Joxer had finally come back to his room last night, thankfully while Agnes was off visiting Teddy. He'd still had decided to change in the closet, just to continue that habit. He really did need to go get a private sea curtain for the room. He had fallen asleep in his bed, despite his fears ( Read more... )

nadiathesaint, who is also forgottenpants, actingreaper and superartie, is currently in a situation of internet deadness at her workplace. So you shall have to wait until situations alter themselvese before she'll be able to interact with you again.

Hopefully this shall all work out soon, yes.

When the man from the mainland shipping company arrived at the crack of dawn, he cursed his luck at seeing the large crate he had to haul all the way across the island to his truck ( Read more... )

Today, Joxer the Mighty was actually Joxer the Mighty ( Read more... )

Temperance Brennan woke up in a strange bed, in a strange room, in a strange body ( Read more... )

Joxer was lying on his bed, mumbling and grumbling. He had his armor off, and his shirt. For he was applying cubes of ice directly to the places where Walter had earlier given him a distinct lesson in ow.

Joxer was still a little dazed from his encounter with Aeryn earlier, so he decided to come back to his room. He stripped off the armor and got into a comfy tunic, and sat down, fiddling with the remote for the small TV that was in the room. There was bound to be something to keep the fellow occupied.

[ooc: For the girlfriend-type person.]

Joxer, despite being sore and bruised, had hurriedly made sure to clean up his room. He tried not to touch Max's stuff, and make sure he was all ready for Kaylee to come visit. The bed was made, his best clothes had been put on, and he'd even washed up.

He was a wee bit nervous, that was for sure.

[ooc: For Kaylee, obviously. And if the roomie ( Read more... )

Joxer, thankfully, had not been hanging upside the whole time since being ensnared during his time in Wilderness Surival yesterday ( Read more... )

Joxer awoke to water being splashed on his face. He sputtered and cracked open an eye.

"Max!" He groaned... but then he realized it wasn't her. "Who are you?" he asked the figure hovering over his bed.

[ooc: Locked to me and the ghost. Though if Max is around and wants to interrupt/gawk, that'd be brilliant and awesome.]