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

[landfall]

[ what how did that work why who where whennnn.

True to word though she has options when Mal gets there. None will quite fit, but luckily Racetrack is fairly small herself. ]

Jeans, sweatpants, leggings, take your pick.

[ holy frak this is bizarre, Mal is tiny and in a dress. ]

[fuckvelvet]

[She's still looking surly, but uncertainly so, and is quick to grab the - what are these, jeans? She inspects them, then decides they're acceptable.]

[Turns on her heel toward the bathroom to change, then remembers something, turns back:]

I am not - cute.

[Now she'll go change.]

[landfall]

[ Enjoy the proliferation of stalls in the bathroom; you have a choice of twelve toilets.

Called after: ]

You are adorable.

[fuckvelvet]

[Slam door! Apply pants! Apply shirt! Fling door open!]

I am not!

[landfall]

Better than a skirt, huh?

[fuckvelvet]

. . . Yes.

Much.

[landfall]

I almost never wear skirts.

[fuckvelvet]

Why do you ever?

[landfall]

...it can be fun to look like a girl for once.

[fuckvelvet]

Not to me.

Anyway, that dress has a corset. You wouldn't like it.

[landfall]

Someone made you wear a corset?

[fuckvelvet]

They always make me wear a corset.

[Like Racetrack come on what are you new.]