Monkeyponey Living Room, Friday Lunchtime
The human embodiment of the anthropomorphic representation of life and death was a frustrated teenage girl today.
For one, there was a small black messenger bag that sat on the floor at her feet and stayed there no matter what she did. It was embroidered with the names of her siblings, and was stunningly heavy for its petite size when she tried to lift it. (Didi suspected it was, like meta for the TARDIS interior, bigger than it looked.)
For another, she was craving macaroni and cheese, and there wasn't a supply of it in the cabin kitchen even when she poked way in the back of the cupboards.
Not all of her problems were major ones.
[OOC: Open for monkeyponeyites and anyone who wants a Didi! Mmmm, mac and cheese.]
For one, there was a small black messenger bag that sat on the floor at her feet and stayed there no matter what she did. It was embroidered with the names of her siblings, and was stunningly heavy for its petite size when she tried to lift it. (Didi suspected it was, like meta for the TARDIS interior, bigger than it looked.)
For another, she was craving macaroni and cheese, and there wasn't a supply of it in the cabin kitchen even when she poked way in the back of the cupboards.
Not all of her problems were major ones.
[OOC: Open for monkeyponeyites and anyone who wants a Didi! Mmmm, mac and cheese.]