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WTFH, Friday
Friday, November 13th, 2015 12:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
suitably_heroicGood morning, Fandom. Don't expect me to be cheery, because I've got a colossal headache right now.
*chittering*
Nobody likes you, Leroy.
Anyway, let's make this quick, I'm apparently going to be running around some wasteland for the better part of the next few days, so I need my painkiller time. My Hostile World class talked about fear and what it does with you. Then I asked a bunch of you contrary teenagers about what you do when you're afraid - throw knives, apparently - and how to manage it.
In the dorms, April made apple beignets and then fell asleep. None of you took advantage of the free food, which I'm not sure is commendable or stupid.
Hardison was doing something - probably slicing - on his laptop at the Diner, when Eliot showed up to talk about some guy called the Butcher. Can I have 'names to run away from really fast' for 200? ... I've been watching a lot of game shows lately. Edward was being productive by practicing his writing at the Post Office, while Cara was amused that Tino had spiked the drinks with-- okay, you know what? I'm not drinking at Caritas anymore when you're on staff, Cara.
Allie watched some lecture while hanging out near the coffee at the Perk - weird - when Cliff stopped by to tell her Kitty was alive and since when was that in question?!
*chittering*
No! Why don't you ever tell me anything useful? This was stuff I would have liked to know!
*more chittering*
Of course I don't listen to the radio when I'm off-island! I get shot at! I have better things to think about!
*chittering*
Oh, shut your pipes, Leroy.
Can I get a pair of those shock gloves, Jess? Just for, uh, totally good guy purposes. Yep.
... anyway.
*click*
*chittering*
Nobody likes you, Leroy.
Anyway, let's make this quick, I'm apparently going to be running around some wasteland for the better part of the next few days, so I need my painkiller time. My Hostile World class talked about fear and what it does with you. Then I asked a bunch of you contrary teenagers about what you do when you're afraid - throw knives, apparently - and how to manage it.
In the dorms, April made apple beignets and then fell asleep. None of you took advantage of the free food, which I'm not sure is commendable or stupid.
Hardison was doing something - probably slicing - on his laptop at the Diner, when Eliot showed up to talk about some guy called the Butcher. Can I have 'names to run away from really fast' for 200? ... I've been watching a lot of game shows lately. Edward was being productive by practicing his writing at the Post Office, while Cara was amused that Tino had spiked the drinks with-- okay, you know what? I'm not drinking at Caritas anymore when you're on staff, Cara.
Allie watched some lecture while hanging out near the coffee at the Perk - weird - when Cliff stopped by to tell her Kitty was alive and since when was that in question?!
*chittering*
No! Why don't you ever tell me anything useful? This was stuff I would have liked to know!
*more chittering*
Of course I don't listen to the radio when I'm off-island! I get shot at! I have better things to think about!
*chittering*
Oh, shut your pipes, Leroy.
Can I get a pair of those shock gloves, Jess? Just for, uh, totally good guy purposes. Yep.
... anyway.
*click*