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sinanju.livejournal.comDaisy made her way toward George. It took a few minutes; being social was a fulltime job, and as everyone was drifting toward the cookfire as dinner time drew near, she had to greet and interact with quite a few people. Nonetheless she eventually reached her destination. George was oblivious, still basking in New Relationship Energy and wrapped up in Carlos.
( Daisy takes George to the woodshed )
( Daisy takes George to the woodshed )
sinanju.livejournal.comAmanda stomped away, casting angry glances over her shoulder at George & Carlos periodically.
( This first meeting of the Crossing_Lost Revenge Squad will now come to order! )
OOC: Don't mind me. I'm just stirring the pot...
( This first meeting of the Crossing_Lost Revenge Squad will now come to order! )
OOC: Don't mind me. I'm just stirring the pot...
starborn-scribe.livejournal.comThis takes place shortly after Ami and George finish their conversation in Playing Catch Up. If anyone feels like having a WTF moment, feel free to jump in. Here's a description of the active co-locator from the outside.
( As much as Scott had wanted to contact his parents the previous night, he'd known that he was far too tired to try it. )
( As much as Scott had wanted to contact his parents the previous night, he'd known that he was far too tired to try it. )
estirose.livejournal.comChris groaned as he got up. What had been in that coffee? It had made him high and the last thing he needed was to be high.
( What a night.... )
( What a night.... )
fikgirl.livejournal.com[OOC: This takes place later that night, after everyone has gone to sleep. Faith started coming so clearly that I had to get it out and posted.]
( Insomnia, the Evil Beast )
( Insomnia, the Evil Beast )
lost-mckay.livejournal.comWalking back to his mean lean-to, the rain began. First, it started to come down in slow but large drops, but as the minutes progressed, it began to come down with more vigor. The lightning strikes and the thunderclaps, however, made Rodney jump, his expression turned to something akin to fear. He didn't like thunderstorms, not since, well... a few months ago.
( Decisions... )
( Decisions... )
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