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I Love the Smell of Burning Polyester (Kenzi)
Oh Paintball Hell, No
So Long, Man-Candy (Herc)
Welcome Picnic (Kenzi)
...Ratnipples? (Sherlock Holmes, Trick, the Librarian, Yakko Warner)
Not a Pony WHEEEEEEE (Callie, Tyrion, Kitty, the Librarian, Mitchell)
Oh Tiny Ringo, NO. (Tiny)
50 Shades of IMMA CUT U TINY (Kenzi, Loki, the Librarian, Tiny)
Go DUCK piss. (Mitchell)
A Nice Night in Honolulu Heights (Mitchell, George, Nina, and God knows where Annie is)
Angry Olives (Jaina)

Saturday's weirdness? It hadn't exactly gone away, but it had died down a bit when Bo hermited herself up in her own place for a few days. Enough that she could talk sanely to insane people and while the delivery guy from Pizza Planet stumbled away muttering about the best tip ever, he was still conscious and vertical at the time, so it counted as a win.

So... maybe it was safe to try venturing out? She had to come into work sometime, after all, and things were still kind of...warm, but not out of control when she stepped out the door into the street.

One walk to school through the oh, so fresh air and twelve sneezes later, she'd found out the answer to that the hard way.

Which was why it was Bo who stumbled now -- out of the janitor's closet.

From behind her came the shuffle-scrape-THUD of someone doing the first three steps of a soft-shoe before giving up and collapsing to the floor with a faint but not unhappy groan.

"Don't you judge me. Don't you DARE judge me!" she stammered defensively to... an empty hallway.

Right. Okay. She'd get to her office eventually, but right now she'd just stay here and hold up this wall for a minute or an hour or two. Until she figured out why, even buzzing with energy as she was now, Bo was still hungry.

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[OOC: Highly likely to be some flavor of NWS. Expecting two, but open to random encounters of the polleny variety! Though for the sake of not juggling logistics, let's OOCly limit the unexpected to people it's safe to have random polleny encounters with.]

Current Mood: dsadfshtdg

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?]

Current Mood: WTF

It was one of those days.

Not one of Those Days, thank God; Bo had two of everything she was supposed to have two of and none of everything she was supposed to have none of and she wasn't singing or standing on a crate to make milkshakes.

It was just one of those days when, three days after finding out the hard way that using Tiny as a barometer of drink-strength was only slightly smarter than kissing a fish, she was sitting in her office, going through her e-mail, and finding out the harder way that no one should let her near a computer on Saturday nights.

"I signed up for what?"

Hi, theboobsthingwasatypo!

Welcome to the best dating site in the multiverse! We know you're anxious to start using the site and checking out our kabillions of active users.

Our matching system is the best in the business...

Facedesk.

[C'est open!]

Current Mood: .....

Why I Hate Gremlins, By Bo Jones, Age 29 (Jake, Jono, Hercules, Kenzi)
Portalocity ... kind of doesn't suck? (Trick)
Mitchell's Place (...Guess)
Grownup Pyjama Party At Caritas (Kitty, Herc, Jono, Cindy)

Three-Minute Dates: Steve, Herc, Alex, Columbus, Guy
Aftermath: Kenzi and Alex, Guy
WELL THAT WENT WELL. (Guy)

Welcome Picnic (Claudia, Hercules, Dick, Kenzi, Guy, Hermione)
Checking Up In (Mitchell)
The Devil's Nest (Kenzi)

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