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2010
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11
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05:59 pm
Current Mood:
sick
Current Location:
OTA
Current Music:
Again, RL begets RP
Entry tags:
roleplay
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[Sneezing uncontrollably]
I HATE BEING SICK!
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phasing-cat.livejournal.com
2010-11-04 11:59 pm (UTC)
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No, you don't. You just feel like you do.
[shouts for someone to bring them more juice]
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open-flame.livejournal.com
2010-11-05 02:29 pm (UTC)
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[that's the nice thing about black suits, they bring things when you yell at them]
I want some of that weird candy the Doctor had in Peru...
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phasing-cat.livejournal.com
2010-11-05 04:56 pm (UTC)
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Candy? Ugh, I can't even think about eating...
[turns a little green, then leans over the side of the bed and pukes in the bucket waiting there for just that purpose]
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open-flame.livejournal.com
2010-11-05 06:20 pm (UTC)
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[ick face] No, it was like alien super candy. Made me feel a million times better...[weakly snaps her fingers] just like that.
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phasing-cat.livejournal.com
2010-11-05 07:07 pm (UTC)
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[wipes her chin] Oh. That sounds good about now.
[lays back] Shouldn't someone be dabbing my forehead with a cool washcloth about now?
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open-flame.livejournal.com
2010-11-05 07:35 pm (UTC)
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HEY! Someone come help Kitty! [it takes most of Liz's energy to shout that.]
Jack better hurry up. I swear if he stopped at that kinky little shop on the south side of the market, I'll punch him.
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[shouts for someone to bring them more juice]
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I want some of that weird candy the Doctor had in Peru...
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[turns a little green, then leans over the side of the bed and pukes in the bucket waiting there for just that purpose]
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[lays back] Shouldn't someone be dabbing my forehead with a cool washcloth about now?
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Jack better hurry up. I swear if he stopped at that kinky little shop on the south side of the market, I'll punch him.