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[eat-me-beat-me.livejournal.com]

[Nora's bored. And when Nora gets bored she gets artistic. On this particular day she's decided that her art should be shared with EVERYONE.

So. She decided to paint the elevators. The inside of one of the elevators was painted to look like the occupants were suddenly under the ocean. There was algae, fish and even a shark bearing down on the inside of the door. On the ceiling the underside of a ship could be seen with the words Tick T0ck on the bottom.

The other one was painted to look like outer space. She tried to make the few constellations she could remember, but most of the stars were just haphazardly scattered about. There were planets, the sun off in one corner, asteroids, a space station and a UFO hovering on the ceiling, Tick T0ck repeatedly scrawled around the edge.]

So. Here's an open question for everyone: If you could change something about this place, anything at all, what would it be?

((ooc: Backdated to the 4th because, well, I fail and thought my Tick T0ck post was supposed to be THIS week. D: Open like whoa. Feel free to come into the elevator at any point while she's painting.]

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[eat-me-beat-me.livejournal.com]

[Her smile widens to a grin. Oh she does so love watching the gears turn in his head.]

Yeah. Though I suppose it's few weeks different for each of us. How does that work, anyway...

[hard-talker.livejournal.com]

Jeez, I dunno. However you want it to, I guess? We could do it on the day you got here?

[eat-me-beat-me.livejournal.com]

The day I got here, huh? [She thinks for a moment] That's about two months away. That works.

[She grins, her mind already swirling... what the fuck are you supposed to do on an anniversary?]

[hard-talker.livejournal.com]

Okay. [he's having pretty much the same thought, but he figures she's better at this than him, so...]

What do you wanna do?

[eat-me-beat-me.livejournal.com]

[Oooooooof course he would ask her that. She bites her lip as she thinks. What the hell could they do? Be cliche and go out on a romantic da-- wait...]

We've never actually gone on a date, you know.

[hard-talker.livejournal.com]

[well crap he was hoping she'd never figure that one out. how I date?]

Yeeeeeah, no, I guess we haven't ...

[eat-me-beat-me.livejournal.com]

[Suddenly unsure of herself] Um. What do you think about going on a date? Not, you know, like a fancy restaurant or something. Just... someplace nice. Just the two of us.

[hard-talker.livejournal.com]

Ssssure. [he studies his sneakers intently as he tries to reason with himself. she's already his girlfriend .... even if he bombs a normal date, that won't fuck everything up, right? he hopes.]

We just... need to figure out what day it is.

[eat-me-beat-me.livejournal.com]

[She smiles. Why so adorably awkward, Mark?]

Weeeelll. I got here oooon [She thinks] January 3rd. How's that?

[hard-talker.livejournal.com]

[PLENTY of time to flip out. Awesome]

Sounds perfect.

[eat-me-beat-me.livejournal.com]

[That makes two of them. She smiles and kisses him again.]

I can't wait.

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