Room 408, Saturday Morning

[apocalipped]

The dance? Had been nice. Nice in that sort of, 'I am here, I am not being particularly social, but I have a lovely date and I'm going to enjoy this, damn it,' kind of way that Jono was so good at. But that much social interaction was tiring, to say the least, and so he was absolutely planning on spending his Saturday in bed. And it would be great, and to hell with anything in the world that thought that he was going to be getting up, at least until late afternoon.

It was possible that Jonothon was slightly delusional, yes.

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[empathic-fire.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth put her hands on her hips and gave George a Look. "I'm Elizabeth Emma Karla Starsmore," she said. "Silly!"

[onapalebicycle.livejournal.com]

"Silly, silly me," George agreed. This was awesome coffee. "I mean, oh! Wow! I'm so surprised! You're extra-good at this game."

It was early. This was the best she could do.

"So ... why are you, uh. Here?"

[empathic-fire.livejournal.com]

Elizabeth shrugged. "There was a portal and I came through it and then I was here. I'm not s'posed to go through portals without Mommy and Daddy though, so don't tell Daddy please?"