Fifty Fifth Beacon

[recoveryone.livejournal.com]

[Backdated to just a little earlier, and in grumpy tone]

Okay, how the hell does a book go from the dressed to hanging outside the window? And I literally mean hanging.

Forget it. I'll do what I usually do and blame the...inexplicable spectral servants that tend to the castle. Do not use the "g" word.

And when did Paradisa's bank account for decorating bottom out? A seven year old in a medically induced coma could whip up better decorations than this.

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[malachor-echoed.livejournal.com]

[this is Hallin, very determinedly kicking away eggshells]

I've got no idea what's supposed to be happening.

[recoveryone.livejournal.com]

[Try using fire, that always helps buckets]

Paradisa is getting festive on us again.

[malachor-echoed.livejournal.com]

[especially when said fire's coming out of a flamethrower? Also, your Earth holidays, Hallin knows them not]

Is it a holiday season?

[recoveryone.livejournal.com]

Depends on who you ask, but Paradisa seems to think so.

[malachor-echoed.livejournal.com]

You seem to know about it--anything I should be preparing for?

[encryptedlock]

[Oh, there you are. York sounds relieved, though still with an edge of panic from our lovely new arrival last night.]

How about strategically placed gravity lifts?

And, you know, you could decorate your own room. Not that you're going to.

[recoveryone.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, we'd figure]

Unlikely at best.

If you know I'm not going to, and I'm not, why bring it up in the first place?

[encryptedlock]

[Ya think?]

It could happen.

I'm just saying, if you wanted better decorations, you could always do it yourself. Although I have to admit I haven't exactly seen what the castle has to offer just yet.

[recoveryone.livejournal.com]

[Just a little]

I don't want better decorations, York. I don't want any decorations.

[encryptedlock]

[York sighs.]

What have you got against enjoying things, anyway?

[recoveryone.livejournal.com]

I never said I did.

[encryptedlock]

Well, they could be worse. They could have actually been designed by Caboose.

[Wash]

So, about how I don't want Ms. Psycho to be taking away my AI. Is there anything about her I should know? I haven't seen her for a while, you know.

[recoveryone.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I'll agree to that.

[York]

Yeah. She's a backstabbing conniving bitch that uses whoever and whatever to get ahead. Now stay with Tex for a while.

[encryptedlock]

Maybe I'll take him bobbing for apples later. He can't possibly teamkill anyone while he's doing that, right?

[Wash]

...Got it. I've been in the TARDIS, but hell if I'm staying here until South goes home.

[recoveryone.livejournal.com]

Caboose could teamkill someone playing patty cake.

[York]

Good. Don't tell ANYONE where you're staying. No one.

[encryptedlock]

...Okay, point.

[Wash]

Well, I just told you. But other than the people I'm staying with, I wasn't planning on it.

[recoveryone.livejournal.com]

Of course.

[York]

I'd rather it was Tex for the time being. You two have history, and you'd have to be clinically retarded to get on her bad side. Especially if you know her.

[Wash]

[encryptedlock]

Yeah, I don't have a problem with that. At least unless we start getting on each others' nerves for some reason. Probably won't, though - we get along pretty good.

Well, to want to get on her bad side. It's easy enough to get there, really.