What you really needed on a quiet sort of weekend like this (other than having an excuse to plan for chocolate, and lots of it, which she loved) was a project. In Angela's mind, the best sort of project was an art sort of project. Any excuse to let her creativity flow ( Read more... )

Angela was done with avoiding ( Read more... )

Angela couldn't say she was a complete stranger to waking up in someone else's bed and honestly not remembering who they were. Normally she had more of a headache to show for the night that led to it, but... She wasn't complaining at the lack of that. The only sign that she'd been at The Lab on her Friday night was that telltale ringing in her ears ( Read more... )

Most people would be a little cranky, stuffed into an elf costume against their will.

Not Angela.

Honestly, given the excuse to dress up, even if it was thrown on her at the last minute was kind of a fun change of pace, and the little hat and shoes were kind of adorable in her opinion. Angela chose to look on the bright side. She looked cute ( Read more... )

There were probably productive and useful things Angela should be doing on a Monday evening... homework, or applications for art schools... Something.

Instead, she was sprawled across the middle of the bed behind her laptop. There were things. Really, really adorable things that required her attention.

Just because she couldn't actually have one ( Read more... )

The weekend was so very welcome right now.

After the last couple of days, a quiet day felt like just what she should be having. It had taken the best part of yesterday to get rid of the glitter still clinging to her, and she had been lying low, just in case. Yes, Angela could lie low. She just didn't like it all that much ( Read more... )

It was early. That much Angela was aware of. It was everything else about her current situation that seemed to be going quite pleasantly right over her head ( Read more... )

It had been one of those really kinds of lazy weeks. Not that she was actually complaining about that, but Angela did feel like she'd done absolutely nothing, and wasn't changing that at all right now. Almost felt like she should go out, maybe find something to do.

Somehow, she hadn't got to that yet, though. She had ice cream, she had a trashy ( Read more... )

Being a fluffy little red panda was all very well, and kind of entertaining for a couple of days. Give it a week, and she was less enthralled. Week and a half, and she could do with changing back anytime now.

So the fact she'd gone from cute and fluffy to (still cute!) but human at some point during Monday night, would be something for celebration ( Read more... )

Fortunately for Angela, none of the drama of this week was affecting her at all, and she was purely lounging around because it was a quiet evening she was feeling a little lazy, not because she wasn't sleeping well -- and if she was lacking any sleep, it probably couldn't be blamed on anything supernatural ( Read more... )