I'm no VIP. I'm not even an IP

I'm just a lonely little P sitting out here in the gutter.

[OOC: Disclaimer]
[neu] haaaaaaaaaaaair
canadianpopstar
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MCA #-1 [morning]
[!!] sleeps omg
canadianpopstar
Had this been the morning after prom, Robin would have likely, by now, staked an all-night vigil and waited for Bobby and BJ to show up.

But since it was just the day after the Valentine's dance, she didn't think to. Nothing weird had ever happened after this before, of course. So she just slept, her head buried under a pillow and the rest of her curled up against the other warm body in the bed. Very, very typical morning in the Scherbatsky-Fraser household.

Very typical.

OOC: Holiday Card Time!
[!!] MERRY FREAKIN' CHRISTMAS
canadianpopstar
Merry whatever-you-celebrate! I actually bought my cards early this year in the hopes that I'll manage to send them out in a somewhat timely way, so comment here with your name and address if you'd like one from me! Les comments, they are screened, naturally.
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MCA #-1 [early morning]
[neu] to do evil or to not do evil....
canadianpopstar
It was hardly an odd occurrence, super-charged sex drive week or not, for Robin to snuggle up to Fraser in her sleep. Nor was it unusual for her to not be a morning person, or for her to protest when either of their alarms went off.

Or, even, for her to say, "I don't wanna go to work," into a shoulder or a pillow. So really, none of these things were particularly out of the blue. "I think we should just stay in bed."

She had no idea.

[for le modded husband!]

MCA #-1 [afternoon]
[she's a he] beaming!
canadianpopstar
So, Robin had been a dude a couple times before. And when it'd happened yesterday, it had been -- well, surprising, but not the worst thing ever.

But now that it hadn't worn off? This was less than awesome. The dogs were...sort of confused, though really, they'd seen this before. Robin was getting a little bored with wearing Benton's clothes, though, considering that they didn't fit right -- even as a man, her shoulders weren't as broad, and she was a little on the lankier side.

But the one thing she was enjoying was the fact that her hands were finally large enough to really do things she wanted to. So Monday afternoon, Robin was sitting cross-legged in the center of their living room, trying to keep the dogs at bay as she considered the dual prospects of a huge electric screwdriver, and a wobbly chair. Sure, the chair could be fixed by an allen wrench or something, but she had huge hands that could actually work the screwdriver correctly! She worried about no manicures today!

Power tools, as it turned out, were sort of fun.

[for the husband wife.]

Hotel Riu Palace, Aruba [Friday afternoon]
[neu] haaaaaaaaaaaair
canadianpopstar
Robin was stretched out, under the lovely, warm, Arubian (was that a word? Whatever, it was now) sun. There was a drink at her side, and sunglasses on her face, and back was totally rid of kinks and any weirdness, thanks to the massage she'd received earlier. And if she needed another drink, too, she knew there was a very attentive little cabana boy type person who'd scurry right through the sand to her lounge chair to deliver it to her.

Bliss. Pretty much the perfect honeymoon. Or at least the perfect vacation. The whole marriage thing hadn't made her break out in hives, nor had she set herself in fire in a panic or anything, either! And in fact, she kept getting free things, every time she mentioned it was her honeymoon! Awesome! Sure, Benton had taken more advantage of the resort's nature-y things than she had, but whatever. After bugs, and then a wedding, and then more bugs, Robin deserved to drink and lie on a beach, thank you. Besides, she'd played in the water and gone scuba diving earlier in the week. Good enough.

Clayoquot Wilderness Resort, British Columbia [Saturday late afternoon]
[neu] haaaaaaaaaaaair
canadianpopstar
While guests may have been arriving as early as Friday at the resort to stay in their luxurious tents, it wasn't until Saturday afternoon that the dock and surrounding area really looked like a wedding was taking place there.

The atmosphere was more casual than most weddings, with simple, subtle flower arrangements in red and white (for Canada, naturally) and minimal decoration otherwise, and chairs flanking either side of a center aisle. The day itself was crisp and cool, thanks to the breeze off the water, though it might get warmer as they moved away from the water's edge later.

[you will wait for my ocd, bitches. OCD IS UP! And the reception is over here as well!]

MCA #-1 [evening]
[neu] haaaaaaaaaaaair
canadianpopstar
Robin was exhausted as she opened the door to the apartment. When she was greeted by three of the dogs but no Benton, she felt a quick stab of worry -- but no, they'd fixed the stupid machine, he wouldn't have voided out again. "Benton?" she called, bending to pick up Peanut, since he seemed a bit anxious.

[for Jonas! ...wait, no. right player, wrong character. hmmm.]

MCA #-1 [morning]
[neu] haaaaaaaaaaaair
canadianpopstar
Robin had brought home another dog the night before. A dog who, in fact, was not normally a dog, but since Benton had been asleep when she got home from the bar, she'd just settled Jake (who was rather indignant at being treated like one of the other, normal dogs, or at least Robin thought so) and curled up in bed.

Now that it was morning, though, Robin had -- as usual -- pretty effectively taken over the bed, and was sprawled across Fraser. She'd wake up whenever he did, and she could tell him then. Or maybe she'd just let him think she'd picked up a Newfie! ...which she had, sort of.

[I MODDED FRASER HAHAHA TRY AND STOP ME.]

MCA #-1 [afternoon]
[neu] haaaaaaaaaaaair
canadianpopstar
Robin was seven. And as a very important seven year-old, Robin had important jobs. Like feeding the puppies.

Unfortunately, Robin was, you know, seven. So when she tried to feed the dogs via the bag that was bigger than her, dog food spilled all over the kitchen.

"There you go, puppies!"

She thought that was pretty good.

[for that icky boy.]

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