The dream is occupied by two very specific people. Thelma herself, and a blonde girl who is, most definitely not Emille. There is a bed, and frilly underthings, and touching not appropriate for a G-rated audience ( Read more... )

Right. Gainful employment. I seem to be in need of it again. Anyone got use for an adorable, mouthy girl who has meager skills when it comes to menial tasks and didn't actually finish college on account of being stabbed?

Anyone?

Please?

Oh god, why am I wet? Ella, did you put me in the tub?

...This isn't the tub. This is the fountain. The Fountain.

And my communicator! I... I'm back! The City, God bless it, I'm back everyone!

Oh, thank you very much. I get to remember that I don't like blokes like that and have a penis. Some set of curses, deities. Reeeeal clever.

You know, why the hell is it that none of the porn I can find in my room has a single naked bloke in it?

This isn't right at all. I mean, don't get me wrong, women are pretty and all but... prefer a good stiff one, you know what I mean?

...and yes, that is an invitation, if the right fellow buys me a meal, first.

[ooc: Yeah, I was cruel an hit ( Read more... )

Oh, fuck you very much, deities.

...Kara, you feeling better?

...Anything interesting happening out there?

Thelma Bates is officially bored.

Oops.

Sorry everyone. Was a little distracted this weekend. Did I miss anything exciting?

Oh. This again.

Shit.

[ooc: Anything goes. Anything.]

Some day, I'll do something interesting that isn't indicative of me being a total slag.