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gobrookeyourself) wrote2008-03-03 12:40 pm
gobrookeyourself) wrote2008-03-03 12:40 pm
Entry tags:
- clothing malfunction whee,
- fandom weirdness,
- people: aj,
- people: aly,
- people: amber,
- people: aravia tarkheena,
- people: barney stinson,
- people: jaina solo,
- people: john sheppard,
- people: lee adama,
- people: lucas scott,
- people: meg,
- people: rodney mckay,
- people: ron weasley,
- people: teyla,
- peter,
- places: 512,
- places: mexico
Room 512, Monday early afternoon
Brooke didn't have classes today, so she'd decided to sleep in. After all, with all the sunbathing, boys, talking with friends, drinking, time in the room, more sunbathing, even more drinking, shopping, radio, getting to know her fellow students (and teachers) by being friendly, more drinking, getting to know her bedmate, deciding she had some questions for a squirrel and introducing a certain Peter to a few certain Brooke Davissy beach activities, she was a little exhausted. Also, detoxing.
So it was a while before she pulled herself out of bed to get up, shower and get dressed, intending to hit the common room for some breakfast that didn't involve tequila or anything resembling pineapple. When she went to put on her shoes, though, thinking that indoors meant she could still wear something strappy, she was surprised when one tried to hop away from her.
....She couldn't have just seen that. Or at least that's what she chose to believe as turning into someone else was one thing, but self-walking shoes were another.
Brooke managed to get her feet in the shoes, but immediately her feet were moving forward without consulting her, and it was all her shoes' fault. "Okay, let's not," she said, trying to hold onto the doorframe in order to work her shoes off, which didn't work and she ended up sliding downward till she was on the floor of the hallway. Kicking furiously, she got the shoes off, and watched them trod down the hall without her.
In an attempt to save face, or maybe sanity, Brooke yelled, "I didn't want to wear you today anyway!" after them, and then whimpered some things about wanting to go back to Mexico.
[Hi, that was the linkdrop from hell. Establishy!]
So it was a while before she pulled herself out of bed to get up, shower and get dressed, intending to hit the common room for some breakfast that didn't involve tequila or anything resembling pineapple. When she went to put on her shoes, though, thinking that indoors meant she could still wear something strappy, she was surprised when one tried to hop away from her.
....She couldn't have just seen that. Or at least that's what she chose to believe as turning into someone else was one thing, but self-walking shoes were another.
Brooke managed to get her feet in the shoes, but immediately her feet were moving forward without consulting her, and it was all her shoes' fault. "Okay, let's not," she said, trying to hold onto the doorframe in order to work her shoes off, which didn't work and she ended up sliding downward till she was on the floor of the hallway. Kicking furiously, she got the shoes off, and watched them trod down the hall without her.
In an attempt to save face, or maybe sanity, Brooke yelled, "I didn't want to wear you today anyway!" after them, and then whimpered some things about wanting to go back to Mexico.
[Hi, that was the linkdrop from hell. Establishy!]