to the gym to work some of it off.

She drops her water bottle off on the mat, and pulls the gloves on before she starts hitting the punching bag. On one hand, the big thing that she's been dealing with for four months is more or less over with, and all that's left now is adjusting to it. It's nothing she won't get over, it just takes some time to get used to the way things are now.

And on the other hand, there's still another mess she's still dealing with with John, so she figures it's better to work off some of the frustrated, confused stuff so she can focus on things like that. By wailing on a defenseless punching bag.

[Open like an open thing.]

just-add-starch.livejournal.com

Benton woke up this morning to Dief licking his face and wanting to go outside. So, after sliding on clothes and tying his own shoes, Benton wandered into the lobby with Dief at his side.

He's got a book in front of him, a puppy at his side and cereal to eat.

[So open!]

krycek-rat.livejournal.com

Krycek had gone to the common room to veg out a bit, but found himself wrestling with a goat for charge of the remote. "You can't even use it!"

"Maaa!"

"I'm not watching MTV," Krycek growled. "Just give it--"

*SNAP*

The goat jumped to the back of the couch with the ruined remains of the remote in his mouth, looking smug.

"You are really annoying," Krycek muttered as he got up to change the channel manually.

[ooc: ...goat modded with permission, yes.]

cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com

Great, so after a fairly upsetting trip to the clinic, Anders had found out from Tori last night that Angela seemed to be missing. Then he'd stopped by the library after Spy Tech this morning to find out that Bridge hadn't made it in for his shift, which really wasn't like him. All of this was adding up to a big old ball of worrisome things, and now Anders was beyond waiting for the other shoe to fall; he was waiting for the entire shoe rack to cave in on his head.

But he still didn't have any clue where to start as far as figuring things out, and he was angry, frustrated, and scared. Not to mention feeling really gross from smoking his way through two packs of cigarettes last night.

So once he got back from the library he went up to his room to put on the leather riding gear, then headed down to the garage, where he climbed on his Glider, fired up the engines, and took off on a tense, breakneck-speed ride around the island several times, until he felt calm enough to think.

Which was exactly what he did -- while sitting cross-legged on his Glider outside the garage, making inroads on a new pack of cigarettes.

[OOC: Open to all, particularly plotty people, but everybody anyway, hey!]

auroryborealis.livejournal.com

Rory being Rory, she didn't exactly know what to wear to this particular lesson. So she had just arrived at the shooting range in her sweats with her hair pulled back, and patiently waited for Luke.

[Rory's here for Luke, but open for all your gun range needs! And the contents of the conversation between Rory and Luke are NFB, please and thank you.]

defiantlyyours.livejournal.com

Number 6 was peering over the edge of the roof with a pair of field glasses, taking notes on the students passing by and jotting down suspicious behavior. He would find out which were the prisoners and which were the wardens...

[OOC: Ping to the OCD "Being Watched" thread if you want 6 to see you on the school lawn and what your character is doing as they are idly passing by. No action is too mundane for suspicion. Obviously, the roof is also open for your interactiony needs.]

ETA: [And 6 has fled the roof! OMG can't keep that up, peoples. You're all completely awesome. No new pings to 6 in the threads (I will continue his existing interactions). Roof remains open for all non-6 conversation.]

Current Mood: suspicious

auroryborealis.livejournal.com

Rory got to the common room nice and early right after Lit, and started blowing up balloons and hanging streamers.

By the time everyone would be out of class, she had the cake and snacks and drinks out as well, and there was a table to the side for presents.

Happy birthday, Bridge.

[~~Wait for OCD!~~ OCD is up. Open to all, natch. I personally won't be around for a good portion of the evening, but the birthday boy should be along later tonight.]

can_be_more

Aeryn makes her way to the gym as normal, save for the little egg baby she's carrying with her. She discovered last night that eggs kind of roll when you just leave them on a flat surface (especially with a curious DRD trying to poke at it), so she's also carrying said egg baby in a bowl cushioned with a dish towel. Because leaving it just in the bowl itself seemed kind of sad. At least she's appropriately embarrassed about this.

She puts the bowl down where she can see it, gets the gloves, and does a quick warmup before Rory arrives.

[Thread for Aeryn and Rory locked to them. Otherwise the gym is open.]

courier-gavin.livejournal.com

In a brilliant move in the name of multitasking, Jake had set up shop in the lobby. There was a poster behind him going JOIN KING ~~Ianto~~ JAKE'S CULT OF COFFEE TODAY! FREE COFFEE FOR ALL!, a sign up sheet on the table in front of him, and, naturally, an enormous supply of coffee. The Multi-media final was a go.

