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notcalledlizzie) wrote2006-12-06 05:03 pm
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239/240 - Wednesday afternoon
Despite having been raised in New England, Elizabeth didn't really like snow. It was fine for skiing, say, but she was quite happy staying inside in the warmth and watching the snow from her window.
One might accuse her of hiding, but she'd prefer to call it strategic concealment.
[[ooc: Open, although am slightly braindead from too many early mornings omg]]
One might accuse her of hiding, but she'd prefer to call it strategic concealment.
[[ooc: Open, although am slightly braindead from too many early mornings omg]]
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"Thor called me from his ship once," offered Janet.
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Elizabeth grinned. "My roommate," she said. "I take it you missed Rodney's ranting and raving earlier?"
"Actually Teyla and I just got here," said Ronon. "We were meditating."
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"She's a citrus-bearing demon!" Rodney exclaimed in the distance. "With needles."
Ronon laughed. "I like her already."
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"Hey!" Ronon frowned at Teyla, who looked serenely at him.
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"Shouldn't you be going out with friends instead?" asked Carson, looking worried.
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Janet grinned over at Elizabeth. "Best friend?" she asked, laying her head down on her arm.
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