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Moving on
Following in the footsteps of others before me, this post is to note that this journal, at this time, will not be part of any active role-playing game ( Read more... ) -
Evening. Tower Room. Fade to black.
Everything was packed. She'd considered, but hadn't bothered leaving messages for specific people. Yeah, it was kinda sleazy to run off without saying goodbye, but it was her moment to leave.
Instead, she'd tacked a note up in the second-floor common room.A smirk crossed her lips as she considered what she could do now that she didn't have to ( Read more... ) -
Journalism homework.
Having, happily, gotten someone to interview (and having forgotten to pay the wonderful person), Beka turned in her final project for journalism.
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Late evening.
Beka's log [Over the last few days, I have:
Jogged.
Pulled apart the Maru's engine again, looking for the fault. That may have been a bad idea.
Fallen out of touch with people.
Did not freak out over the final project I have not done.
Decided the Maru is a loss for now, and to concentrate on other things.
Did not flirt. Much.
May have eaten.] ( Read more... ) -
Evening, turret.
Having spent most of the day asleep, Beka finally woke and made her way to the shower. She'd found that the bruises had begun to fade and decided not to bother going to the clinic to get checked out. Besides, the run during the night hadn't been difficult ( Read more... ) -
After midnight, school grounds.
Aware that even though the curfew had lifted, it would behoove her to stay on school grounds, Beka finally got tired of trying to sleep--which was a laugh. She was exhausted from being a hamster, not to mention the odd pattern of bruises. She should be sleeping ( Read more... ) -
Friday night, late. (you want a specific time? 10:33 p.m.)
All things come to an end.
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Sunshine of the Eternal Hamster
Having been conveyed nicely to the common room, the hamster settled down in a corner and surveyed her current domain. On the one paw, there were loud and obnoxious students stomping through it, filling it with words and empty food containers and bad jokes, and (possibly) homework ( Read more... ) -
My life as a hamster....
Having spent the night and some of the morning, crouched in a corner, the hamster eventually decided she was bored and safe. She carefully crept behind the walls, searching for a way out that didn't lead to a cat (evil things, cats--they liked to eat defenceless little hamsters). After miles (seemingly) of small tunnels and rat-holes, the hamster ( Read more... ) -
Lost in... er... Squeak?
Having made the mistake of wandering into something that hadn't 'felt' right, Beka would probably have remonstrated with herself (after using a dictionary) about her thoughtless decision to do so. Since she was unable to do so, she merely skittered out of the field in the hope that it would help ( Read more... )