Independent Study - Thursday, Period Three

[wandering-stone.livejournal.com]

Jones office looked pretty much like it did the week before. There was Jones reading her email, muffins and coffee and the remnants of an eel zero gravity unit and air tank.

Clearly Jones thought it could use further study.

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Re: The Death Ray!

[myownface]

Yeah, in the corner over here? Sparkle is grumbling. A lot. And saying terribly rude things about the Enigmarons' mothers.

"That's right. Athlete's foot. And what are you gonna do about it, huh?"

Re: The Death Ray!

[wandering-stone.livejournal.com]

Oh. Now you've done it Sparkle. The alien may not speak English but he certainly understands the phrase "Athelete's foot"

It's now threatening you in the way of it's people. By hopping on one foot and shouting gibberish.

Though one has to wonder how they tied Sparkle up when they only have feet...

Re: The Death Ray!

[myownface]

"Oh, stuff a sock in it, buddy," Sparkle muttered, shaking his head and rolling his eyes. "Or I'll start talking about that nasty ingrown toenail your sister's got, too."

Re: The Death Ray!

[nobloodymessiah.livejournal.com]

"Need a hand?" Eleanor asked, teleporting in front of Sparkle with a bit of a flourish.

And punching one of those weird creepy dudes while she was at it.

She should not be this happy about blood and carnage. She was very sternly trying to tell herself that. But her eyes were dancing all the same. It was fun, dammit.

Re: The Death Ray!

[myownface]

"If you untie me before any of these giant plantar's warts can dance at me some more, oh my god I will love you forever, girl," Sparkle promised, wide-eyed. "And do me a favour and punch another one of those bastards right between the knees, would you?"

Sparkle was totally willing to enable the carnage, here, considering.