Z was sacked out on the common room couch with a bag of chips and an Angelica Demesnes novel. Life was good ( Read more... )

Z had had a long day of fighting crime--by which she meant 'driving around in a Jeep on patrol, and finding no crime.' Shut up, that Jeep didn't even have an MP3 player, and also her butt was kind of numb. She needed to unwind. She needed a manicure and a pedicure ( Read more... )

Sure, it was a holiday, but someone had to patrol. Luckily, that was finally over. Z collapsed into one of the common room sofas with a sigh bordering on a groan and threw her feet up on the table. Who cared if there was a rule about it? Her feet hurtAfter a few seconds, she heard someone say, "There you are!" and cracked open one eye to look ( Read more... )

There were times Z missed Fandom High. When she was getting shot at or having cars thrown at her or doing the obstacle course, for instance. That stuff only happened in Fandom like, once every couple of months, not once a week. And Luke had been a much better roommate than Syd.

There were other times Z didn't miss the past at all. Like right ( Read more... )

( And now, the moment of truth )

The door to 317 stood open. Inside, its lone occupant was flipping through magazines and trying, as per usual these days, to ignore the empty side of the room.

It was lonely without Luke and Artoo. Z would be glad to be distracted.

((Open!))

Z stuck up a note to her cabinmates next to a sign-up sheet in the living room. The note read:

( read me )

Getting in ever so slightly ahead of the rush, I hope.

*refreshes friendslist*

...getting in somewhat after the beginning of the rush, then.

( Punk Means Cuddle: Zero )

I spent four days on Santorini in June of 2005. It was awesome and I loved every minute of it, the island is gorgeous and I love it wildly, but basically, here I am to be your helpful resource for the duration of our stay ( Read more... )

Z had no children. But after a run to Turtle and Canary, Z had Cheetos and candy. She also had stolen pixie extra credit booze in her sock drawer, music, and an open door. Any kids who came in her room were so getting sugared up. She was nice like that. Their parents probably wouldn't think so, but what did Z care? She was kid-free!

(Open!))