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July 22nd, 2008

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Joke is Good
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March 22nd, 2008

Ed fumbled drunkenly for his keys, further hindered by the way Nana had draped herself over his back. "Y'sure you can't walk?," he asked, repeatedly trying and failing to fit the key into the lock.

March 18th, 2008

Willow couldn't help the satisfied grin that spread over her face as she took a step back to admire her work. The lounge of the apartment building had been dingy and covered with dirt, but now it was clean and... very green. She had streamers hung over every surface and balloons tied to chairs, and across the wall was a large banner that she had painted "HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY" on in wide green letters.

At first she had been tempted to try and decorate with her magic, but when she had tried with the first package of streamers, it had exploded into green confetti and gotten everywhere. So she gave up and did it the natural way, and an hour later, everything was ready.

Even the food was festive, from the cake she had made to the toothpicks sticking out of the cheese on the platter of food. She had bought some cookies as well, and they were sitting next to the plastic hats she had provided. Of course, no St. Patrick's Day party was complete without green beer, but Willow had also provided a bowl of punch she had tinted green, just in case.

March 14th, 2008

John stormed back into the lab at 2:15. He went to the class McKay told him about, sat in a back corner, made himself as unnoticeable as possible in a classroom.

And his careful planning was ruined when it became apparent that there were six kids in the class and there was no way Ackermann wouldn't notice him, especially if he recognized his face from the hall.

But he was still going to try and stay, except then Ackermann looked at him and raised an eyebrow like he knew something and so John slouched out while muttering something about it being the wrong classroom.

He was going to kill McKay. That wasn't funny.

"McKay!" he shouted. "What the fuck?!"

March 13th, 2008

Technically speaking, Nana loved a good joke just as much as the next person. Especially when she wasn't the one on the bad end of the joke. And, you know, she got the whole karma thing, what goes around comes around, all that. She just never realized that sometimes, when shit comes back around, it kicks you hard. In the ass.

So there she was, her arms loaded down with paper sacks of groceries that were mostly beer and cigarettes (she was 21, what else could a girl want?), her foot kicking out against her door as she yelled.

"Roxas!" She cried, her cigarette pinched between her teeth. Ohhh, she'd kill him if that bastard made her drop it, too. "Open the damn door!" Another kick, and she grinned when her boot left a dent in the wood. "I'll kick this piece of crap down, you asshole, and then you'll have to worry about that freak with the penis sign sneaking in to molest you in your sleep!"

She got no response, other than the sound of Roxas laughing at her, and she glowered at the door. "That's it!" She yelled, taking another swipe at the door with her foot. "You don't get any of the beer I bought, you jackass! And we'll see how much you like it when... when I..." She trailed off into another cry of annoyance and turned from door, bending strangely to bring her hand to her mouth and pull her cigarette from her lips.

"Asshole," she muttered, flicking the ash onto the carpet and glaring at the door. 

March 11th, 2008

John took a sip of coffee as he wandered onto NYU's campus. He hadn't ended up there on purpose, really, but once he realized he was in the area, he figured it wouldn't hurt to see what the college kids were doing.

Plus, he was bored. And he wanted to know what his roommate was doing that was so ~*~classified~*~. It figured that a student working for the government would end up living in a building plastered with anti-war graffiti, inside and out.

And by "figured" he meant "really fucking odd".

It wasn't hard to find the physics building - a group of girls with long braided hair pointed him in the right direction. Once inside, he wandered around, poking his head into each door he passed and sometimes stopping for a moment if a lecture seemed particularly interesting.

When he found someone walking through the hall who looked more like a professor than a student, he jogged to catch up. "Hi, I'm looking for Rodney McKay? I, uh," he looked down at his half-empty coffee cup for a moment, "I brought him coffee."

The man peered at him suspiciously. "Are you an undergrad? I don't recognize you."

John almost took a sip of his coffee, but caught himself in time to make it look like a gesture to the college around him. "Here? Oh, no. I'm Rodney's roommate. His directions were kind of vague when he called."

"Oh," the man said, and John had the distinct, uncomfortable feeling that Rodney spent the morning complaining about him. "Brian Ackermann."

"John Sheppard."

"I'm headed to the lab where Rodney's working. I'll let you in."

"Thanks." John grinned and followed the man through the halls.

March 10th, 2008

Arrival Post

Marianne was glad that she'd only brought the one suitcase with her - she'd have had a much more difficult time getting to her new home if she'd had big trunks or anything like that, and ease of travel was worth more than a large wardrobe.  This lightly packed, she could go anywhere, free as a cloud or a leaf on a breeze.  That was what was important.

She'd only let herself pack six of her large Turkish silk scarves, because she needed more room for the Beardsley and Toulouse-Lautrec prints, but they would still look lovely when they were draped over ... well, one could be draped over a lamp when she'd found a shade to go over the bare bulb, and two could go over chairs, and another on the bed, and the other two would eventually find a place somewhere.  And they would look so good when they did.  Luckily, there were nails sticking out of the wall in various places for the prints - a little erratically placed, but that actually made the effect better.  Randomness was the beauty of the universe.

Hmm.  The room couldn't have been much larger than the one she'd shared with Ellie back home, but it was still very blank.  Aside from the scarves and prints, Marianne had brought only a couple of extra skirts and a sweater for when the weather went colder, as well as her guitar; she was wearing all of the necklaces, bracelets, and anklets that she had, and she'd already exchanged her left-over ten pounds into twenty-four dollars, which were secured in the leather pouch at her waist.  After putting her hands on her hips and looking about the room for more things to do, she tugged the two extra scarves over the bent curtain rods and stood back.  Maybe if she found some old clothes, Ellie could make them into ...

Ellie wasn't there.  Ellie would probably not find her, assuming she looked, because there was a whole ocean between them.

Well, Marianne wasn't going to write to her until she was completely settled in and independent.  She already was independent!  She'd got to New York, hadn't she?  This was what life was about - making a way in the world, living an individual life, being herself!  Feeling very satisfied with this train of thought, she picked up her guitar and went to sit on the front stoop to practise, and perhaps to add joy to the universe.

March 8th, 2008

Bored at work

She had to stop staying out so late on patrol. Seven years on a Hellmouth had thrown her off; everywhere wouldn't be so chock full of evil as Sunnydale had been. She really just had to accept that, obviously.

Buffy yawned, again, and slumped down into one of the empty booths at the diner, resting her chin in one of her hands and occasionally sipping at her own coffee. Thank god most people in this neighborhood didn't start stumbling out of bed until later in the day. She didn't get any tips this way, but generally they were even more broke than she was, so it's not like she'd make a lot in tips anyway.

March 6th, 2008

intro - open

Rodney hunched over his desk as Ackermann went past his office door. For a precious moment he thought he'd gotten away with it; he straightened up with a sigh and turned back to his books.

Then Ackermann stuck his head in and said, "Rodney? What are you doing here this late?"

So Rodney had to pack up, grumbling all the while, while his thesis advisor stood watch to make sure he left.

"I'll see you tomorrow," Ackermann said gently as he pushed Rodney out of the doors to the Physics building. Rodney sighed when he heard the doors lock behind him. There was nothing for it; he started the long walk home.
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