Olive had the room to herself for the weekend! It was sort of weird, not having Karolina around, but hey, she was going to live it up. She was going to go wild in her single. She was going to do something crazy, maybe! She was...going to work on her Halloween costume. Today she was finally sewing the feathers onto it, which would destroy the ( Read more... )

Olive was on a mission. A mission of...not being a shitty friend. So she was perched on her bed with her laptop, scrolling through Lucas Lee's DVDs chapter by fast-forwarded chapter. She hadn't really paid attention before to where explosions were, and whether they all had them not. She knew for sure she didn't want the one that looked like it was ( Read more... )

Olive had a dress, and there were all sorts of...girl artifacts heating up and sitting in bottles on her bathroom counter at the moment. And as yesterday had proven, she wasn't bad at putting a look together, she was just sort of an...extremist. She didn't need to look like a hooker. (Even a classy one, for governors or athletes ( Read more... )

Olive and Sia's suite, unlike the teenage hedonistic palace it'd played host to last night, was the stuff of housekeeping and motherly nightmares this morning. There were liquor bottles strewn about (some of them fuzzy -- thanks, Cade) and beer bottles and cans alternately stacked neatly in small towers and scattered carelessly ( Read more... )

It had all started so simply. Olive had just thought that, given how spacious the suites were, it was a pity no one seemed to be hanging out in them much. So, given that she'd wrapped up her activities for the day and figured that most people were doing the same, she texted a bunch of people with a general, Come hang out in Olive and Sia's room! We ( Read more... )

Being two years (ish) out of her own time meant that every now and then, something snuck up on Olive in Fandom that she hadn't experienced just yet. Sure, most things were the same -- Internet looked the same in 2010, most of the movies she'd last seen weren't 'old' yet, and fashion hadn't run away yet ( Read more... )

Olive came back from the beach probably earlier than she should have. She made the rounds and talked to the dude-girls, left her ice there, and came back home because her boob envy would kill her she didn't even really go to big drinking-type parties much when everyone wasn't bouncing around in random bikinis, anyway ( Read more... )

Olive had been productive today. Ish. Sure, part of her day had been spent sleeping in late and eating untoasted Pop Tarts. That was valid ( Read more... )

So, Olive's one and only class had been first thing in the morning and then...that was it. Easiest school ever, yeah. Sure, she had online homework from her other, real classes, but today she'd gotten to watch a movie ( Read more... )

( 'Did you pack your swimsuit?' )