![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
l1ttle_billy's Friends PageLog in Create a LiveJournal Account Learn more
| You are viewing l1ttle_billy's Friends Page Log in Create a LiveJournal Account Learn more | Explore LJ: Life Entertainment Music Culture News & Politics Technology |
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/syndicated.gif){kind=small}
fandomweather)
thatsamilkshake)
Yes, that includes tomatoes even though they're really a fruit. On Tuesday the 10th, vegetables throughout Fandom -- except in the dorms -- will be infected by oleracea carnivora, the 24-Hour Man-Eating Vegetable Flu. Symptoms include growing teeth, growing an attitude, growing as big as your average footstool, and moddable HUNGER FOR YOUR FLESH.
They can be dispatched with whatever weapons you might have handy, be it sword, club, crossbow or Mixmaster 2000, but prepare to be covered in sticky, seedy mess when they explode on you after squishing or puncturing, and watch out for the regular-sized ones too - they can gang up on you!
The Kwik-Stop isn't safe. The cafeteria isn't safe. Even the streets of Fandom aren't safe, because what was that noise behind you? Is that an eggplant rolling after you down the sidewalk, gibbering as it goes?
(Questions, comments, anachronistic fruit?)
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small}
fandom_radiorocksthescarf)
Chuck: Hello, Fandom.
Lois: Hiya, guys!
Chuck: I'm bored already so lets get this over with.
Lois: Aren't we cheerful tonight?
Chuck: Weren't you the one yelling at a squirrel when I came in?
Lois: He groped me.
Chuck: Who hasn't?
( Touche, Chuckles, touche )
fandomweather)
bitch_prince)All right.
Arthur had figured out the 'DVD player'. He had. He couldn't get it to stop blinking all the zeroes, but at least he knew how to use it.
He had wrangled JGoB into sending him another delivery of pastries. He had a pitcher of water. And he was now sprawled on the bed in a way that implied he hadn't bothered to put any time into this at all, belying the time he had actually put into this.
All set. Nothing could go wrong.
[[ for the flyin' ears ]]
laceycantlie)There was a new palletload of Beaver Buzz energy drinks today -- someone must have thought Lacey wanted more of them, to go with the natural sodas. And they wouldn't take them back, either, for reasons that had something, vaguely, to do with customs, or at least that was the story Lacey got out of the woman on the other end of the line. So there they were, cases of the stuff, should any poor addicted souls thirsty students care to avail themselves of it.
Lacey Burrows, caffeine pusher. The editor of the Dog River Howler probably felt vindicated.
bitch_prince)Sure, Dinah had cancelled her training for the day due to some trip or another, but ahaha if you thought that meant Arthur wasn't going to be in the salle that morning anyway, sword in hand, mail weighing him down enough to put some good strain on his muscles. He was making clear strikes with it again, stuck in a rather more advanced attacking drill.
Nothing upset or particularly upbeat about it. Just... moving.
[[ open salle as always ]]
fandomweather)
heromaniac)
Momoko had finished her homework and letters home and was now on page three of the Netflix search results. She had a few choices marked but wasn't sure which of them would be a good choice to download for tomorrow. She clicked through absently, keeping an occasional eye on Moshi, since the door was open. She had no idea why, but he seemed to understand he wasn't supposed to leave the room when she was there. He did, however, like to run to the door and stare whenever anyone passed by.
[door open, post open.]
fandomweather)
fandomweather)
fandomweather)
repeterpetrelli)
Kirby Plaza. Peter had drawn it and dreamt it so often he felt he knew every inch of it by heart. It gave him an advantage in knowing a good spot for Isabel to hide so Sylar wouldn't find her. However it didn't help him know where Sylar was, if anywhere.
"I'm gonna feel really stupid if I got the date wrong," Peter muttered, mostly to himself.
"The date's right," Sylar said, suddenly appearing behind Peter. With a flick of his hand he TKed Peter across the plaza. "You're a little early with the time."
