::Molly sat at a table in the lounge, setting up one of the board games at random. One of the boxes seemed to move around mysteriously. Not that she was about to explore that, as creepy as it was. What she really wanted was to play with someone, anyone really. Slumping down in her chair, she stared at the game and its pieces.::

::Molly stood in front of the ballot box, carefully looking over the choices for co-conductor. The only ones she vaguely recognized were Maria and Ned. They seemed like they weren't so bad, but she wanted to make sure she cast the right vote. After all, this person was going to help run things...and the wrong person could mess everything up worse ( Read more... )

::Molly was currently in the carnival's arcade, playing Super Smash Bros Brawl. As she navigated Samus' actions, she hurriedly pressed buttons (almost expertly) to try to put Pikachu down. Hey, it deserved that.:: Stupid mouse! Just die already! ::Things appeared to be rather close at the moment. It could either way for this round. But she was ( Read more... )

::Inside the new cooking station, Molly idly fingered the various condiments for some pepper. Upon finding it, she dumped a large amount of it into the confection she was making. It smelled oddly, looked like vomit, and was hard to stir as it was extremely gooey. Since she felt there was no way this was edible, she contemplated what to do with this ( Read more... )

::Inside of That Gift Shop, Molly was trying on some hats. She had already run out of original hats that she had managed to somehow bring from home, so she wanted something new to show off. The selection at the airport, unfortunately, sucked. One she put on was a generic red cap, which she quickly discarded. Next, she placed one that had 'I <3 Hall ( Read more... )

::Things sure were lonely inside the train now that Howl had left. Molly hadn't grown particularly close to him, but it had been nice to have someone to share the room with. It had almost been like having a small reminder of how it was back at home. As in, there was always someone there to look out for her. Releasing a sigh, she dug around her room ( Read more... )

::Sighing, Molly gazed around the dollar store she had just entered. She had no idea of how to pick out a gift or of what her gift exchange partner, Dr. Hojo, would even want. In fact, she suspected this 'Dr. Hojo' of being a supervillain of some kind. After all, only villains liked to call themselves by their 'doctor titles' to show off how ( Read more... )

::Thanksgiving on the train reminded her of the ones she tended to have at home when she lived with her parents. Having a boatload of weird people coming into her house to eat a lot, stick around, then laze about. Molly went into the dining cart to get a snack. To her dismay, she was served with aluminum foil wrapped leftovers.:: Not again... Yuck.

::Molly had been sitting in the lounge, reading the Deathly Hallows book that she had borrowed from Dr. Horrible. Though, she wasn't really having much fun. Thoughts about her home continued to cloud her mind, making her feel distracted. Her letter home had been to Klara, mostly a set of babblings about what had happened, who she had met, and ( Read more... )

::It was HOTNever in her life had Molly gone through such scorching temperatures. And she lived in Los Angeles for most of her life. As she walked, she continued to heave and groan over the heat. If only she could have one of those portable fans that some people liked to carry around ( Read more... )