nohaircutsplz: ([comic] the tired hair icon (bb))
Last night had been glorious, thank you very much. Maybe not the best night ever, but no one had died and there had been no massive property damage, so Medusalith was counting it as a massive win. And now she was lying in bed (thoroughly not dead). Alone, sadly. Blackagar had had to go to the library. His devotion to duty was so touching, and she supposed she would have to get used to it.

((For that kid.))
nohaircutsplz: ([comic] Lockjaw is a sad puppy)
So.

My new, fast, awesome satellite internet is in lolno territory for some reason--signal strength last time I tried to connect, negative 114--and has been all day. I somehow lost the password for the dial-up account on my new computer, so I had to drag the old, crappy, literally falling apart computer that had it saved on it out of a closet to make this post. I love you people a lot. Never forget that.

I will be back whenever the hell a satellite drifts into range. It could be five minutes from now, it could be forever from now. God, please let it be soon. This applies to [livejournal.com profile] nohaircutsplz, [livejournal.com profile] ashockingbitch, [livejournal.com profile] eyebrowgoesup, [livejournal.com profile] exspeedydotcom, and [livejournal.com profile] screwyoumarvel, whose class is, at this point, cancelled due to hormones.

This sucks so hard.
nohaircutsplz: (OMG YAY!)
Medusalith had started her day by realizing she had hair and the right body again--in that order--and then shouting, "Thank the Mists!" because that totally wasn't unusual if you were from Germany. Totally.

She'd spent the rest of her day playing dress-up in her winter wardrobe, because she could wear her clothes again. Bliss!

((Open door, open post!))
nohaircutsplz: (wearing the royal purple)
Medusalith had had a long day already. She'd had Cultural Appreciation and then...yes...cheerleading practice. Now? Now she'd hauled out the contents of her closet (she still needed to retrieve the rest from Blackagar's) and was sorting everything into two piles, taking over her bed and her desk: suitable for wear in cooler weather, and not. The second pile was much larger than the first, and the next step was to pack it all up and send it, with Lockjaw, back to Attilan for storage with a request that she please be sent her cold weather wardrobe via return canine, while hoping he didn't take any side trips with her clothes. She was given to understand that there was some sort of ball coming up, for which she would need formal attire, as well. The other option was to buy human clothes, and that wasn't happening.

Crystalia could have been terribly helpful in this whole process if she'd known she was coming, but no.

((Open door, open post. Half the room is covered in clothes, glorious clothes.))

Voice Mail

May. 2nd, 2010 05:46 pm
nohaircutsplz: (Default)
"Am I using this thing correctly? Never mind, I don't care. You have reached Medusalith Amaquelin. I am not available at present. Please leave your message and contact information after the 'beep,' and I will contact you when I am able to do so."

BEEP.
nohaircutsplz: ([comic] in a pool of hair)
This infopost also applies to the charming [livejournal.com profile] hotmugofstfu , with whom it was co-written. I blame her for any nonsense.

Canon: We Can Has It )

So Who Are These People? )

So What Are They Doing Here? )

And Why Are Their Names So Weird? )

In A Nutshell )

I'm sure we've forgotten something. Again, I blame [livejournal.com profile] hotmugofstfu. Questions Comments? Conditioner? Pie?
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