I can't believe I've been here for two years.

[long, thoughtful pause]

Okay, yeah, I can. Time freaking crawls here. And I'm tired of sitting on my ass being bored all day... anyone know if the town's got an emergency clinic? Maybe I could set one up. Be useful for a change ( Read more... )

[Morris is sitting cross-legged on the floor in his room, wearing the sweater Crowley sent him (the really red one, for optimum clashing with his hair), drinking coffee out of the mug Hartmann sent him (lolwut), and cheerfully playing a game of Operation (thanks Deadpool). All in all, not a bad Christmas. Hey, it's Paradisa... it could always be a ( Read more... )

[Morris is currently in the kitchen, journal propped open against a breadbox while he makes himself dinner (which happens to be a large BLT with potato chips and a Coke). He's bowing down to the latest dress code only in the sense that he's wearing what he finds most comfortable, which means his current ensemble consists of breeches, an untucked ( Read more... )

Hey, uh--any other Americans here want to do a Thanksgiving dinner? Because we should totally do that. Unless the castle does it for us. But why would it, though, lots of us aren't American. Or human. Anyway... uh... yeah. Any takers?

[backdated to this morning]

[Pluses: Morris's coffee maker will now make coffee instead of candy corn ( Read more... )

Hey, castle, you know what would be great? Being able to open a beer without freaking candy corn being inside the can! I just went through an entire six pack of that crap!

[and yet, he's still trying. There's the pop-hiss of another can being opened, and then--]

DAMMIT!

Hey, castle. Could I have a camcorder? Like the one I have at home.

[a short silence]

Sweeeeeeeeeeet.

[and then the sound of a window opening. Morris wants to get the trees and their amazing color-changing leaves on tape for whatever passes for posterity in Paradisa]

[The evening has finally arrived, and the ballroom is set up and ready. Ukitake has closed the shop for a few days before this, and had been working almost non-stop on treats which were laid out on four long tables along the back of the room ( Read more... )

[muttered unhappily]

Bye, Claire.

[he WAS going to complain about how being back in high school sucked major brass and he is so glad to be back to normal, but Peter's announcement about Claire's leaving has soured his mood. He'll be grabbing some beer and trudging to the game room now]

[written from band class, where Morris is hunched in the back with the rest of the percussion section, not paying attention because there's no point when your maracas don't shake]

Is it just me getting stared at by half the kids in this school? It's starting to freak me out.