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[Oct. 14th, 2007|09:08 pm] |
"After a series of events, you now have a horse. What do you do with it?" Methos asks, and yes, there is a horse following Methos. "Also, any ideas for horses names or should I just calling him Horse?" |
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[Oct. 13th, 2007|12:02 pm] |
Here is a man who is on the verse of a complete mental and nervous breakdown from being In Charge. Sometimes. Sometimes, he enjoys it. It's about 75/25. Today, it's the former more than the latter.
"Replacing all the hot water with boiling blue jello, good punishment or not?" |
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[Sep. 30th, 2007|03:07 pm] |
Mohinder is not really familiar with the concept of hopscotch. As such, he's rather confused by the pink-and-blue chalk drawings on the Nexus floor, but not enough to avoid stepping on them on his way to the nearest portal back to Chennai. His foot lands squarely in the middle of a pink number 6.
And now he's even more confused, but mostly just because the Nexus is no place for a tiny kindergartener. Everything is considerably too big for him, and he's supposed to be in class right now, and what will Father say if he hears Mohinder wasn't in class? This is a Very Big Dilemma.
He shields his eyes and looks up at the sign. He has to tilt his head so far back to do it that he nearly falls over backwards.
The sign is large and friendly-looking, and strangely comforting in a way, and Mohinder always tends to have a lot of questions about everything. He ponders this very seriously.
"How bad does a person have to be to go to hell when they die?"
[OOC: This is the beginning of an LOL. The hopscotch courts aren't going anywhere, so if you too want a chance to play a tinypup, by all means, go ahead!] |
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[Sep. 22nd, 2007|08:37 pm] |
What sort of thing are you best at? Worst at? |
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[Sep. 22nd, 2007|10:29 am] |
She was talking on her cell as she stepped into the Nexus, one hand digging through the chic purse that she carried as she shrugged her notebook case higher on her shoulder.
Then she stopped short and absently closed the phone, a line appearing between her brows as she took in her surroundings and the sign.
A moment passed, and then she shrugged. "Has anyone got change for an American twenty?" |
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