...Yeah, Carmela is taking the day off today ( Read more... )

In retrospect, it's really not all that surprising that Carmela breezed through what should have been weeks of training in a matter of days. The fact is, training was boring, and Carmela and boring just don't get along well ( Read more... )

Carmela frowns down at the readout on her copy of the Plane Gazetteer: ERROR

"Could you maybe be a little more specific, there?" she demands, giving the thing a shake.

REDEFINE QUERY. Sure, it had been designed to respond to verbal commands as well as typed (not everyone had the same number of digits, or hands at all) but there are still issues ( Read more... )

There's a *pop* of displaced air and Carmela finds herself... not at DC's Union Station ( Read more... )

Carmela Rodriguez? Is on the planet of the catboys. Well. Catpeople. Well, okay, they're not really cats since cats are from Earth, but they do have adorable little pointy ears, and tails, and Ronan had restocked her stash of the good chocolate, and she is totally going to introduce her new friend Eshrivash to the wonders of grenfelzing tonight ( Read more... )

It is not actually New Year's Eve on the planet that Carmela Rodriguez is currently staying on. Leaving aside the fact that its people don't celebrate the new year in any case, it's currently the middle of the seventh month in a thirteen-month calendar ( Read more... )

Carmela's mind's been made up for weeks now about what she's going to do after graduation. The stack of thick envelopes from a handful of different universities lie unopened on her desk, and while most of her things had gone back with her brother following graduation weekend ("I'm a wizard, not a pack mule!" he'd protested initially), there was ( Read more... )

Carmela's reviewing some of the stuff from the language club earlier when her phone rings ( Read more... )

It's just past an ungodly hour when Carmela makes her way over to the Callahan's to visit Ronan. So really, it's more of a ridiculously early hour. Especially for a holiday ( Read more... )

Carmela stands outside the door to Umbridge's office, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed as she waits for her partner-in-crime.

"About time," she says with a mischievous grin as he approaches. "Let's do this thing."

[ooc: for he who knows who he is, and NFB for great sabotaging secrecy.]