ϟ FISSURES COMMUNICATIONS ϟ

Either Lindsey is out of control, or the Hub is feeling rowdy, because the lawn ornaments are running around like Alice in Wonderland on extra-strength drugs and my Star Wars action figures are having a trailer park shoutfest in wee little voices.

Fess up, McDonald! Were you pining for the time toys tried to overtake the city?

[ ooc: You too can have living toys/ornaments if you like, or have your character encounter ones in the Castle. But there's no obligation to do it. <3 ]

This is my room. But it's not my room. It's like one of those games in the magazines where you have to figure out what's different. I found at least five things different. The number one thing is Santana isn't here.

Does anyone know where Santana is? And why does it look different here?

I have decided that the cutest thing ever is Sammi and Anji curling up together. Little rottweiler puppy and a nexu cub. Which is not a t-rex, no matter what Ben or Dean says! I love my pets!

A guitarist and a keyboardist does not a band make. I'm afraid if the other girls don't show up, Kates and I are going to have to get real jobs. Gasp.

Ooh, what's this? What's happening? I haven't seen anything quite like this before. Dad would be so jealous right now. Well, until Mom glared at him!

Wait, am I going to be late for work again? Because I really promised I wouldn't be, and I meant it this time.

REENA! WHERE ARE YOU?! I CAN FEEL MYSELF GETTING INTO TROUBLE!

How'd the tour bus get to Hong Kong? I knew we should have taken that left turn at Albuquerque.