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Sam was playing Spider Solitaire and illegally downloading music when his phone rang. He didn't recognize the number, so he answered with a cautious, "Hello?"

A British man asked, "Is this Samuel Wildicky?"

( Not exactly )

I'm safely ensconced in my internship and my sublet, and therefore back!

Did anyone miss me? It's okay to lie.

Sam was IMing with Mikaela when another window popped up--from Bumblebee. The message was: Your phone is about to ring.

And it did.

( Phone call! )

The door to room 501 flew open, and out into the hallway stepped Sam, wearing an impossibly wide grin, a lampshade on his head, a couple of bite marks on his ankles...and nothing else.

"I feel too strong to war with mortals--BRING ME GIANTS!!!"He careened off down the hallway, shouting a wordless battle cry--right up until he ran into the wall, ( Read more... )

Chas Kramer woke up on Saturday morning in a strange place, in a strange bed, with a chihuahua with a rhinestone collar licking his face. This wasn't actually the weirdest thing that had happened to him since he'd met John Constantine, but it was pretty weird, if not in the cool way he kept hoping things would be. He now had a more full and ( Read more... )

What kind of FH-er would I be if I didn't take this chance to jump on it?

In no particular order...

( A Punk Princess )

Sam paced his room while he spoke to his mom on the phone:

"No, Mom--Mom, I told you, I can't make it for Thanksgiv--because I'm at boarding school, Mom. In Maryland. No, it's definitely not Virginia, it's a long--no, I can't drive out. I--it's a long--I sure am gonna miss Aunt Ruth's turkey," he said, trying desperately to change the subject ( Read more... )

Sam and his good hand were having an excellent time getting acquainted with his new Wii. "Whaddaya think, Mojo?" he asked his Chihuahua. "Maybe I should get hurt more often if it's going to net me cool loot like this." Mojo just blinked at him. "Yeah, maybe not," he agreed.

((Open!))

( Tying up loose ends )