Guten-tag Hopclop!! (PARTY!!)

[Liz]

Aw, don't worry, Beej. She'll come around eventually. In the meantime, how 'bout showin' me the songs ya wrote?

[A Tear to Shed]

*sliiiiiiides in*

I have like, 3 minutes.

I self-inforce my own curfew rules. I'm pathetic.

But I really should be reading The Scarlet Letter (I'm too lazy to use italics) now. And I feel guilty if it isn't done before I go to bed, especially when I don't have a study hall or lunch before English class tomorrow.

I'm a lazy over-achiever, let's put it that way.

Anywho, whazzup kiddos?

[Emma]

BJ: Lesse.... I wrote this one *holds up a pice of paper* about the bar... And another one about boxes...
ME: What about the one about your secret pretzel stash...?

Oh darn, brb...

[Emily]

Eh, not much.

*goes and gives the Phantom a hug*

Phantom: What the heck?
Me: I ALWAYS wanted to do that.

[Liz]

LOL Go Genine!

Hiya Rae! Mr. Wonka misses you. Go glomp him.

Oh, and Beej....those songs kick-ass! ;D

[A Tear to Shed]

*nods* WILLEH!
WW: Oh shi--
ME: *glompifies Wonka*
WW: Goody.
ME: HAAAAAAAAAAA.

Phantom: What the heck?
Me: I ALWAYS wanted to do that.

Aww!

ME: What about the one about your secret pretzel stash...?

Yeah, Beej. What about that one?!

EW A BUG JUST FLEW IN MY FACE AND IT'S UGLY AND BROWN.

[sojuske]

Back. Hi Emma, Gen, Rae, Liz. ^_^
Ah Rae, The Scarlet Letter. I disliked that book... SOrry ^^; So glad I'm done with that though.
*looks at Rimmer* You ok?
*he nods*
Do you want me to explain to Liz about Ace or you?
Rimmer: Heh, I guess I can. It seems Ace Rimmer is another dimensional version of me. However, he came to me, oh, about 309 years into our voyage.
Me: Taking out the time spent in stasis and turned off, about 7 years.
Rimmer: And he was dying and it turns out Rimmer's are chosen by the dying ace when it's their turn to be the great hero, Ace Rimmer. So Ace died and I had to take his spot which included, the wig, the flight suit, the sunglasses, the ship and the attitude.
Me: And we don't know what happened to that Rimmer since then. Hopefully he didn't die without passing the torch on.
Rimmer: Didn't die. *laughs*
Me: Hey, Holograms can die... though I think you've already broken that record.
Rimmer: I don't want to hear it.
Me*whispers out of his earshot* I think he's died about 4 times by now but keeps coming back as a hologram due to temporal changes and time streams going in and out of balance.

[Liz]

Wow. That's really fascinating (totally NOT sarcasm). You got an interesting life, dude.

[sojuske]

Rimmer: Thank you. So...
Me: I'll let him get accustomed to you.. Heh.
Rimmer: Um um. do you want a wormdo?

[A Tear to Shed]

Okay, yeah, I really should have started reading by now.

Blah. I'll seeya guys later. Bye.

WW: *phew*
ME: Oh, I have enough time for that... *glomps him again*
WW: *sigh*

Ciao!

[Emma]

I am back...

AM: I'm back from sayin g hi to everyo-
BJ: HEEEEEEEEEEEEEY!!!
AM: Hi Bonejangl-
BJ: Wanna hear the pretzel song?
AM: Sure... ^^;
BJ: Ahem *clears throat*
I have a closet
And it's got something inside,
but it's something that I like to hide- *gets bonked on the head* What?!
AM: What just happened...?
BJ: I don't... Know...

[Liz]

Cya Rae!

Me: I'll let him get accustomed to you.. Heh.

*raises an eyebrow* Okay then.

Rimmer: Um um. do you want a wormdo?

I'll give ya an answer once you tell me what that is.

[EbonyStar]

It appears I have some stuff to quote. I shouldn't even be here right now cause I still have that friggin paper to write that was due the friday before vacation and, for me, is now due tomorrow (or else I'm dead meat.......heh, dead meat = "carrion." sorry)
But whatever. I'll post quickly.

ME: *stands up* Excuse me, Ember. I'll be right back.
EMBER: No need for threats.

*starts cracking up* Wow. That was really funny, actually. I let out a "Ha!" aloud over here when I read that. Good job, you two

ME: *immaturely sticks tongue out at him & walks over to Carrion* Hiya.

