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[sneakingly.livejournal.com]

[CLEARLY, someone has not learned their lesson.

When boredom strikes, it strikes hard. Parker, who promised not to do it again, is now clambering through the air ducts at random to see where she will find herself. Because really, telling her not to crawl through tiny spaces is like telling her TO crawl through tiny spaces.

Where will she find herself? Perhaps YOUR room?]

(ooc: OPEN OPEN OPEN. Feel free to hear her coming or continue about unsuspectingly. She'll drop in to say hello. :3)

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[chrgin-my-sword.livejournal.com]

[Parker, you're going to have fun trying to explain this to your friends. It's not something you see everyday. Because, you see, you have walked in on Travis.

Charging his swords. Vigorously so. Of course, he stopped now, thanks to SURPRISE GUEST!

Awkward silence. So awkward. So silent.]

[sneakingly.livejournal.com]

[She's...

...

She's just going to...

...

Okay, she's half hanging out of that air vent, tilting her head with a slightly horrified and curious expression. It's like watching a car crash or a train wreck. You know you shouldn't look but you can't pull your eyes away. Because seriously, what was that.]

[chrgin-my-sword.livejournal.com]

[He's standing there, in an almost football like stance, an arguably phallic like object in each hand (of course without the swords actually on. God damn charging phase), just staring over his shoulder at the chick that's half hanging out of his vent, staring at him.

You know, someone should probably do something right about now.

...Oh, okay. He's just gonna finish charging them. Cause really, he's almost done, and you just can't leave a job like this unfinished.]

[sneakingly.livejournal.com]

[Oh OH COME ON. She tries to look away, she really does. But she just... can't...]

What are you doing?!

[chrgin-my-sword.livejournal.com]

[Almost...ALMOOOOST....done! Ding, cue the cutesy little noise from his topped off beam katanas. And now he very quickly hides them behind his back, turns around, and just...tries to cover up]

Okay! I know it looked bad...

[sneakingly.livejournal.com]

[Still MILDLY HORRIFIED but at least she can formulate words.]

Hey, I get it. If you really like them that much, who am I to judge you?

[chrgin-my-sword.livejournal.com]

WHOA, HOLD UP!

[...dot dot dot]

You were the one watching! From my fucking vent, no less. Ceiling person is watching you charge your swords much?

[sneakingly.livejournal.com]

Is that what they call it nowadays.

[Ceiling Parker watches when least expected. It's what she does.]

[chrgin-my-sword.livejournal.com]

[This was so backwards it hurt. Isn't he supposed to be the troll here?]

Well...probably. And that's gotta be my fault. Goddamn memetic mutations.

But that's totally beyond the point! Lasery death isn't gonna charge itself you know.

[sneakingly.livejournal.com]

Mmhmm. And let me guess. They need to be charged every night before bed?

[chrgin-my-sword.livejournal.com]

Well yes, it's just silly to leave a weapon like th-I SEE WHAT YOU'RE DOING THERE!

[sneakingly.livejournal.com]

[Oh god why was it so easy with this one. She's laughing, oh how she is laughing.]