Talking to yourself is a sign of intelligence . . . {AL's #1 Blue-Eyed Jedi}

Midnight snacks and pre-planning

*pokes about the fridge*

*yawn* . . . *blinks* Mrr?

Just me, Hooks. Go back to sleep.

*hops up onto the kitchen counter* Lisa? What are you doing up?

Just grabbing a drink and making sure Luke hasn't found any of his party stuff yet.

Party stuff?

*nods* Saturday is Luke's birthday. I got extra food. I still have to get a cake.

Oo, cake.

Wednesday: September 22, 2004

Sneaky Jedi...

*sneaks through what he thinks is an empty house, poking about cabinets*

*pops up* Luke?

*jumps twelve feet* YIKE!

*leaps up, startled*

*tries to calm his pounding heart* Hooks, you scared me!

*meekly* Sorry.

S'ok . . .

Why are you sneaking around the house?

Looking for the things Lisa's gonna use to set up my birthday party.

o___O?

I know Lisa. My birthday is this Saturday. She's planning a party. She's trying to hide it, but she's planning a party.

You're positive?

*continuing to poke about* Absolutely.

Can you sense her intentions?

*stops poking and leans against the counter* Through the link, no. She's always been good at hiding things through that. However, through the Force, she's hiding something, but I don't know what. I'm still sure it's a party. I betcha that's why there's no one here. She's shopping or something. Want to help me look?

o_O Um . . . *scurries*

I'll take that as a no.

Thursday: September 23, 2004

Things went well

*bangs on the bathroom door* Luke, you've been in there for over an hour!!

*from the shower* It isn't my fault your shuttle sprayed me with lubricant!

*sits on his bed* Well, what did you do to upset her?

*finally exits the bathroom, dressed from the waist down and towel-drying his hair*

*^^* Shirtless Luke~~~

*flips her with the towel* Put your eyes back in your head, Lis. It's nothing you haven't seen before.

Still so yummy after all these years. ^^

Have I thanked you for the party yet? (See? I told you they were having one for me. *grin*)

Oh, I think once . . . or twice . . . a day . . . since Saturday.

*chucks the towel at her* Very funny.

*tosses the towel in a hamper* So, what did you do to my ship?

Nothing I did!

Then why the lube shower? Come on, what did you do to her?

Nothing! Really, that ship has the same temperament as you do.

Naturally.

You might want to scrub down Shorty, too.

O_O Him, too?

It's your ship.

-.- Yeah, well . . . I'll give him an oil bath later. Yanno, it's also your own fault for wanting to try out those tools we got you for your birthday. Did it have to be my ship, though?

Hey, you wanted some upgrades.

Yeah, well . . .

*grins and takes her into his arms*

O_O Oh, wow, do you smell good! *breathes him in*

Any other post-birthday plans, Lis?

*mesmerized by the scent* Um . . . I think there's cake left . . .

Thursday: September 30, 2004

Fall has fallen...hasn't it?

*comes in from outside* Okay, correct me if I'm wrong...it is October, right?

*reading a book on the couch with Hooks in her lap* According to the calendar. Why?

Because it's, like, 70-something outside for once.

It's supposed to be 77 tomorrow.

This is not October weather. This is May weather.

Is Mistral playing with the temperature again?

Dunno. *flops onto couch* Haven't seen her today.

How's that helping Medicus gig going?

It's real cool, though he still won't show me how he actually makes the medicines. He has me grind stuff and gather ingredients, but he never shows me how it all comes together.

He prides himself with that privacy.

S'true. He just might show you one of these days. I don't think he's ever had an apprentice before.

*blinku* Is that what I am?

*nods* That's what he sees you as, I'm sure.

*beat* Cool. *grin*

Thursday: October 7, 2004

This weather sucks

*comes in and flops down on the couch* This weather sucks.

*glances upward* Yeah, I think we've established that.

*nosing around the kitchen* Is it raining out?

Kind of drizzly.

