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fandomtownies2015-09-06 03:17 pm
Room 12, Floor 2, The Arms Hotel, Sunday morning
Buffy was sitting in her bed, trying to figure out if she wanted to move or not. Yesterday had been an exciting day. She had met herself, her fake bigger little sister, her roommate, caught up with a bunch of Meerkats and some cheerleaders, and assisted in making sure the glittery boykissy legacy remained strong at Fandom.
She grinned at the memory.
Now though... Did she really want to wake her hotel-buddies by moving?
OOC: Open for all at the hotel! Who, uh, might knock on a random hotel door, I guess?
She grinned at the memory.
Now though... Did she really want to wake her hotel-buddies by moving?
OOC: Open for all at the hotel! Who, uh, might knock on a random hotel door, I guess?

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"I will get ice cream," River said. "If you look after him."
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Berthold wiggled extra hard. That was possibly a yes, or possibly a desire to be put down so he could crawl under a bed. Again, it was hard to tell with tentacled monsters.
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Yes, River had wandered the streets of Fandom with a tub of ice cream in search of her pet tentacled monster.
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As if the zerg army didn't have enough strange creatures.
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