[HIATUS]

[windandwater]

This is it. I'm leaving the house in a little bit to go to the hotel, so I'm pretty much going to be absent from LJ and online for the rest of the week. Even if the hotel has free wireless, I think I'll be too stressed out to take advantage of it.

As I did last time, this is now A TOTAL SPAM POST.

Run wild, people. Link me to anything you want me to see or read, babble endlessly, RP in here, or -- and Mikke did this once and holds the spamming title in my LJ for it -- post all your fic here. XD! I approve of cat macros and pictures of cute animals. I also approve of smutty pr0n (fics and art yayz), and cuddly domesticity (fics and art yayz). Go ahead and try to break my e-mail, and give me much love.

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EDIT...

It's 2pm and I just wanted to tell everyone that I'm checked in and such. And the internets are not free. ;__; But I've got one day of it so I will see if Trickster works.

Oh, and...

ONLY 15 COMMENTS?! I SAID TO SPAM. SPAM LIKE YOU MEAN IT.

Comments

Re: Why change a winning formula?

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

Peters shrugged. “Sure you don’t want to take a break? There’s someone here to see you. And she’s not very patient.”

Re: Why change a winning formula?

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

Giles’ expression turned to dread. “Oh god! It’s not your Nancy, is it? I understand that she’s the Chosen One, the only Slayer in all the world, and so on, but does she have to be so full of herself?”

Re: Why change a winning formula?

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

Peters grinned. “Someday, Rupert, you’re going to have a Slayer of your own. I just hope I’m there to see your face.”

Re: Why change a winning formula?

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

Giles shuddered. “God save me. Tell her, once and for all, that I’m quite happily married.”

Re: Why change a winning formula?

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

“I should hope so,” came a female voice from the hallway. Peters’ grin widened even more, and he stepped aside to let Marie into the room.

Re: Why change a winning formula?

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

Giles’ face lit up, and he stood up so hastily that he nearly knocked over his chair as Marie came around the desk and into his arms. “Marie! What are you doing here?” he demanded, though not unhappily, as they came out of a kiss.

Re: Why change a winning formula?

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

She gave him one of her sweet smiles. “I knew you wouldn’t be taking good care of yourself,” she said reproachfully, eyes sweeping his paper-cluttered and refreshment-bare desk. “So I brought you some tea and a muffin.” She produced a thermos and a package from under her coat and put it on the one clear space in his desk.

Re: Why change a winning formula?

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

Giles had to smile, too. “Thank you, Marie. Was there anything else you needed?”

Re: Why change a winning formula?

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

Her smile faded somewhat. “I... I hate to nag, but I was hoping you would be finishing up here soon. Remember, ‘Cyrano de Bergerac’ opens tonight, and you said you... might like to go.”

Re: Why change a winning formula?

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

Giles struck his forehead in mock dismay. “That’s right! I promised you we’d go tonight. All right, dear, I don’t have to finish this now. If you’d wait over there for a bit, Marie, I’ll be ready to go soon.”

Re: Why change a winning formula?

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

He turned to his friend in the doorway, who, forgotten, had been watching the entire scene with amusement and a little envy. “Thank you for showing her up, Greg. Greg, this is Rose Marie Giles, my wife. Marie, this is Greg Peters, my co-worker and friend.”

Re: Why change a winning formula?

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

“Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Giles,” he said politely, tipping his hat. “I’m afraid I have to go now, though. I hope to see more of you in the future?”

Re: Why change a winning formula?

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

“Call me Rose,” Marie had said, turning her gentle smile on him. “I hope to see you around, as well.”

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