*curled up on a chair* Isn't it supposed to be nice tomorrow, though?

If you can call low 50s and cloudy "nice".

Better than rain.

That's true. Rain makes everything --

Wet and miserable!

Er . . . well, yes.

It's very difficult to work on anything when it rains.

You were in the TARDIS all this time, tinkering away! It doesn't rain in the TARDIS.

No, but when the environmental controls malfunction, it can be very uncomfortable.

Quite. Remember Event One?

Amazing you remember that, especially how out of it you were.

*ahem* Yes, well . . . I don't remember much. I remember you . . .

Naturally. ^^

The memories fade in and out, but the one of you always remains.

Of course. Magic of the link, ya see? You never forget the one you love.

Thursday: October 21, 2004

Alnilam really doesn't have Halloween

We just use it as an excuse to pig out on candy. ^^

*curled up on the couch* Urgh . . .

But some of us are lightweights.

Too . . . much . . . chocolate . . .

No one told you to eat the whole box of cremes.

*slumped in a chair* Well, let's be honest, Lis. He didn't eat the whole box.

*munching on chocolates* Nope! He left the coconuts. ^^ *holds up coconut creme chocolate*

Ugh . . . don't mention food . . . x__X

*lying on another couch* Would you call chocolate "food"?

Aiiiee . . .

Guess so. *pets Tommy* Poor baby.

*groans*

Hey, we all overdosed a little on the candy.

Except Data. He can't overdose on candy. ^^

*mouthful of chocolate* Mrr?

Yeah, you, too. You seem to have an immunity to chocolates or something.

^^;

Wednesday: November 3, 2004

Again!!

I can't believe this!

*holds head* Aeii . . .

Oh, sorry.

*bringing Tommy a heating pad* Now what?

It's raining.

Supposed to be windy tomorrow.

*groans*

*plugs in pad and turns it on* Yeah. Almost 30 mile-per-hour winds.

*cuddles under the heating pad and a blanket* Is Mistral behind it?

Pfft. Who knows? *pets Tommy*

*groans*

Again, no one told you to eat all that candy.

*mrrphs and rolls over* Stop~

Aww, sorry. *petpets*

*flops down onto a chair* I can't hang with Medicus if the weather is like this.

Sure you could. Just don't get blown over.

*glare*

Don't do that. I'm much better at it.

-.-

Thursday: November 4, 2004

It's starting...

*comes in from outside once again* It's Mistral!!

*snuggled up by the fire* What's Mistral?

*curled up on her lap* A unicorn?

Other than that.

Remember that bout of snow we had the other day?

*still curled up on the couch, feeling better but liking the warmth of the fire* How could we forget it?

*sitting on a chair reading a book* Considering it made everything white for about 5 minutes.

*browsing through the kitchen* Ye sayin' Mistral caused it?

*nods* I just was told today while I was picking berries for Medicus. She's been showing off her powers to the others and screwing up the elements again.

You know, someone should talk to her about that.

*sitting at the kitchen table, munching on chips* Haven't her parents?

I think so, yeah. Oh! And that's not all!

Oh?

Corona's pregnant!

O_O O_O O_O O_O O_O O_O

Exactly!

Wow, that's neat. I think we should all go pay her a visit! Let's go!

Thursday: November 11, 2004

This weather sucks...

Didn't we say that before?

Mistral was also making it warm out, but now that cold front is back and it made it rain. -.-

Rah.

Yeah.

How's the new mother?

Corona? Hasn't given birth yet. It'll be soon, though. Real soon.

This is so exciting. I wonder what it's gonna be.

A baby?

A boy or girl, dummy.

^^;

Friday: November 20, 2004

Um...oops?

*flops down on couch* Yeesh! This couple of weeks has been busy.

*flops beside her* I'll say.

*collapses onto a chair* Well, with the Doctors' anniversary, Wind Chaser's birthday, the birth of Corona and Daystar's new son . . .

