Room 417, Thursday Afternoon

[iamnotallgirl]

So, there was weirdness going on outside. Again. Luckily, Jill had an Action Plan! It was pretty much her usual plan for when there was weirdness. Repress Deny Avoid hadn't worked out so well, but Avoid still worked fine, as far as she could tell. She'd given brief though to duct taping around the windows, but ultimately decided that might be overkill. Now, she had food and downloaded episodes of Be Good Johnny Weir, aka 'Jill's new favorite show,' and teen movies for when watching a figure skater basically have sex with his foot massager got old (which she figured would be about never), and figured she was good for the duration.

((Open door, open post!))

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[iamnotallgirl]

Jill winced. "Scathing, I'm not sure I can do, but we should totally go shopping soon. I like looking awesome," she said impishly. "So probably I shouldn't eat all of this cake. But I'm going to anyway."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Sounds good to me." Dinah grinned. "And that's what it's there for. Cake makes you happy, and I'd bet money that Alfred's cake is still healthy or something."

[iamnotallgirl]

Oooh, it was butler cake? Awesome. "Cake and crazy figure skaters. What more could a girl ask for when there's crazy out?"