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Voicemail
Hey, you've reached Miley and I'm not here right now. Leave a message after the beep! -
OOC: Availability
RL is kicking my butt right now and it doesn't seem to be letting up, so I'm pulling Blair and Miley from the game for this term, at least. Abby's sticking around for this term to teach, but that'll be all she's doing for now. As always, you can reach me at my lovechildblair gmail addy, or through my personal lj. Oh, and Blair and Miley's departure ( Read more... ) -
Monday morning, from 2nd floor common room and hallways to room 210
Miley had woken up on a common room couch, clutching a tiny stuffed mouse and wearing her Hannah wig. That fact was lost on her as she remembered the stuff that happened over the weekend.
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Room 210: Tuesday morning
Miley was busy not studying. She was reading magazines, texting her friends, and trying on clothes. There had been a brief panic period earlier when she had run out of stalling tactics and almost had to study but she was saved by the apperance of a dust bunny.
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Room 210: Thursday Morning
Miley was in a state of permanet embarrassment. She stuck a sign on her door and hid back under her covers.
Knock if I borrowed your clothes yesterday
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Tuesday afternoon: Mainland and on the way to Fandom
The cab driver had just turned on his available light when both back doors opened and two voices chorused, "Fandom Island!"
( A popstar and a goth chick get into a cab... ) -
Early Friday morning, Room 210
Miley's cell phone beeped from under her pillow and she peeked at the screen before answering it.
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Room 210: Monday afternoon
Miley had been busy surfing the internet studying when the email from Lorne had popped up. After a quick call to her manager to make sure it wasn't a hoax, Miley stared in shock at the computer screen.
"I am so screwed!"
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Friday After classes, Room 210 and down to the causeway
Miley grabbed the garment bag holding Hannah Montana's costume for the show tonight. She hadn't gotten a chance to brush out the wig, too nervous about Turtle spotting it, so she tucked it under her arm with a brush so she could work on it in the car. Picking up her cell, she punched in a familiar set of numbers ( Read more... ) -
OOC: Info, secrets and superpowers
Actually, no superpowers. Next semester I'm going to app someone with major superpowers. Like Jesus or something. He might get preachy sometimes and he'll be all emo about how his dad hates him, but turning water into wine will make him a hit at the dances!
OOC info: ( which is cut because I care! )