♥ oh be your own strength

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

[There is a gigantic four post bed on the Plane. Wrapped in its supple crimson sheets is none but Sirkka herself. Shirt? Who needs a shirt? A lacy purple bra is just fine, and no one knows what else she's wearing since the rest of her is hidden. She doesn't seem inclined to get dressed even though she has tea in her hand and bowl of fruit resting on a small table beside her.

She yawns, evidently more interested in staring up at the curtain than... you know. Putting on clothes.]

Ugh. Why does it have to be four in the afternoon?

[She rubs at her eyes.]

I have a lecture in half an hour. Thank God for the Plane.

[She shifts a little, then gives up and rests her head against the backboard.]

Fifteen minutes.

Comments

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

Tell me about your favorite vacation.

[With death metal going on in the background. YEAAAAH. She brushes out her hair while sitting there.]

[onehundredbeers]

Any disney theme park, hands down. Fucking great places. It's, it isn't even one specific trip so much as. Going there. That's awesome.

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

Never been. What's it like?

[onehundredbeers]

It's, uh, magical. That's one adjective... you could use.

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

All the commercials showed fireworks and people in uncomfortable ball gowns.

[onehundredbeers]

Um, that's sort of it. Like, uh, you can totally meet the characters from stuff!

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

Who's your favorite? [She smiles slyly at him while parting her long purple hair. Something is terribly cute and funny about discussing Disney with a death metal vocalist.]

[onehundredbeers]

Oh, geez. Um, that's a hard question. Fuck, I like a bunch of them. [Hm!!! It is think time. This is a very serious subject here.]