Jake himself was drinking coffee and shopping for Christmas presents online. He was keeping an eye out for certain people so he could switch to a totally innocent game of solitaire if they came close enough to see.

can_be_more

Aeryn's at the gym pretty early today. She's been slacking a little lately, and every once in a while you just really need to hit something just because. She goes to get the gloves from the locker, leaves them on the mat where Rory could see them, and then starts hitting the bag kind of hard as a warmup while she waits.

[For

rory__gilmore, but open. SP is love and all.]

fates_jaye

Jaye's glad to be the first one in a common room, just because it means she doesn't have to download all her TV for once. (Perfectly legally, of course.) She takes a seat right in front of the TV, grabs the remote, and completely fails to know what's on on Wednesdays anymore. She's all confused since the networks started switching things around the schedule and forgetting to appropriately advertise them. Pretty soon things'll start getting canceled. Freaking networks.

And it's best not to ask why there's a little lion sitting out on the table. Because then Jaye'll have to admit she's an idiot and there'll be flailing and no one wants that.

auroryborealis.livejournal.com

Rory woke up late on Sunday and took care of her errands before padding down to the basement in a pair of flip-flops and some boardshorts, as well as her very modest bathing suit and a towel around her neck.

She dipped a toe into the pool's water and upon finding it nice and neutrally lukewarm, she kicked off her shoes and sat on the edge to wait for Luke.

[Rory's here for Luke, but totally open for all your swimmy needs! It's an indoor pool, so fair to assume the water's fine. :D]

cameronmitchell.livejournal.com

Isabel and Cameron had managed to get the campfire going in the main area. Luckily the weather was a lot clearer than yesterday and things had remained dry. There were several containers with snacks and beverages standing along the side and there was an abundance of marshmallows for people to get through a whole weekend with.

And now it was just a matter of waiting for people to show up and recapture the cabin spirit one last time before fall and winter truly set in.

((Open like an open thing. There were posters up yesterday so there's no excuse for your character not to know about it! Unless, of course, you happen to have a stubborn one who has trouble reading stuff. Ah, aren't you blessed if you do.))

jacks-roses.livejournal.com

( Delivered to Rory Gilmore, Room 213: )

Current Mood: cheerful
Current Music: Garbage - So Like a Rose

ihatedenmark.livejournal.com

Hamlet lead the way down the stairs from the roof to the sixth floor. Somehow it seemed even emptier than usual tonight.

"Earl should be in one of these many empty rooms down here. There's currently no one else on this floor but Earl, and Mr Canute Mimir Fluffypants, and I, but try to still not make too much of a mess."

[OOC: Locked to the group from the roof.]

once-a-king.livejournal.com

The Common Room had been hung with bright streamers and different glittery signs. One big banner was across the far wall of the room saying "WE SURIVIVED" in big block letters.

There was several different varieties of food below the banner from Chinese to pizza to sandwiches to chips and dip and vegetables along with a big cake from J, GOB with a blue and yellow gremlin on it.

Music was playing, and an air of general celebration - or was it relief - pervaded the room.

[OOC: After all the parents, guardians, journey guides, and other assorted relatives and friends have left the island. Minor OCD ~~coming up~~ is up]

can_be_more

Aeryn's in the gym even earlier than usual today, due to the fact that it was the second night in a row she hasn't really slept, and there comes a point when trying to sleep becomes annoying. It's also the second week in a row she's down here beating the hell out of the punching bag.

[For

tatooine_doofus, but open. Aeryn herself is not huge on talking, though.]

swerval_zero

For Friday the thirteenth, Zero had decided to have an impromptu scary movie marathon. She set up an array of snacks, including popcorn, pizza, soda, and candy, and stacked her DVD offerings on the coffee table.

Today's movies include...

Death in a Fence
Death in a Fence 2: The Fencening
Butterflies of Hate
Bastard Fish
Sheep With Cold Ears
and
Dancing in Blood

Zero decided to start with that perennial classic, A Bunch of Losers Arguing Over Who Gets To Be Zero. It was her favorite.

auroryborealis.livejournal.com

Rory was bored, so after a quick run into town to pick up some Ching Tai to share, she made herself comfortable in the common room with all three King of the Bracelets movies and started with the first.

She was fully prepared to helpfully point out the symbolism and archetypes to anyone who seemed to be missing them.

[Open and with Chinese food yay!]

once-a-king.livejournal.com

Peter tried to make cookies. Really. He did. They just didn't...quite turn out right. Which was why he'd thrown them all away, opened the windows to let the burning smell out, and turned on the TV.

Spooky Things looked okay. And that younger brother rather reminded him of Edmund. Except much, much taller.

[OOC: Open like a Common Room is]

smartestone

There are several tables set up all around the gym, one for each club. The names of the clubs are written neatly on posterboards taped to the front of their corresponding tables. There are chairs for the club heads to sit in, clipboards for signups on every table, and enough room for flyers, brochures, or whatever someone might want to pass out to advertise their clubs.