Oh dear

ME: Yes, I'm fully aware that we've never talked before. But...you do at least know of me, right?
CARRION: Of course. You're one of the little gremlin's pathetic friends.
ME: *laughs* You used her nickname!
CARRION: It does seem fitting, after all. Now why are you here?
ME: I wanted to see what you were writing.
CARRION: *glares* What makes you think it's any of your business?

I think everyone has tried saying that to Liz before. She never cares if it's her business, though. Watch out for that in the future

ME: 'Cause I say so. *glances at the writing* Is that a journal?
CARRION: I wouldn't call it that. Merely observations of my surroundings.
ME: Meh, that counts as a journal in my book. And unfortunately for you, I have absolutely no respect for other people's privacy. *snatches it away & looks at it for a second*

Uh oh. This could get interesting

CARRION: *quickly snatches it back as nightmares flash*

Huh. That was far too peaceful for my taste

MORI: So, what did you see?
ME: Not too much.....but I did manage to catch the words "gremlin"

ME: *laughs* Nice

"large, entrancing eyes",

ME: *blushes*

"impeccable writing talent"

ME: I agree with only two of these so far

"almost unbearable yet strangely fascinating". And they were all placed very close together. *smirks*

*tries to avoid "large, entrancing" eye contact with anyone*

MORI: *grins widely*
ME & MORI: *squeal & giggle like mad*

ME: *blush has reached just about full potential by now* Oh, stoppit. You guys are gonna break a window if you get any louder

ME: *turns to face Ember* So....
EMBER: *grins* ......buttons.
ME: *says "buttons" in unison w/ Ember & rolls eyes* You're as predictable as Tara.

I'm predictable in the sense that you can count on me being either completely predictable or incredibly random

MBER: *feigns sadness & frowns* You hurt my feelings.
ME: *raises an eyebrow* You have feelings?
EMBER: Ouch.
ME: Ah, lighten up, Sparky.
EMBER: *glares* I thought we agreed you wouldn't call me that anymore.
ME: Yes, and we also agreed you wouldn't call me "kid" anymore.
EMBER: .....*nods* Touche.
ME: *glances at the clock* Well, I gotta go now.
EMBER: *sits at the piano* Alright. *starts playing randomness* See you tomorrow?
ME: *nods* Uh-huh.
EMBER: damn..
ME: Ha ha ha. Funny.
EMBER: *smirks* I try.
ME: *smiles* And succeed. 'Night.
EMBER: *looks up & smiles a little* Goodnight.
ME: *walks out the door hiding her blush & her extreme happiness*

ME: *sits next to Ember and mutters, only outwardly annoyed* She can hide it cause her blush isn't reflecting red light all over the room
EMBER: *laughs at the thought*

*sliiiiiiides in*
I have like, 3 minutes.
I self-inforce my own curfew rules. I'm pathetic.

*rolls eyes and smiles* Nothing like having Rae in the same room to suddenly make me feel not embarrassed anymore

The Phantom is a totally huggable guy. That's not even sarcasm. There's something about him that's huggable. Maybe it's cause he's tall or something
EMBER: I'm tall. You don't call me huggable
ME: Would you like me to?
EMBER: .......*smirks* You know who else is tall?
ME: I'm not listening to you
EMBER: Gimme a C!
ME: .......
EMBER: Gimme an A!
ME: You're pathetic
EMBER: I try
ME: *walks off.......to a certain corner*
CARRION: This is becoming unhealthy
ME: I'm not a health nut, don't worry
EMBER: This coming from the girl who advertises how bad melting is for you
ME: Hey, I haven't melted in months. That's the only health thing I worry much about. That and my sore throat
CARRION: You sound a bit.......
ME: A bit what?
CARRION: .......raspier
ME: Not too much
CARRION: No. But it's noticeable
ME: *rolls eyes* Thank you *sits on table* .............entrancing?
CARRION: *looks caught off guard*
ME: The thing about this place is, you know what goes on even when you aren't here. IAnyway, I wouldn't say entrancing. I might say.......piercing, or pale, or sharp, but I'd never consider "entrancing"
CARRION: *is obviously not going to reply*
ME: *small smile. kicks feet together*

[Emma]

Wait, I'm really confused.... What the heck is going on? There's like 3 different conversations going on...

[sojuske]

Rimmer: Wait... I messed that up. Um.
Me: Liz, it's a pickup line.
Rimmer: No it's not! *looks at liz then at me* Yes it is... *hangs head*

Hey Emma, yah. Sorry ^^; Ah Tara hiya! *waves waves*