After the dangerous adventures in the kitchen, Irulan was very, very happy to stay from any kitchen in any given universe from now on. She now understood why only professionals were qualified to cook.

Now, she was preoccupied in preparing for the prom, she had a nice dress suitable for this time period but she hadn't found a headdress to match it, ( Read more... )

Irulan woke-up, dressed and saw a curtain of dead fur where the headdress she wore yesterday used to be.  She blinked at it, stared at it and poked it.

Then glared out the window, it seemed the school was bound and determined to demolish her headdress collection.

"Sometimes, I really dislike you." She announced to the school in general.

I really, really hate my net connection and my equally ancient computer. Posting and commenting is taking ages. Sorry for Irulan and Rose's lack of visibility on FH.

*kicks net*

Irulan lit a few candles, put on some ambient music and prepared to meditate. She needed her equilibrium back, considering how things went with Jack last night. She started out so well annoyed with him and somehow they ended-up with a promise of f ree cold confectionary, a lesson in knife fighting to onion flicking (which was oddly cathartic) and ( Read more... )

Irulan stacked her papers in a neat pile, her holograms in another and beamed proudly at the line of headdresses she had arranged by color and height. It was a good day.

(totally open!)

First her headress, then the furniture, now the socks.

She batted another pair of socks that's trying to nibble her left foot, stamped twice until it jumped away from her. She had an interesting day yesterday, a chat with a woman knight and a less pleasant and failed effort at flirting with that Steelkid person.

The socks leapt at her right foot, ( Read more... )

The wee penguins were gone and Irulan felt strangely... adrift. The penguins were amusing, to distract from her thoughts Irulan switched on her favorite music and began reading another set of history books.

(open!)

Irulan tried not to stare. Actually, she tried not to find the wee penguins adorable but it was hard since they kept insisting on being... well, cute.

"Climbing up the bed is fruitless," She adviced one wee penguin, "For you are small and flightless."

The penguins turned beady  watery eyes at her.

"You can stop that, I have been trained to ignore ( Read more... )

Irulan recieved the first batch of her mail with a raised eyebrow, especially the one from the Reverend Mother. She accessed the first file, it was her sister, Wensicia.

"It's not fair Father sent you off planet," Wensicia said, her hologram scowling at Irulan, "I should have been the one in your place, you always get the things I want! Don't reply ( Read more... )

Irulan is changed and prepared for the regular shooting practice with one Jack Harkness when her desk lamp, out of it's own volition, lifts its head and blinks its light bulb at her. She stare at it then reaches for the switch. Irulan returns to her task when, again, the lamp moves its head following her movement.

Irulan frowns, sure she switched ( Read more... )