The doors to the gym open, letting students in to the second FH club fair.

[Wait for the OCD. *braces self* OCD is up. Go play. Schedule and info here.]

lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com

It was cool and rainy, so Dawn was using her Saturday morning to do her homework--she had to read Jane Eyre and learn Dolphin by the beginning of next week. She stretched out facedown on the floor, swinging her feet above her, and humming as she listened to the radio. She nibbled occasionally on some ~~*fingerwiggle*~~ buttery toast as she read.

She was in a really good mood, homework notwithstanding.

Current Mood: busy

grenfelzer.livejournal.com

Having nothing better to do, Carmela was sprawled on a couch in the common room, channel surfing. Not so unusual.

What *was* unusual was the *way* she was doing it. The remote sat off to the side, untouched, and the TV was apparently changing channels on its own, every time Carmela said "No."

[ooc: a note about the Speech. It's in italics, and since it's the language of *everything*, your character will most likely hear whatever's being said as in their native language. If they listen especially carefully or have an ear for languages, they might be able to tell there's something unusual about it, though.]

lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com

Thanks to a laundry...incident, Dawn was wearing the t-shirt she'd borrowed from Dean after the Meerkat cabin theft, which was way too long for her, and the skirt she'd ~~stolen~~ borrowed from Buffy before she left Cleveland, which was way too short. Not unlike Buffy, come to think of it.

Just so people would think it was intentional, though, she put up a small sign, hastily written on notebook paper and stuck to the door of the common room.

HAPPY PANTSLESS FRIDAY!

In other news, she was trying to learn her domesticated canine vocabulary for class on Monday.

auroryborealis.livejournal.com

Rory sat on the couch, idly tossing Vladdie's ball straight up into the air for him to leap up and retrieve.

She also had an eye on the television screen, which was featuring something new every few minutes as Rory's attention span gave out and she changed it.

[Open, yay! Feel free to mod whatever you'd like on the TV, as she's seriously just channel surfing and it's likely to change from thread to thread.]

tatooine-doofus.livejournal.com

Luke had just settled onto a sofa to try to forget the weird guy who was teaching him Criminal Justice when he heard very strange noise coming from the air grate.

Being ~~a dumbass~~ curious, he crept over to investigate and was almost bowled over by a herd of gremlins dressed in various costumes as they raced into the common room.

One was dressed in rags, its arms extended as it squeaked "brains". Another was clad in hot pink bunny ears and was being chased by a decidedly sullen gremlin carrying a bell. Two others came out balanced on top of each other, looking a bit miniature giraffe-esque (not that Luke would know that). The one on top was wearing Secret Disguise Glasses (TM).

Luke narrowly missed getting hit by a gremlin tossing itself from the top of the doorjamb shrieking "Behooooooooold!" Its fall was broken by another gremlin wearing a tree while an additional gremlin dressed as a shrub snickered and pretended to take pictures.

Luke backed into the sofa as another group came running out of the grate covered in snowcone ice and began to line dance. They were followed by Very Angry Fairy Gremlins, three weetiny gremlins (one with a pillowcase on her head), then a dozen clad in Jello boxes and snarling.

"This is insane," Luke said.

He hadn't seen the Big Finish yet, of course.

The first gremlin came out with a brown yarn wig pulled back into a ponytail, sunglasses, a grey tank top and a Big Honkin' Gun (Really. It honked), and was followed by a gremlin wearing a non-descript suit and possessing No Facial Expressions At All. They were joined by another male-ish gremlin wearing sunglasses, then one toting a guitar, and finally one wearing a mop on her head and leather pants. Best not to ask why gremlins owned leather pants.

They held a brief conversation, then formed a kickline as the gremlin with the bell played "Little Bunny Foo Foo."

Confetti fell down over the entire production and they looked expectantly at Luke, who applauded loudly.

One gremlin reached into the grate, pulled out a sign that read "NeXT ShoW 10 MIns", flashed it at him and then disappeared.

Luke blinked, then settled in to watch it again. He wasn't quite sure he had picked up the subtle nuances the first time.

[OOC: Happy anniversary, FH! Gremlins modded with permission. Post is open like an open thing...]

Current Mood: confused

bridge-carson.livejournal.com

Bridge was, once again, adventuring. Although this time, it hadn't strictly been his idea. Rory and Anders were there too, having teamed up to get Bridge out of his room.

After a stop at the first floor stables to pick up someone who was currently stuck as a horse, they're wandering the halls, looking for other people to join in this evening's exploration.

[ooc: locked to them what know who they are.]

auroryborealis.livejournal.com

Food had been provided and was set out on a table to the side. Near it was a list of the Big Siblings/Little Siblings pairings. Also? Helpfully? There were nametags for everyone.

