short story 1: a tale of roommates

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[Mort really isn't sure what to think of this roommate thing. he's mostly been steering clear of the kid, and since he hasn't decorated a dorm door in a good fifteen years or so, he left that up to Harry. this morning's note under his cereal bowl, however, is making it painfully obvious that he needs to actually INTERACT. so he grabs a pair of jeans and a sweater from the dressers and tosses them on the foot of Harry's bed]

You still breathing in there, Harry?

(no subject)

[thatsplan-g.livejournal.com]

[It's been fourteen days with no coffee. FOURTEEN DAYS. And if the irritability, grumpiness and general acting like a teenage girl on her period is any indicator, Nate is having withdrawal symptoms. And his teeth hurt with the amount of Coke he's tossing back to make up for the caffiene headache that will not go away.

On the upside, he and his roommate seem to be able to get along with a few words as humanly possible. Sometimes they grunt.

It's kind of like living with himself and he doesn't hate himself. What a surprise.]

eight.

[fanassaults.livejournal.com]

[A very startled noise over the journals, and the sound of someone backing up until they hit a closet.]

Y-you want me to wear that?!

[Oh, Misa. Her poor country values never stood a chance.]

- 001: in which Jayne is retarded and makes an intro.

[unheroish.livejournal.com]

Now this?

A mite unsettling.

Someone mind explainin' what the ruttin' hell I'm doin' on this rock without no mem'ry 'bout how I got here? I know I'm prone to the drink, but pretty sure I'd be wakin' up next to a fine lookin' woman and not my lonesome self if I got that hammered. You know. The womenfolk, they can't resist me.

[a long pause...]

Is anyone even listenin'? Seriously? Cap'n? Getting slightly concerned with the lack of, oh... I dunno -- what the hell's goin' on?!

Log 051: Recipe for Disaster

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[Room 1104's kitchen, early afternoon. The task? A dish to share.

Strewn about the kitchenette are quite a variety of ingredients - such a variety, in fact, that what exactly it is Raine intends to make is something of a mystery. Whatever it is, it seems to involve a lot of meat and vegetables.]

Now should I cook rice to go with this? That's traditional, but perhaps it would be better to have some bread instead? And here I'm to add bell pepper, but I do know Colette doesn't like those--and she's probably not the only one. Perhaps one of these hot peppers will do the trick? And is it really necessary to cut the meat into such small chunks?

Hmm.

[Roomies? Might want to stop her before she makes something completely inedible.]

(no subject)

[kindnessing.livejournal.com]

... Make a dish for a meal?

Umm... Dumbledore-san? Do you know how to cook?

(no subject)

[supes]

( Third Floor )

( Mai )

1st

[notpeach.livejournal.com]

[There's a loud thud, most likely a result from a rather hard and less than graceful landing. Then some shuffling as she tries to figure out what the heck happened and- ohshit this isn't Karakura.]

Wh-Where... ?

[There's a pained noise after she tries and fails to sit up; that's right, Kira didn't exactly finish healing her yet. But that's really the least of her concerns for now and she tries to speak again, voice softer and slightly panicked.]

Rangiku-san? ... Shiro-chan?

#8. sam be wanting some food.

[ipuckett.livejournal.com]

( Carly )

[and alas, there is the sound of rapid stirring coming from Sam's end of the journal, perhaps a few splatters of a familiar brown liquid hitting the page every time she gets a little too zealous with her movements.

guess what she's preparing for the potluck. I dare you.]

So. Tenth floor. When are we going to get our food on? [and a pause as she licks the spoon she's using to stir her concoction, proceeding to smack her lips before...

yes, putting it back into the pan in order to stir it a little more. oh Sam.]

Because I'm making tons of gravy and I need stuff to pour it on!

(no subject)

[waywithplants.livejournal.com]

So can you cook? Or feel up to suggesting a recipe?

(no subject)

[knifetrick.livejournal.com]

[ silence, after a moment of hisses mumbles about how his hand hurts like a bitch he flicks through the journal ]

Huh, hell sure is fancy. [ hi paradisa, have a guy who just DIED ]

one hundred and nineteen:

[queendramabitch.livejournal.com]

( Mort )

(no subject)

[vengefullight.livejournal.com]

Seriously castle? Trying to get me to lend a hand in this? On a floor of people I don't even know?

Not likely.

I don't know about anyone else, but I couldn't give a damn about this potluck thing. So the sixth floor will be down one man. Bad enough I had to dress a guy I barely know yesterday. Tch.

(no subject)

[loluradopted.livejournal.com]

[There is a little three-year-old boy that looks like a trash can wandering in the lobby, holding the journal (which is probably about as big as he is) and a pack of crayons. He's toddling around, looking mildly concerned]

Uh-oh.



Kyle?

There are 108 sins in Tibetan Buddhism

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Turkey day again? Aren't you people supposed have this bloody holiday in November? Thanks, but no thanks.

While you're all settling down for your nation conquering meal, please bear in mind the plight of the humble Kitkey. Relatives of the equally endangered Sea Kittens, Kitkeys are actually kittens with wings. They are kept in tiny cages in terrible conditions, living only to be fattened up for your Thanksgiving dinner table. They are falsely marketed as plain turkeys in order to increase sales.

So if you eat turkey this Thanksgiving, it means you hate kittens. And only terrible people hate kittens. [Have a picture pasted in the journal] So ask yourself...

Are YOU a terrible person?

1st

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[You get the sounds of pages quickly flipping before it quiets to just breathing and then-]

Alright! Finally the spare time to record a message. Hey, why isn't the video part wor-

-To whom it may concern,

I'm going to be folding this into a paper airplane so if you happen to get this, lucky you! You see, I'm a little stuck somewhere I don't want to be and it's up to you to pass this on. Doing a delivery job for the Thousand Master makes you pretty privileged so make use of it!

Anyway, I need you to pass on this wor-

[THUNK and a muffled...]

Whoops.

Bunbunmaru Article Two!

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[Aya is standing in the kitchen to the personal room of her and Dio, staring at the letter of the task of the day. She reached up and scratched her head, before shouting]

Heeey Roomie! DIOO~! Can you cook? Because we have to cook something!

blog thirty-eight

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[over the journal there's the sound of smoke alarms going off. loudly. and pots banging around. and a lot of clanging, and muffled swearing, and then the beeping stops, and all is still]

YUE! WHATEVER WAS IN THE OVEN GOT POSSESSED BY FIRE DEMONS!!!!! AND IT TOTALLY WASN'T MY FAULT!!!

....


... Uh, what up, seventh floor peeps. You all like ramen, right? I'll just ... make a metric ton of that.

013; I baked you a _____, but then I ated it.

[ninjasinspace.livejournal.com]

[Today, River's roommate is off... somewhere, and River is in the kitchen.

Baking. A chocolate cake. It's in the oven now, hopefully not burning, and River is occupying herself with making delicious vanilla frosting. And by making, we mean 'eating most of it but there will probably be enough at the end to frost the cake, hopefully'.

And lo, there is giggling. Because. Did we mention the flour? It should not be humanly possible to cover yourself/your cooking area with that much flour, but River has somehow managed it!]

Got ghosts.

─ sixteen

[compete.livejournal.com]

Urgh. [ tummy rumblin' ] Soooo hungry. Uh, does instant ramen count for this whole potluck thing? I know I can't screw that up...

Also, isn't Thanksgiving normally around next month? Unless I totally have my dates wrong or something.