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tampered2009-04-09 04:23 am
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Log; ongoing
When; April 8th, about 4PM
Rating; R for drug use /o/
Characters; Peony (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
peonis) and Jade (brbcorpsehunt)
Summary; Cursed hippie Peony and not-cursed Jade chill out in Peony's room.
Log;
Peony rolled Jade--the cute, porcine one--off his lap and glanced around his room. Piles of clothes, trinkets, and other paraphernalia almost completely covered the floor, making walking nearly impossible. He took the joint from between his lips and grinned, satisfied at the mess in the way that arguably only a stoner could be. Not that he was a stoner, but that day's curse had decidedly turned him into one for the day.
Even so, he knew he'd have to make some room. There was just no way Jade would even fit, otherwise. He hauled Jade the rappig onto his bed and began to condense some of his piles. Normally, he wouldn't have bothered, but the curse had made him feel a deep, genuine love for his fellow man, and he knew that Jade didn't exactly love the mounds of junk.
After it seemed to him that there was enough room for Jade, himself, and the tray of brownies, he began clearing a path from the door to the center of the room. The thought occurred to him that perhaps the other residents of the apartment would like to join them in this circle of peace and love, but it left his mind just as quickly as it had come. Even if his high mind had been able to hold the thought, he really preferred Jade's company to everyone else's--though he wouldn't usually admit it so readily.
Rating; R for drug use /o/
Characters; Peony (
peonis) and Jade (brbcorpsehunt)Summary; Cursed hippie Peony and not-cursed Jade chill out in Peony's room.
Log;
Peony rolled Jade--the cute, porcine one--off his lap and glanced around his room. Piles of clothes, trinkets, and other paraphernalia almost completely covered the floor, making walking nearly impossible. He took the joint from between his lips and grinned, satisfied at the mess in the way that arguably only a stoner could be. Not that he was a stoner, but that day's curse had decidedly turned him into one for the day.
Even so, he knew he'd have to make some room. There was just no way Jade would even fit, otherwise. He hauled Jade the rappig onto his bed and began to condense some of his piles. Normally, he wouldn't have bothered, but the curse had made him feel a deep, genuine love for his fellow man, and he knew that Jade didn't exactly love the mounds of junk.
After it seemed to him that there was enough room for Jade, himself, and the tray of brownies, he began clearing a path from the door to the center of the room. The thought occurred to him that perhaps the other residents of the apartment would like to join them in this circle of peace and love, but it left his mind just as quickly as it had come. Even if his high mind had been able to hold the thought, he really preferred Jade's company to everyone else's--though he wouldn't usually admit it so readily.