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entrancelogs2007-12-25 01:55 am
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I'm dreaming of a green christmas~ ?
Who: Rattrap & various persons
Where In front of his door, on Floor 8.
When: Near midnight, Christmas eve.
Rating: G (For once).
Summary: 'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
the Story:
Sure it was nearly midnight, and therefore nearly Christmas. Rattrap really should be in bed, or at least in his room. He didn't want any cases of mistaken identity, especially in this place. Primus only knows what the little newboots might do to him.
But slagged if he hadn't wanted a grilled cheese sandwich. Getting to help add some verisimilitude to the whole 'Santa ate the cookies you left out' thing definitely helped, even if he wasn't a big milk fan. Cheese was much better, really.
But that was a while ago, and now he was arguing with his door.
"I swear," he half-whispers angrily at the door, "This is the last time I ever use your OS, you know what, right? I'm replacing you if you don't let me in. I gave the right voiceprint!"
He smacks the door when it retorts with a denying beep, and continues to argue with it in hushed tones. Thankfully, there's no one there to notice him.
Right?
Where In front of his door, on Floor 8.
When: Near midnight, Christmas eve.
Rating: G (For once).
Summary: 'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
the Story:
Sure it was nearly midnight, and therefore nearly Christmas. Rattrap really should be in bed, or at least in his room. He didn't want any cases of mistaken identity, especially in this place. Primus only knows what the little newboots might do to him.
But slagged if he hadn't wanted a grilled cheese sandwich. Getting to help add some verisimilitude to the whole 'Santa ate the cookies you left out' thing definitely helped, even if he wasn't a big milk fan. Cheese was much better, really.
But that was a while ago, and now he was arguing with his door.
"I swear," he half-whispers angrily at the door, "This is the last time I ever use your OS, you know what, right? I'm replacing you if you don't let me in. I gave the right voiceprint!"
He smacks the door when it retorts with a denying beep, and continues to argue with it in hushed tones. Thankfully, there's no one there to notice him.
Right?