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Room 324, Thursday Evening
Dec. 16th, 2010 08:45 pmKate was in her Princess Valhalla costume, again, for an appointment she'd set up already a week ago. With Dark Nihilist, this time, although it didn't matter much. Even though there weren't all that many guys she'd talked to, they all kind of blurred together, one geek to the next.
This appointment had taken some preparing, though. She'd spent a good portion of the day blowing up balloons in all the colors of the rainbow, and now they were strewn about the room, all ready for what she was about to do to them.
She did one last check-up on the room, making sure the door was locked and the curtains drawn and the squirrels bribed. And then she went over to her computer to accept the incoming chat request.
( Oh, canon. )
Some time later, the screen on her laptop had been pushed down, her helmet was on the desk, and she was picking up balloon remains from the floor. Feeling a little dazed, she wondered what to do about all the unpopped balloons still in the room.
Somehow the sight of them was making her feel a little queasy.
[ooc: Everything under the cut is NFB, thank you! Also, warning again for a teenager engaging in pornography, and this is a little NWS as well. Still taken with tweakage from USoT S02E08.
ICly open just for that one unfortunate guy and drama, but there is an OOC thread for anyone wishing to join me in facepalming over everything. Up early for timezones and all that stuff.]
This appointment had taken some preparing, though. She'd spent a good portion of the day blowing up balloons in all the colors of the rainbow, and now they were strewn about the room, all ready for what she was about to do to them.
She did one last check-up on the room, making sure the door was locked and the curtains drawn and the squirrels bribed. And then she went over to her computer to accept the incoming chat request.
( Oh, canon. )
Some time later, the screen on her laptop had been pushed down, her helmet was on the desk, and she was picking up balloon remains from the floor. Feeling a little dazed, she wondered what to do about all the unpopped balloons still in the room.
Somehow the sight of them was making her feel a little queasy.
[ooc: Everything under the cut is NFB, thank you! Also, warning again for a teenager engaging in pornography, and this is a little NWS as well. Still taken with tweakage from USoT S02E08.
ICly open just for that one unfortunate guy and drama, but there is an OOC thread for anyone wishing to join me in facepalming over everything. Up early for timezones and all that stuff.]
