008--Dear Diary

[flashknickers.livejournal.com]

[And here we have Annie, sitting at a table and writing in a diary. Well, chewing on her pen. And drinking tea. And then chewing on her pen again, until she figures out something to write. In which case she writes it.

Also, there's a lamp. An oil lamp. Like a genie's lamp. And she just rubbed it.]


Oh, well. Worth a try.

Comments

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[hi Annie! Gene is looking at you funny. er, funnier]

[flashknickers.livejournal.com]

[....Smiles!] Hello, Sir.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

[nods toward the lamp] What's that nonsense for?

[flashknickers.livejournal.com]

My aunt sent it to me, as a thank you for taking care of her.

[didorothy]

And you call me crazy.

[flashknickers.livejournal.com]

What makes you say that?

[didorothy]

I don't know, just a feeling.

What are you writing? [leaaaaaning over to see it]

[flashknickers.livejournal.com]

[May cover some stuff she was writing about him up] Oh, you know. Short stories about genies.

[didorothy]

Genies named after people from your life?

[flashknickers.livejournal.com]

Why not?

[didorothy]

Or [reaches out to steal] it could be your diary. How does that story sound?

[flashknickers.livejournal.com]

[Attempts to stop him. It may not work] A bit more right.

[didorothy]

[snatches it... and then hands it back. Sam is a prick, but he is not a diary-reading prick. Usually]

I didn't think you kept one. Nothing in there that could get us put away, I hope.

[flashknickers.livejournal.com]

Oh, you never know.

[didorothy]

And what sorts of things do you write about me, WDC Cartwright?

[flashknickers.livejournal.com]

What makes you think I write about you at all?

[didorothy]

Don't you?

[flashknickers.livejournal.com]

Maybe, maybe not.