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Voicemail
"Hey, this is Sam. I'm either not here, or you're too much of a nub to bother answering, Freddie. Either way, you can leave me a message." *BEEP*
[ooc: for IC calls/texts/emails and OOC communications, doncha know.] -
OOC: So long, and thanks for all the fat cakes!
And while I'm logged in and procrastinating on cleaning doing adminly type things, I should make this game-wide official ( Read more... ) -
Room 402, Wednesday afternoon
Sam was all dressed up. She had on her rattiest, dirtiest clothes, extra ripped just for the occasion, and drizzled with barbecue sauce. She had a pale green foundation on, with excess, smeared eyeliner creating a very baggy effect around her eyes, and more barbecue sauce around her mouth, over black lipstick. She had her hair fluffed out into ( Read more... ) -
Room 402, Friday afternoon
Sam had never thought a whole lot about it, but if you asked, she'd probably tell you she'd be okay with having a kid someday ( Read more... ) -
Room 423, Saturday morning
Sam woke up to the sound of the world's dorkiest ring tone. She groped around for her hammer to smash it with, but it wasn't in reach, so she finally gave in and answered the damn phone.
"H'lo?"
"Fredward!" said the voice on the other end. "You're not just waking up, are you?"
Sam blinked. "Mrs. Benson? Freddie's not here right now."
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OOC: Availability insert clever name of a dance here
Okay, so. I've been trying to push this off for ages, but I should probably just give it up, here.
We are super busy at work. Like, ridiculously busy. Busy enough that it's taken me an hour to write these two paragraphs. Busy enough that by the time I get home the last thing I want to do is look at a computer for anything other than Zoo Borns. ( Read more... ) -
Room 402, Saturday
Sam hadn't noticed any oddness about, today. She'd spent her time lying around, trying to watch the most disgusting videos she could find on the internet and catching up with what people were saying online about iCarly ( Read more... ) -
OOC: iCarly info postage!
It's not a bandwagon if it's not for an individual character, nyeah!
She’s Sam (hurtingzeebo) and he’s Freddie (randomspanish), and they are iCarly! . . . ‘s fandom contingent!
Let’s review, shall we?
( What is iCarly? ) -
Room 402, Sunday night
Sam had taken her time making her way back up to her room from Special Collections, still rather muddy, with war paint streaks on her cheeks, her spear clutched in her hand ( Read more... ) -
Somewhere in Special Collections, Sunday morning
"Alright, class!" said Miss Zarves. "It's dictionary time!"
Virginia cheered. Sam woke up from her nap.
"What? Is it lunch?"
"What's lunch?" asked Nick. Sam stared at him, appalled, then looked at Virginia.
"We have to get lunch," she said. "It's a law or something. I demand lunch!"
( Yeah, 'cause that'll work )