Apr 01, 2009 17:19
--ere you are!
[ Some rustling around and darkness, and then after some motion, it is clear that someone has just found their communicator. Abby holds the comm facing herself, although only half of her is visible-- the other half is still under the bed, where she's only partially crawled out from. ]
H-Hello?
Oh man, I'm like that kid who hasn't checked her MySpace in a month. [ She lightly smacks her palm with her forehead. ] These things need a homing device!
[ A pause. ]
So, uh. What's new, guys? Anybody have some free time to play Halo or something?
† abby boylen | cloud 9