nookiepowered: (thinking (thoughtful))
8/11/2012: Impossibly hot fake sisters (Leo and...Bitsy)
8/25/2012: Don't ask about the antlers (Derek Hale, Kenzi)
9/8/2012: Tina is not Bitsy (Guy, Phil Coulson, Carl Kolchak)
9/22/2012: A HORSE. (Bayanai, Kenzi, Kitty, Toby, Tyrion)
9/29/2012: Impossibly not fake sisters (Bitsy)
10/6/2012: Impossibly not getting not fake sisters' numbers (Tiny)
10/8 & 10/14/2012: Fall Break (Mitchell)
10/20/2012: Little people, big milkshakes (Jack Priest, Kenzi, Max Blum, Toby, Savannah, Mike Lane, Laurie Keller)
10/27/2012: Pre-Halloween
11/17/2012: I also do cross-stitch (Jaina, Pinkie Pie, Navaan)
nookiepowered: (negative (bitch freaking please))
Finding someone sitting in her chair when she arrived at her office was not exactly the kind of shock that would make Bo drop her coffee or anything.

Spinning the chair around to see not the expected tiny goth chick, but a doll, was...

Still not so much of a shock. Especially given the type of doll it was.

"Hi-laaaaaaaarious, Madrox!" Bo called over her shoulder, poking her head out the open door but seeing only an empty hallway. (Though after last weekend, she supposed there were a number of lightly-teased possible culprits who might want to get a bit of their own back.)

Then the back massage function switched on by itself, Bo turned around to find the chair spinning in circles, and what do you know, she needed to go buy a new coffee.

After she pulled the knife out of her boot and stabbed the thing in the head until it deflated, as you do.
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[OOC: Establishy. Link is... ahem. INGVAR DOESN'T KNOW WHAT IT'S FOR HE JUST THINKS IT LOOKS PRETTY OK?]
nookiepowered: (surprise (the hell?))
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, God, what did I drink?" was Bo's first question slash blanket-muffled moan. Though surprisingly that was mostly about how exhausted she was - no hangover to speak of. The taste in her mouth, though... "What did I eat?"

Bo really, really, really hoped, as the events of the weekend tried to crawl back into her conscious memory, that she was asking those questions out loud because she could sense someone's chi nearby, and not because she was going to have to change the pronoun in the previous question to who.

[OOC: for a slightly less wee guest!]
nookiepowered: (surprise (the hell?))
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, God, what did I drink?" was Bo's first question slash blanket-muffled moan. Though surprisingly that was mostly about how exhausted she was - no hangover to speak of. The taste in her mouth, though... "What did I eat?"

Bo really, really, really hoped, as the events of the weekend tried to crawl back into her conscious memory, that she was asking those questions out loud because she could sense someone's chi nearby, and not because she was going to have to change the pronoun in the previous question to who.

[OOC: for a slightly less wee guest!]

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