I'll be leaving in about an hour to go to the airport to fly to Vancouver to go to a SPN con. I, being the internet addict that I am, am taking the laptop with me and will do my best to ping in when I can (whose idea was it to have the con during newbie weekend?) but I won't be around as much as I would if I was home. Also, will be on PST until I fly home Monday.

So my characters will be around, but sp is definitely going to be a thing.

(OMG CON! YAY)

for all of my characters, including my new one (which also talks about his power and how I'm planning on playing it), is over here.

Don't let the bandwagon leave without me. Also cut and paste is my friend

( The thief )

( The other thief )

( The hunter )

( The other hunter )

( The Watcher )

( The player )

The cabins, Parker had to admit, were a lot nicer than she'd been expecting. It hadn't taken long for her to bring her stuff down from the dorms and stow it in her alcove. She'd just arrived after all, and it wasn't like she had a lot to move anyway.

Now she was sitting in the living room, munching on some of the snack food she'd hoarded from the picnic and flipping through the tv channels. If she wasn't careful, she was going to get used to it here.

[ooc: open to other LBJ'ers]

Being told she was being moved again didn't exactly come as a shock to Parker. It had been happening on a depressingly regular basis for as long as she could remember. At least this time there wasn't anything blown up -- least that they attributed to her. That always meant lots of doctors and councillors asking her about her feelings and what was right and wrong and did she know the difference.

It was a lot better when they moved her just because she'd outstayed her welcome. Even if every one of those explosions had felt really really good.

But still, she wasn't surprised when they social worker came and told her to pack up all her stuff. What did surprise her was where she was being moved to -- not another oh so proper foster family or another group home or anything like that. This time she was being sent to a boarding school. On an island. Where she would be expected to take classes all summer.

Oh, that sounded just peachy keen alright. Parker consoled herself that it couldn't possibly be worse than several of her past placements and if it got too bad, she could just run away. Again. She was getting better at it. One day she was going to run and not come back.

But for here and now she was stuck on a bus going to this new school. If it kept to its schedule, she should arrive in the morning. How thrilling.

What kind of name was Fandom anyway?

Leave a message and if I want to talk to you I'll call you back. If not I'll erase the message and continue to ignore you. Just so you know.

Bandwagons are just sooo trendy...

( The thief )

( The Other Thief )

( The Hunter )

( The Other Hunter )

( The Watcher )

( The Player )