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House of Ill-Repute [Monday evening]
Biff stomped into the house with a sour look on his face. It was bad enough that the baristas gave him weird looks normally for his coffee order (with cinnamon, cloves, date sugar and goat milk), but tonight they weren't even thereHe'd had to dodge weird crystal bubble...things...all the way home, too, that had smelled like rotten peaches ( Read more... ) -
Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center [all day]
Biff was trying to discover if strawberries (as snagged from the festival in town) could cure hangovers.
So far, no luck, but strawberry margaritas milkshakes were tasty all on their own.
Wellspring Arms was open. -
House of Ill-Repute [morning]
It was just another day at the House of Ill-Repute. There was coffee to be brewed, and bacon to be microwaved, and a giant fucking cockroach to beat to death with a frying pan...
Okay, the cockroach was new.
Midway through Biff's rant to the house at large about how he didn't like giant fucking cockroaches, the house--and all of its inhabitants-- ( Read more... ) -
House of Ill-Repute [early evening]
Biff smacked his forehead into the refrigerator door. "No, Father, I'm afraid I really have changed my mind. I no longer feel the call to the priesthood ( Read more... ) -
Biff's Room [House of Ill-Repute, evening]
Biff was planning on spending as many minutes as humanly possible with Josh before he had to go (because as much as Biff loved Joshua, he wasn't planning on dying sooner to spend all of eternity in the guy's presence), which was why he'd ordered more pizza, grabbed a six pack, and dragged his best friend up to his room for dinner and what he was ( Read more... ) -
House of Ill-Repute [Saturday night]
Biff's best friend (yeah, and the Messiah, but best friend came first) was in town. After his lecture, Biff convinced him to blow off the rest of the day in order to experience the wonders this modern world had to offer ( Read more... ) -
House of Ill-Repute [Thursday evening]
This was far from Biff's favorite week of the year, and all of the promise of stale Peeps in the world weren't going to cheer him from his slump ( Read more... ) -
House of Ill-Repute [Friday night]
Biff had an awesome hat.
Biff had a menorah.
Biff had a kitchen full of smoke because Biff couldn't cook latkes.
Happy Hanukkah, housemates!
[OOC: Open for housemates if you love the SP. A house with an infant, a toddler, and a neurotic dog has made life interesting this week...] -
House of Ill-Repute [Friday night]
Biff had planned on his normal Friday night routine of a bacon sandwich and hitting the mainland bars.
That had changed abruptly when, halfway down the stairs, he'd turned into a bunny.
Again.
So now his plans were to hide under the sofa until he changed back. He didn't care if it took days, dammit. -
House of Ill-Repute [evening]
Biff was in a fantastic mood today. The shine was shining, the birds were chirping, yadda, yadda.
It was
