| [**Tags**|flea, lee adama]WHO: Flea and whoever (OPEN TO ALL PLZ)WHERE: Wandering the halls of the baseWHAT: Flea's arrival on the baseFlea was wandering the halls. He (she?) made no noise as he (she?) went, as his (her?!) feet were a comfortable six inches above the ground. Walking was soooo last year.Everything had been fine. One minute he's hanging out in Ozzie's Fort, brushing his hair, and the next he's in this place. Somehow it managed to be even drabber than Ozzie's place. What a downer. No color at all. He was going to have to do something about this. He'd talk to someone, get some materials. He would make it ~*fabulous*~As well as drab, this place was boring. Dull hallways with dull doors and dull intersections. He had yet to see anyone. And that?That was boring. Flea didn't like boring."Hello, darlings! Come out, come out where ever you are!" |
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