http://sometimes-lupus.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] sometimes-lupus.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] trans_92011-04-08 06:07 pm
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Somewhere in the meaty halls of Stacy, a wall opened, ejecting a disgruntled woman onto the deck. She sprang to her feet and directed a stream of invective (mainly in Mandarin) at the wall, followed by an ineffective kick. She'd lost track of time in there (not unusual) and now was back aboard the strange spirit-ship. Not that she'd really left before. With a last muttered curse, she turned and stormed down the hallway. She needed to find out what happened while she was gone. Hopefully, not terribly much.
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[identity profile] playsin-traffic.livejournal.com 2011-04-09 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
"All Glass Walkers are grumpy. It's part of the whole 'stick up the ass', deal." He ducks.

[identity profile] sometimes-lupus.livejournal.com 2011-04-09 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
Miriam reaches over and slaps Tony upside the head. Lightly.

"And all Bone Gnawers are smelly, homeless, degenerates."

[identity profile] playsin-traffic.livejournal.com 2011-04-09 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
"Whoa, whoa. I'll have you know I bath daily, miss 'I own a penthouse'." Tony held up a finger. "Two, I am technically not homeless."

[identity profile] sometimes-lupus.livejournal.com 2011-04-09 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
"First off, I don't own a penthouse, I live in Bel-Air in a Glasswalker neighborhood. And two, you could've fooled me." She grinned.
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