Room 317, Thursday Night

[multiplez]

She didn't know why she was doing this, other than a sudden attack of something like homesickness. But Z sat down at her desk, fired up her computer, and started typing a letter she would never send.

Dear Jack,

And then she didn't know what to say next. 'You're a moron and I miss you'? 'Holy cow, this school is chock-full of Power Rangers'? It wasn't like it mattered anyway, so after staring at the screen for about ten minutes, she sighed, deleted the document, and went back to pirating music.

Gosh, she hoped SPD wasn't monitoring her computer...

((Door is closed, post is open.))

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[multiplez]

Z had been thinking of getting a bodysuit and hotgluing some pipe cleaners to it, in hopes of illustrating to him exactly how horrific it was. "It was pretty bad," she said gently.

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. One of my dupes burned it," Jamie said leaning up against the doorframe. "Oh well. So how've you been, Z? Doing anything interesting?"

[multiplez]

"Go, dupe," she said enthusiastically. Then she shrugged. "Not much." She gestured to the synthetron on the wall and added, "I can make purple pancakes."

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

Jamie looked at the thing on the wall and then at Z. "Purple pancakes? What is that thing?"

[multiplez]

"Purple pancakes. It's a synthetron. What's up with you?"

[multi-madrox.livejournal.com]

"What the heck is a synthetron? And why would anyone want purple pancakes?"