Olive had set up the first floor lobby to accommodate the inaugural meeting of the pajama club -- setting up in this case meant making sure that there were plenty of comfy pillows and fuzzy fleece throws on the sofas, and that there was a Real Housewives marathon going on the television. On a table to the side, she'd set up a variety of cereal ( ( Read more... )

Jim's hearing was just now starting to come back. That was an exaggeration but he'd swear up and down that the early morning fire drill had caused permanent damage to his hearing and he should be assigned a personal assistant (preferably a very pretty, very female one) just to help him through the rough times ( Read more... )

It was raining.

It was not raining very hard, but it was definitely raining at the insane time the sirens went off across the school. The lawn outside was slowly but surely turning into a wet mess, and the grass was just high enough in some places that it might leave wet splotches on an unsuspecting passer-by's pants ( Read more... )

So, okay, Olive had sort of...sublimated all the stuff from yesterday. It was just easier, if she stopped freaking out and just rolled with stuff. So, okay, yesterday she'd met a guy from another galaxy and a robot and hey her roommate could fly. No big deal. Really ( Read more... )

There was non-buttered popcorn for sharing. There was also swimming on TV. And there was a Stacey who was trying her best not to look like she was totally ogling the male swimmers, even though she was sooo ogling.

And the guide said there was going to be volleyball too? Best night ever.

[This is what you get. Open CR!]

Rilla had intended to spend her evening cooking for her boys: Jem and Jerry in Flanders and Walter and Kenneth in training in Kingsport.

Instead she was shrieking at a goat and beating it with what was left of her cookbook.

"YOU SPIT THAT OUT RIGHT NOW! THAT'S MY SHORTBREAD RECIPE."

The goat was sad, so sad, but not letting it go ( Read more... )

Lucrezia wasn't certain how time passing here affected time's passage back home. If the ratio were a simple one-to-one, then today would be her sixteenth birthday. But she had not been gone nearly so long in reality, which meant it seemed false to claim it as such, even if she had perhaps lived the days necessary.

What was required for today was ( Read more... )

Petra had fully intended to go along with this whole song and dance for a day or whatever, buck up, wear the uniform, in the name of just getting it over with.

That was, until she saw the uniform in question. Some things were not meant to be borne. More plaid than a lumberjack convention, ugly boxy cuts, and none of it in breathable fabrics1? ( Read more... )

Today when the girls got there, they'd find today set up like an afternoon tea. Because it was afternoon and there was tea and biscuits. Pretty self-explanatory there ( Read more... )

There were pizzas in the kitchen. A few boxes of them, piled up in the kitchen, which Stacey found when she was going looking for dinner ( Read more... )