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Semi-ooc: Linkdrop of Doom!
May. 11th, 2007 12:43 amTags:
Room 418, Thursday morning
Mar. 22nd, 2007 12:34 pmThis time, if someone were to peek over Door's shoulder, they'd see her finishing up ( the lamest linkdrop ever. )
They'd be especially bored, if they did, though.
Every so often she glances distrustfully at a row of socks tacked to the bulletin-board behind her desk with pencils. They're not moving, no, but they might.
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[OOC: Open like a not-closed item.]
They'd be especially bored, if they did, though.
Every so often she glances distrustfully at a row of socks tacked to the bulletin-board behind her desk with pencils. They're not moving, no, but they might.
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[OOC: Open like a not-closed item.]
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Room 418, Thursday morning
Feb. 15th, 2007 10:26 amAfter sleeping in yesterday and then doing nothing more strenuous than talking to Aly and leaving a gift for Faithful (indeed she's done nothing more strenuous this week than go to class, join a few clubs and play charades) -- Door's found herself awake unreasonably early for a day when she has no classes. So she's cleaning up her notes for music (not that she has many besides 'get the mouth parts right' and 'don't remind the judges of relatives they don't like'), Defensce Against Malicious Magics and Driver's Education.
That takes sadly less time than she thought it would, and makes her sadly less sleepy than she hoped it would, so she peeks her head out into the hall to see if anyone's made something delicious-smelling in the common room this morning. Instead, she finds something hanging from the doorknob.
"...Seely? Why did someone leave a worm-scarf full of candy on our door?"
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[For the roomie, but open for visitors after.]
That takes sadly less time than she thought it would, and makes her sadly less sleepy than she hoped it would, so she peeks her head out into the hall to see if anyone's made something delicious-smelling in the common room this morning. Instead, she finds something hanging from the doorknob.
"...Seely? Why did someone leave a worm-scarf full of candy on our door?"
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[For the roomie, but open for visitors after.]
Room 418, Tuesday morning, before classes
Jan. 23rd, 2007 09:52 amDoor's studying for Driver's Education. She's not debating whether putting Seely's things in the hallway is actually more trouble than he's worth. She's not that petty.
Mostly. Even if she probably did build up enough good karma last week by helping to find and rescue Bridge and Z, that she can afford a little pettiness.
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[OOC: For Teh No Longer Drunk Or Irish Roomie]
Mostly. Even if she probably did build up enough good karma last week by helping to find and rescue Bridge and Z, that she can afford a little pettiness.
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[OOC: For Teh No Longer Drunk Or Irish Roomie]
Room 418, afternoon
Jan. 17th, 2007 03:29 pmDoor doesn't brood, despite the fact that lying on your bed with your chin on your hands staring at nothing might look like brooding. It's a waste of time, doesn't make things better and it certainly doesn't make you feel better when you're unhappy.
But what's been -- aside from a certain best-forgotten adventure in the library -- a ( great week ) fetched up on a sour note last night.
It bothers her, this idea of losing a sense you've had since you were tiny. She can imagine being dead more easily -- too easily -- than she can imagine being ... blinded, like that. Yet she keeps trying to wrap her mind around it, and that bothers her too, but there's got to be a reason for it.
So it's not brooding. It's productive. She just doesn't know what it's producing yet.
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But what's been -- aside from a certain best-forgotten adventure in the library -- a ( great week ) fetched up on a sour note last night.
It bothers her, this idea of losing a sense you've had since you were tiny. She can imagine being dead more easily -- too easily -- than she can imagine being ... blinded, like that. Yet she keeps trying to wrap her mind around it, and that bothers her too, but there's got to be a reason for it.
So it's not brooding. It's productive. She just doesn't know what it's producing yet.
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connernotconnor, lest my brain go splodey. You wouldn't want that all over your friendslist. Icky icky ptang, no.]