( And then they got into it )
[ooc: for thems who know who they are... and who are mentioned in the tags, frankly]
icecoldfrost)It was a bit chilly out, but that didn't really deter Emma. She actually sort of liked fall, with the wind and the leaves, especially now that she didn't have to worry about finding a place to sleep once it got cold.
She let her lungs fill with smoke before exhaling, glancing down at the latest assignment for her AP Algebra course. It was nights like this that made her wonder why she'd agreed to the extra work of distance-classes in the first place. She could be out at the bar, but no, she had more homework to do.
Maybe if she was lucky, someone would show up and give her an excuse to ignore her numbers for a bit.
[Open roof is open! Distract me from the impending Monday!]
fantastic_torch)
It was another lazy Sunday evening and Johnny sought to keep it that way by channel surfing. Nothing much on to catch his interest, but he had popcorn so it was something.
Maybe he'd torch Ben's pillow later. That was something too. The look on his face would no doubt be better than popcorn.
[[ NFB due to distance. Open for phone calls, texts, whathaveyou :) ETA: OMG I <3 you person who has made me nearly ded with LOL! ]]
fandomweather)
fabulous_secret)"Oh Tino, don't you just love this movie," Adora sighed, leaning on the counter and staring adoringly at the television screen. "I hope it ends happily with a shared kiss!"
Tino responded with a pathetic cough, his forehead smushed against the bar and his eyelids fluttering in exhaustion. Someone shouldn't have come to work tonight. The draw of boobs was obviously too great to keep him away.
"The prince so wants to marry the strong and dynamic student, and yet, his accented family doesn't approve of his choice!" Another sigh. "These are the evenings I miss my prince. Do you have a special friend, Tino? One to have the sex with?"
The only answer she got was snoring. Adora smiled over at the bartender, feeling sorry for him as she draped a bar towel over his shoulders. "Sleep now, friend. I shall do the work tonight."
1petrelli1)
Nathan was scheduled to give a speech accepting his Congressional win. He wondered how many of his fellow Congressmen had to deal with the possibility of their cities being blown up when they took office.
Well okay, probably more than one but even still.
Angela brushed her hand over Nathan's shoulders, getting rid of any bits of lint. "This has been a long time coming. It's a shame your father isn't here to see you become the leader you were born to be."
"Do you think Pop would've liked the part where I get the job thanks to my own brother's death?" Nathan asked, even though he suspected the answer.
"Thanks to his time in Fandom, Peter will heal," Angela reminded him, as though this were merely a minor detail. "He'll survive."
Nathan didn't think forcing Peter to live in a world where he was personally responsible for the death of half the city could really be called 'surviving' but he also didn't think that their mother cared about such nuances. "Guess that's everything settled then, huh?"
Angela stepped back and gestured towards where the stage and podium had been set up for Nathan to make his speech. "All that's left is for you to do your part."
"Exactly," Nathan replied.
fandomweather)
current mood: pissed off
Momoko was still online reviewing movie choices when the radio broadcast came on. She gave a cheer when she heard that Hurley's girlfriend was back but got confused when her name was mentioned. She knew the radio often got stuff wrong, but she had no idea what that term he'd used even meant. She opened a new tab and googled for a definition...
"WHAT?! Oh my... I WASN'T DOING THAT AT ALL! WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT?" Moshi ran to hide under the bed as she opened the window and stuck her head out. "CHUCK BASS YOU ARE A PERVERT!"
She was still fuming, though, and grabbed a marker, tape, and some paper, heading down the hall. She wrote on the paper in large letters, in both English and Japanese (just in case), taping it to the door of room 314: 'CHUCK BASS IS A LIAR AND A PERVERT AND I WOULD NEVER DO THAT!'
She stared a moment at the sign then nodded, stomped back to her room, and slammed her door.
[establishy, sign posted on door with permission :)]