For the short period of time she's known Daniel Jackson, she's certainly run the gamut of expressions. Hostility, sorrow, detachment, cheerfulness, bursting into tears. She's so very proud of herself.

It's bad behavior. Ugly behavior. Victim behavior. She knows Daniel has no interest in her apologies, though, despite her interest in crafting them, so she'll try to keep them to a minimum.

She fills a mug up with XaXingian coffee, then spoons a dollop of ice cream into it. She's threatened Ax under penalty of Mom Powers not to use up all the contents of the fridge. Rather than wait for Daniel to knock, she takes her mug with her to the front of the house, checking on the flowers there. They're growing back rather nicely after her last destructive outburst.

She runs her finger around the edge of her coffee mug, takes a sip, and adjusts some of the roses by the front door.

There are worse things to wait with than nature and caffeine.

It had been quite a while since anyone had seen Rein, especially since Signum's little magic stealing rampage. While she wasn't exactly around, she had gotten herself into a bind.

As such, there lay a red and white ball at her store, and periodically it wobbled once in a while. Someone should take a look at it.

It had been one of those little things Reimi was never really good at, but she had settled into a routine since she had gone to the Media Library so long ago. Having booted up a cute looking JRPG or something close to it, she listened to the opening theme as she began to play, selecting her character.

Right now, playing away, she is almost oblivious to anyone coming up to visit with her.

Billy hadn't the slightest idea how much time had passed since his rushed deal with Metronome for the Clock's destruction. He'd typed out a hurried plea for help on the omnicom network, sped off to download and review the play's script, and conjured an auditorium-like Sensorium for rehearsal. All that remained was the arrival of the cast and crew, and this probable disaster would begin.

Just what have I committed myself to? If my judgment is questionable for attempting to stage this production in just a few days, the cast...I don't foresee this ending well.

Once everything was prepared, he sent a quick message to the volunteers. They should be arriving any minute

((This is going to be subthreaded out in stages. Mingling, a place for comments from the peanut gallery, auditions/arguments, and brief rehearsal scenes. Thread out whatever you think is funniest! Final casting decisions will be happening here. I'll be on chat/AIM/Plurk during this post if you want me.

Now open for posting! Don't feel obligated to participate, we're not obsessively logging everything. This is just for comedy opportunities. Most of what I want to know is who's playing who. And it's okay to jump in even if you didn't sign up on the comm post. Everyone's welcome to audition!))

Given the fact that Nura seemed to be repodded - or GLaDOS-ed, Kara wasn't really all that certain - the erstwhile Supergirl was all the more free to wander around the ship without being unreasonably attacked. It was a nice piece of freedom, and she'd used it to, well, explorinate. Currently, Kara was in hydroponics, staying as far away from the deaging craziness as she could, and relaxing while laying on her back and enjoying the scent of a nearby bunch of exotic flowers. It was the first time in awhile that she'd honestly felt relaxed, and she wanted to enjoy it. Sure, there had been another recent stint in GLaDOs - probably because of how she'd been acting - but she'd been released much more quickly this time around. Plus, she'd had her shots done and everything, so she and Julian could...

No, those aren't relaxing thoughts.

She sat up and stretched. She was probably smiling like an idiot, but that was par for the course when it came to teenage girls. At least, when they were romantically involved and things were going well. Which, they were.