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Room 402, Wednesday evening
Jul. 20th, 2011 08:15 pmWhen Sam got back from her still being played out adventures in petty vandalism, she planned on kicking back with some leftover mammoth and enjoying some of the weirder videos people submitted to the iCarly website.
Seriously, she couldn't believe some of the stuff people wanted to put online. Sure, it didn't beat out running megafauna off a cliff, but then, few things did.
When Carly messaged to v-chat, well, that was just frosting on Sam's cupcake-y day.
( Cut for v-chat home )
After that, things mostly devolved into bouncing around squealing. Over v-chat. With a giant rib bone.
[ooc: door is closed, post is open, and squeals of joy are likely audible up and down the hall. HM's agent gently modded with permission.]
Seriously, she couldn't believe some of the stuff people wanted to put online. Sure, it didn't beat out running megafauna off a cliff, but then, few things did.
When Carly messaged to v-chat, well, that was just frosting on Sam's cupcake-y day.
( Cut for v-chat home )
After that, things mostly devolved into bouncing around squealing. Over v-chat. With a giant rib bone.
[ooc: door is closed, post is open, and squeals of joy are likely audible up and down the hall. HM's agent gently modded with permission.]
