[Apparently the idea of being married to Tonks is highly, highly entertaining to Olive. She's laughing so hard she can hardly speak, and her voice is gasping and breathy when she does manage to get enough air.]

Toooonks~ Are we Mrs. and Mrs. Tonks-Snook or Mrs. and Mrs. Snook-Tonks?

[Another break for laughter.]We should go to Disneyworld for ( Read more... )

( mild spoilers for 2x10 'The Norwegians' )

[It doesn't take a lot to get Olive drunk. She's quite teeny, and sure, she's been eating, but she's been drinking more.

So now, she's teetering around in a pair of sky-high Jimmys, seeming very unstable yet staying upright, martini in hand, beaming as she watches everyone have a good time. Suddenly, a realization hits her: she wants to hug ( Read more... )

[ooc: LIKE I COULD RESIST WITH HER.]

( Canon )

~o/We're having a heat wave,
A tropical heat wave,
The temperature's rising,
It isn't surprising,
She certainly can ...

[Long pause.]What is it with this place? Last week it was hailing, now it's too hot, and ugh! I try not to hate things, because hate is a strong word, but I might actually hate this place ( Read more... )

[Olive's voice is bright, but her teeth are chattering so badly some of her words disappear.]

Wow, snow inside again, huh? It was [indecipherable] at Christmas but it's a little weird now! And it was so nice last week! I guess it's one of those [indecipherable] - if you don't like the weather, go inside for five minutes ( Read more... )

[Olive is sitting in the room marked for chorus, and is accompanying herself on the piano for her warm-ups.]

Mommy made me mash my M&Ms, oh my~
Mommy made me mash my M&ms, oh my~

[And continues in that vein. On top of the piano are some Broadway show piano/vocal scores she found in the library, so hopefully a pianist will show up too, because ( Read more... )

So ... about the other night. I, uh, don't actually remember much of it. Tonks, Ziva, I remember talking to you guys; I remember cuddling with someone, and for some reason I seem to recall a rabbit?But, uh, if you were in the lounge Sunday night and I cried at you, or hit on you, or did something equally stupid, thank you for putting up with me, ( Read more... )

[Following Church's revelation, Olive knew there was really only one thing she could do. So now, she sits alone in the lounge, lights off, the only illumination from the television, currently playing Breakfast at Tiffany's. A half-empty bottle of vodka sits next to her, and every so often, she takes a sip from it. Tears silently track down her ( Read more... )

( d&d? )