lledrithau
in
xi_rpg
[OPEN]
Characters: Megan Gwynn; open
Time: Evening or something
Location: The kitchen
Content: MEGAN REQUIRES HELP SEARCHING FOR SWEETS
Format: Opening with prose but feel free to start action logs it's all cool
Warnings: As with any log that contains large amounts of Megan, pixie-dust-induced Lisa Frank hallucinations are a possibility, but not necessarily likely.
Megan was feeling a little bit homesick. This happened fairly often - occasionally it was bad enough that she had to have a bit of a cry in her room (which was easier to do on her own now that Karolina had gone home, although that made her kind of sad too), but right now it was mild enough that she could distract herself by rummaging through the Institute's kitchen looking for something unnecessarily sugary and possibly brightly coloured.
She kind of wished she'd talked to that Jean-Paul guy before about the sweets he'd brought ... but he'd been a total meanie, so she didn't think she could be missing out that much.
So she was currently peering into the fridge in such a leaning-in sort of fashion that it looked as if she were about to pitch forward and be swallowed up by some kind of alternate fridge dimension, and humming something upbeat.
Time: Evening or something
Location: The kitchen
Content: MEGAN REQUIRES HELP SEARCHING FOR SWEETS
Format: Opening with prose but feel free to start action logs it's all cool
Warnings: As with any log that contains large amounts of Megan, pixie-dust-induced Lisa Frank hallucinations are a possibility, but not necessarily likely.
Megan was feeling a little bit homesick. This happened fairly often - occasionally it was bad enough that she had to have a bit of a cry in her room (which was easier to do on her own now that Karolina had gone home, although that made her kind of sad too), but right now it was mild enough that she could distract herself by rummaging through the Institute's kitchen looking for something unnecessarily sugary and possibly brightly coloured.
She kind of wished she'd talked to that Jean-Paul guy before about the sweets he'd brought ... but he'd been a total meanie, so she didn't think she could be missing out that much.
So she was currently peering into the fridge in such a leaning-in sort of fashion that it looked as if she were about to pitch forward and be swallowed up by some kind of alternate fridge dimension, and humming something upbeat.