Jan. 29th, 2011
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Jan. 29th, 2011 07:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
smallgayjewDespite having been pulled out from that one P.E. class to give Irwin some time with them, Felix clearly still thinks the Oxbridge crew needs a bit of galvanizing, because three times a week they're still shuffled into the changing rooms and then to the gym for an hour and a half of pointless running and climbing and jumping and kicking and throwing...
Or maybe that's just Posner's opinion.
At any rate, he prefers it on days when P.E. comes last. It means he can take his time after. He can dither and loiter until most of the other boys have gone, and he won't be distracted in the shower, trying not to look, despite the fact he has most of their bodies memorized already.
Today, though, as he heads for what should be the changing rooms after having let Mr. Wilkes talk to him about why he should look to St. Paul as an example of a fine athlete, he pushes the door open and steps into the bar.
"Bollocks."
Looking over his shoulder, he sees the door he came through swing shut and disappear.
"Fuck..."
He tugs a bit at the (really rather short) white shorts he's wearing uncomfortably and makes his way to the bar.
Or maybe that's just Posner's opinion.
At any rate, he prefers it on days when P.E. comes last. It means he can take his time after. He can dither and loiter until most of the other boys have gone, and he won't be distracted in the shower, trying not to look, despite the fact he has most of their bodies memorized already.
Today, though, as he heads for what should be the changing rooms after having let Mr. Wilkes talk to him about why he should look to St. Paul as an example of a fine athlete, he pushes the door open and steps into the bar.
"Bollocks."
Looking over his shoulder, he sees the door he came through swing shut and disappear.
"Fuck..."
He tugs a bit at the (really rather short) white shorts he's wearing uncomfortably and makes his way to the bar.
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Jan. 29th, 2011 09:56 pmalotofgood[ oom:
April 10, 1976.
In which the Gryffindors are tired of these mother-effing snakes on this mother-effing train.
Or — there is the defending of a great many people's honour and James Potter fails to be subtle, to no one's surprise. ]
April 10, 1976.
In which the Gryffindors are tired of these mother-effing snakes on this mother-effing train.
Or — there is the defending of a great many people's honour and James Potter fails to be subtle, to no one's surprise. ]
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Jan. 29th, 2011 10:06 pmshuftiThere are a lot of coughing and sneezing people around here. Shufti isn't one of them, but she is watching out for them.
She already hustled a bizarre-haired student upstairs, for maliciously sneezing snot at people. He decided that it was marginally preferable to being arrested and quarantined.
She's now back downstairs, keeping an eye on everyone else, with her Security badge on show.
She already hustled a bizarre-haired student upstairs, for maliciously sneezing snot at people. He decided that it was marginally preferable to being arrested and quarantined.
She's now back downstairs, keeping an eye on everyone else, with her Security badge on show.
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Jan. 29th, 2011 10:23 pmcat_wth_panache[oom: An adventure begins]
The front door opens to a sandy beach, blue skies, roaring waves, sunken ship in the background, and a miserable looking feline.
Puss steps in shivering, boots squelching, and fur dripping.
He pulls in a relieved breath when he sees where he's at, and heads straight for the counter.
"Warm milk, por favor."
The front door opens to a sandy beach, blue skies, roaring waves, sunken ship in the background, and a miserable looking feline.
Puss steps in shivering, boots squelching, and fur dripping.
He pulls in a relieved breath when he sees where he's at, and heads straight for the counter.
"Warm milk, por favor."
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Jan. 29th, 2011 10:33 pmfiery_ringCarlotta is outside, practicing her acrobatics. She's been too tired to do it lately, but things are starting to look up. Evacuee kid one has suddenly decided she might try getting on a horse. Evacuee kid two was bragging to her new classmates at St Clare's about her refusal to help with the horses, and as a result, half a dozen of them volunteered.
Maybe soon the war will be over, and she can get back to the circus.
She does a series of flips across the grass.
Maybe soon the war will be over, and she can get back to the circus.
She does a series of flips across the grass.
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Jan. 29th, 2011 11:01 pmcorruptnconquerHaving his mun take an extended vacation has left one Megabyte to his own devices.
It involved taking stock of his surroundings and almost finding out the hard way that the door leads back to the Web for him.
Yeah that's enough to make any self-respecting virus ... spend his time doing other things. Like taking stock of the place. Or something.
Never mind all that. The narrative is rather tired from trying to get a Honchkrow up to level 100. It's exhausting.
And what happened during the holiday has no bearing on the fact that there is a Megabyte in the bar, evilly observing the patrons as they go by.
He has a very unnerving stare, y'see...
It involved taking stock of his surroundings and almost finding out the hard way that the door leads back to the Web for him.
Yeah that's enough to make any self-respecting virus ... spend his time doing other things. Like taking stock of the place. Or something.
Never mind all that. The narrative is rather tired from trying to get a Honchkrow up to level 100. It's exhausting.
And what happened during the holiday has no bearing on the fact that there is a Megabyte in the bar, evilly observing the patrons as they go by.
He has a very unnerving stare, y'see...
At some point..
Jan. 29th, 2011 11:01 pmcommand_dot_com[OOM: At some point, you have to lay your data on the spreadsheet.
If only to see their facades break.]
Tonight, Dot strides in, looking halfway between being tired, and like the cat got into the cream. And for half a second it looks like she's going to the Bar proper for a drink, until she spots someone watching the crowd.
One could be fascinated in the way her face melts from smug to nearly mad rage, for all of the next half second they get to see it, before she stalks back to her door and slams it behind her.
If only to see their facades break.]
Tonight, Dot strides in, looking halfway between being tired, and like the cat got into the cream. And for half a second it looks like she's going to the Bar proper for a drink, until she spots someone watching the crowd.
One could be fascinated in the way her face melts from smug to nearly mad rage, for all of the next half second they get to see it, before she stalks back to her door and slams it behind her.
Happy Hour
Jan. 29th, 2011 11:21 pmbaptizemyselfThere's a nervous looking woman stood behind the bar chalking up the specials on the board.
