Me, Invasion of the Muns, Panfandom Bar
The door opens and a familiar face walks in, blinking tiredly. Karen looks around, surprised to see the place considering it's been aaaages since she was there.
Yawning, she heads over to one of the wingback chairs by the fire and drops her turquoise messenger bag on the floor. Bending over, she digs out a sock in progress, a couple fountain pens, a notebook and her iPod before she takes a seat, kicks off her shoes and props her feet on an ottoman.
Picking up one of the pens, she opens the notebook after a quick look around. Working on fic in Milliways might not be the best idea but she's trying to kick her fic brain into gear. For the same reason, she gives the waitrat that scurries over a very short order; a minute later the rat is back, carrying a mojito.
Someone's had a long day.
[open indefinitely though not sure how late I'll be on tonight. Am tiiired, but want to RP, so playing myself seemed the best idea. Not like I can really be OOC due to fatigue, can I? :D]
Yawning, she heads over to one of the wingback chairs by the fire and drops her turquoise messenger bag on the floor. Bending over, she digs out a sock in progress, a couple fountain pens, a notebook and her iPod before she takes a seat, kicks off her shoes and props her feet on an ottoman.
Picking up one of the pens, she opens the notebook after a quick look around. Working on fic in Milliways might not be the best idea but she's trying to kick her fic brain into gear. For the same reason, she gives the waitrat that scurries over a very short order; a minute later the rat is back, carrying a mojito.
Someone's had a long day.
[open indefinitely though not sure how late I'll be on tonight. Am tiiired, but want to RP, so playing myself seemed the best idea. Not like I can really be OOC due to fatigue, can I? :D]