There were also balloons and plenty of glitter on each of the tables that had been set out so that people could socialize.

Welcome, new people.

[ooc: ~~Wait for my OCD, please.~~ OCD is up! BB/BS stuff should have been emailed to you, so the list itself is handwavey. If your character didn't sign up for it and yet is on there through the magic of being OOCly mean to our kids? Call it a paperwork mixup and run with it. They seem to happen a lot here. :D

Also, all new kids, remember that you need to check in officially in here as well as doing the fun social stuff.]

emo-padawan.livejournal.com

Anakin needed to let off some steam, so he snagged the remotes and his wipeboard from his room and headed down to the salle.

Pulling both lightsabers from the weapons lock-up, he scrawled Live Fire Workout in Progress. KNOCK BEFORE ENTERING. on the board, stuck it to the door and closed it behind him.

Then took off his outer robe ~~overdramatically~~, flipped the four remotes to life and ignited both lightsabers. Working out was better than sitting in his room and thinking.

[OOC: Open if anyone wants to watch the Jedi in his last lightsaber workout before leaving Fandom. *sniffle*]

Current Mood: crappy
Current Music: Far Away - Nickelback

emo-padawan.livejournal.com

Anakin had spent most of the day ~~brooding~~ meditating and replaying the trip to Coruscant in his mind.

The thoughts it had led to had been entirely too depressing.

That's why he had migrated up to the second floor common room and commandeered the television set.

Not that the last Space Battles prequel was any less depressing, but he could keep himself entertained by mocking the terrible technology and equally terrible dialogue.

[OOC: Open, open, open...]

Current Music: Far Away - Nickelback

peter--parker.livejournal.com

Peter wandered over to the common room and turned on the television. Nothing on, nothing on... Gelmoore Gals. Peter scoped out the surroundings. Nobody around. "Yay guilty pleasure," Peter cheered to himself. Even if somebody came over in a couple minutes, he'd probably be amused enough by the show not to care at that point.

[OOC: Open, hooray.]

emo-padawan.livejournal.com

The package he'd been waiting for from home had finally arrived. He sent a ~~handwavy~~ email to his flight workshop students, and then dragged his television down to the lobby and set it so a brilliantly lit planet floated in the center of the room. It then began cycling through a series of photographs of the planet.

He returned to his room and came back with the contents of the package: food from home. Sand cookies, pies, teas made from leaves and not random alien colons (unless you really wanted alien colon tea), candy from Alderaan and Naboo, the works.

He turned on what Obi-Wan had assured him was the latest in Coruscanti music and kicked back on the couch.

If everyone in the school couldn't come to Coruscant, he'd bring Coruscant to them.

[OOC: Open to absolutely everyone!]

bridge-carson.livejournal.com

All dried off after Scoobying that afternoon, Bridge is now curled up on a couch in the common room, watching reruns of The Amazing Sci-Fi Submarine Show¹. Because it amuses him to watch a show from over ten years ago that supposedly takes place in his time.

[ooc: 1: seaQuest DSV. also, open for great yay.]

peter--parker.livejournal.com

Peter was bored. He had a deck of cards. He decided that he was going to build a house of cards in the common room.

It wasn't going so well. He couldn't get above the first level of the house without collapsing portions of it. Maybe he could do the cheat with cutting notches. Or using glue...

"I wasn't meant to be in construction, that's obvious," he muttered to himself.

bridge-carson.livejournal.com

Bridge was sprawled on the couch, flipping through channels absently until he settles on one broadcasting a concert: Kira Ford, Live From New York.

once-a-king.livejournal.com

Peter made his way to the gym when he woke up Monday morning. He headed straight for the heavy bag. It had been far too long since he'd worked on hand-to-hand. Plus he needed to screw up his courage for further apologies.

[OOC: Open, of course]

can_be_more

Aeryn looks a little different. She's managed to pile all of the pillows in the first floor lobby onto the sofa, and is now lounging, yes, lounging. She looks bored, but expects someone to come by at any moment to entertain her. ~~Printhethes~~ Princesses locked in towers count on that sort of thing. (Even if she is on the ground floor.)

Yes, there's a little bite mark on her hand, too. Welcome back to the dorms, kids.

[If you've seen the Farscape ep "John Quixote", you know what's up. Come poke the lispy girl.

Aeryn: *HATES ME*

ETA: Aeryn's been resthcued. You can still feel free to poke her if it happens before that, but know that you're not going to succeed in helping.]

izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com

After an early morning trip to JGoB to pick up a few boxes of doughnuts, Isabel took a seat next to the Meerkat campfire and sipped her coffee, still snickering when she thought of the radio broadcast.

[ooc: Open to all.]

Current Mood: cheerful

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