They name him yet?

Not that I know of.

*tinkering with component from the TARDIS* Not to mention that big dinner we had on Thursday.

Thanksgiving?

Can you call it that? *hands Doc5 sonic screwdriver* Does Alnilam have Thanksgiving?

*scratches head* Well . . . what Earth calls "Thanksgiving Day" is Wind Chaser's birthday, so we -- or they -- celebrate that, really. I eat a lot of turkey, though. ^^

*eating turkey sandwich* There's still leftovers.

I think there will be for a while.

Good thing we all like turkey.

*ahem*

With the exception of the vegan in the family. *petpet*

Heck, even Data had turkey.

It was part of my analysis of traditions.

Mm-hmm. Hey, at least Mistral made the weather nice most of Thursday. Pity she couldn't keep it up.

I thought you didn't like her screwing with the elements.

I don't, but, hey, it was warm! That's all that mattered.

Until the sun went down.

And it started to rain.

Yes, well . . . nobody's perfect.

Thursday: December 2, 2004

Tis the season...

*singing slightly off-key* Deck the halls with boughs of . . . *stops* Damn. *looks around* *calls* Guys?! Where's the holly?

*lugging a huge box of Christmas stuff* Did you even get holly?

It has to be here. How am I supposed to deck the halls without holly?

*untangling lights* Do you think you can deck the halls without wrecking the walls this year?

Hey, no one got hurt.

*with garland strung around him* Fluffy almost got pinned underneath the tree.

*ahem* No one got hurt. She escaped in time. Geez. You make one little mistake . . .

*sorting ornaments* "Little"? Lis, ye tried to put the star on top an' ye make the whole tree fall.

*glare* Too tall a tree, too short a person. Where's the damned holly?

*pulling out some oddly-colored holly* I believe this is what you're looking for, however, the leaves seem rather strange.

*snatch* That's what holly looks like, here.

*blinkblink* It's . . . blue.

Again, that's what holly looks like here. *beings hanging it over a door* Adam, where's the mistletoe?

*holding up a sprig* Um . . . is this it?

*glances over shoulder* Yup. Give it. *puts her hand out and levitates the mistletoe to her and proceeds to hang it in the doorframe*

Doesn't look like the mistletoe I've seen.

You're on Alnilam, dear. The planet of weird colors. *glances at clock* Huh. The Docs had to've gotten the tree by now.

*walking in carrying a tree with Doc5* How's this, Lisa?

Perfect! Stick it over there. *points to a certain corner*

It's . . . orange.

Still smells like pine, though.

*facepalms* Guys, you're on Alnilam. Remember that. Besides, it's just an orange tint. *rolls eyes* A pine tree is a pine tree, no matter how you slice it.

*blinku* o_O

Never mind.

*removes coat* It's cold outside.

*tying a bow around the banister* No shinola. It's winter.

Actually, winter isn't for another five days. *removes scarf*

That is the sad part. -.- Oh, well. Maybe Mistral can make this a decent winter.

Here's hoping.

Thursday: December 16, 2004

She's gonna what?

*bustles about one of the rooms in the Hall*

*sitting on the bed* What are you doing?

Getting things ready.

*washing the window* For what, exactly?

Your new housemate.

*wiping cobwebs from the ceiling* Who?

Erik. This was his room.

*blink* *blink* *blink*

*blink* What? Why are you looking at me like that?

Are we talking about the same Erik?

Erik, the Opera Ghost, right?

Yeah. What's the problem?

Isn't he . . . er . . .

Well, he's . . . uh . . .

What they're trying to say is . . . um . . .

Yeah, yeah. I get the picture. He's not exactly someone to be around a whole houseful of people. I think we discussed this last year or something, but, anyway, he's coming. I talked to him about it.

And he's okay with all of us?

Yeah. He'll probably keep to his room a lot. Hence why we're cleaning, so clean!

When's he moving in?

Sometime in January.

Thursday: December 30, 2004