07th Landing . video . sleepover spam!!

[landfall]

Okay, hi, everyone who doesn't know: I'm Racetrack, I'm a pilot, I'm a warden, all of you are incredibly annoying and cute. I've got twelve bunks, sleepover at my place. There will be cards. Candy. Pizza? Stuffed animals.

Maladicta, Dean Winchester, Felix Gaeta, Ryan Hardy, if you are younger than 18, I require your attendance.

[ open spam ]

[ ...no really, Racetrack's door is open, and the bunkroom within is totally open. There are mounds of Zodiac-themed stuff piled on the center table and in the corners, and they include pretty much everything Zodiac-themed you could possibly imagine.

Racetrack is supervising. Have fun? ]

Comments

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[intelligently]

Do you want a hand or a non-child face? [ Not that Lydia is exactly the latter but she kind of counts, and she isn't affected, anyway. And if not she's under eighteen anyway so cannot be stopped ]

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[landfall]

Yes. Please

text -> action.

[intelligently]

I'll get down soon.

[ And that soon definitely is soon, as before too long (before an hour, anyway) there's a knock at Racetrack's door - just a courtesy knock even if it is open. So, Lydia might have lied a little about the non-child face (she's at least sixteen?) but she's still here to help ]

Hello?