Hm.

[x_husk]

I'm sorry, was this attack supposed to scare me? Make me angry? Cause me to seek revenge? Weild knives? Throw breakable things? I must have missed the memo. I was sure that's what I am supposed to be feeling, but now that it comes down to it, I'm going to finish this last chapter and do the sleeping soundly thing in my own bed.

Good job to you. See you in the morning.

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[x-jubilee.livejournal.com]

Well, being your roommate and all, I'm kinda glad you're not doing the weilding knives or throwing breakable things thing. Some of us would rather not dodge crockery an all that.

Soooo. Ice cream tomorrow? The Fridge was somewhat blown up or somethin' and we better eat it before it goes off. (Okay, so there are other refridgerators in the place but its as good an excuse as any.)

[x-foliate.livejournal.com]

Ah, the good old days of crockery throwing. Admit it. You're secretly sad you missed them.

I'm always up for ice cream.

...

Okay, that's a blatent lie, I hardly ever eat the stuff, but this is a cause for celebration. No one is in a coma! Amanda is not half dead! Nathan's brain is unsprained! And Cain! Yaaaay Cain! Works for me.

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

Nobody's in a coma, Amanda's not half-dead, Nathan's brain stayed where it belongs, Mr. Marko's up and around, and we have barbecue venison steaks.

And we get to tease Alison about her brutal orgy of kitchen-destroying rampageyness.

Our batting average on invasions is really getting a lot better. :)

[x-foliate.livejournal.com]

Oh, I forgot those two! Thank you for reminding.

Yes indeed. I think the phrase is, we rule. Yes. Yes we do.