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[mansons.livejournal.com]

[See that icon? That is a very accurate representation of Sam's current state.

She's brought a school desk with her upon arrival, and is just sitting there, face down. After a rather loooong moment, she picks her head back up again, her expression a dead giveaway to her annoyance. ... And then, she headdesks again, and stays down.]

... Really?

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[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Really.

[mansons.livejournal.com]

[That's a new voice. She looks up and blinks at the stranger.]

... Umm, right. ... Can I help you? [She then realizes how ridiculous she probably looks sitting in a school desk in the middle of "space", and scrambles to stand up. Ahem~]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Are you in any way amusing?

[mansons.livejournal.com]

Are you in any way worth my time?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Interesting question to ask a Time Lord.

[mansons.livejournal.com]

[Sam is Not Impressed.]

I'll take that as a no. I'm not all that fond of ego.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

'Arrogance' would be the better word to use. Wouldn't want to confuse things with Freud. That never ends well.

[mercwamouth]

Hold on, one more time.

[mansons.livejournal.com]

[She sits up. Looks at him. And man, does she want to comment on the get-up he's wearing, but she won't. For now. She just smirks.]

What, third time's the charm or something?

[mercwamouth]

No, I just thought it was getting progressively funnier.

[mansons.livejournal.com]

I could hold up a mirror.

[mercwamouth]

I don't have a reflection. I'm a vampire-ghost.

[mansons.livejournal.com]

[She leans back in her desk chair, arms folded, considering him for a long moment...

And then she stands. She walks over and goes to lightly sock him in the shoulder, wondering if her hand will go through or not.]

[ghostlighter]

... 'Really' what?

[mansons.livejournal.com]

[She doesn't even sit up.]

Danny and Tucker. Just got caught trying to sneak out of class because Danny thought there might be something nearby.

[ghostlighter]

Why would— [Wait a minute. He pulls a cell phone out of his pocket, checks to see if the thing is even on or if there are missed messages, then puts it away.] Okay. Right, then. Why couldn't they just call me or something?

[mansons.livejournal.com]

[And now she sits up.]

Oh, yeah! About that! Danny says he hasn't seen you in a while, and that you're not where he usually sees you. So... maybe that had something to do with it?

I mean, I'd say it's because we're not supposed to have our phones with us at school? But I bet you anything that at least Tucker has his with him anyway.

[ghostlighter]

Wait. Wait. Back up. He says he hasn't seen me? I saw him last night!

[mansons.livejournal.com]

You did? ... But it was just this morning that he mentioned for like the ten thousandth time that you were nowhere to be found!

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[Chris watches the girl in slight confusion and fear. He's had bad experiences with teenage girls.]

Uh. Something the matter?

[mansons.livejournal.com]

My idiot friends are at it again. That's all. [She sits up, resting her chin in her hands and sighing heavily.]

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

Oh? Yeah? Did they get you in trouble or something?

[mansons.livejournal.com]

No, just themselves. It just happens so often that it's getting to be really stupid.

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

Yeah, teenagers are weird. [He stops.] Er, sure you're not. Or something. Just in general. They are.

[mansons.livejournal.com]

Hah. Thanks for that, man. [She shakes her head, the edge of her mouth quirking into a partial grin.] Not a fan of the youth of today?