((Directly after this , before the Yeerk Trial.)) It took awhile to find him, just because the ship was so big, but eventually Paco found Jaime messing around in Special Weapons, tinkering with something. "Dude," he said, knocking on the edge of the door. "I'm calling in best friend rights."

Yes, Sam Winchester was still secure in his cell, sitting on his bed, still writing in John Winchester's journal as he had been for much of the time since he'd been locked up. A stack of uneaten slop trays...him to back down, to start eating again. But each time he had refused, defiantly resisting any and all efforts to change his mind or sway him into thinking he was wrong. He wasn't wrong. He knew it

They say you can't smell in that state, but Yuri smelled it long before contact. Sure she heard the Chuff...Chuff... of its breath like a small steam engine and the click of its killing claws against...sleep. Or rather, she was afraid to. So, clutching her Borg under her arm, she hesistatingly walked the corridors. Maybe there would be a good book or she could have a midnight snack in the sensoriums

Alright. City status: Not Blown Up. It's good laser tagging weather, if I do say so myself. And I do. My shift is so over early, and I am proposing we do this thing like...fiveish? For those among...in on this action! I'll send you directions and prices. Oh, and one last thing? Being on Team Beetle automatically makes you a winner. Just saying. ooc; HI BRB DOING MY JOB BACK IN LIKE 3 HOURS

Jaime Reyes is a very, very busy young man. This is because he's been keeping busy, basically acting as a director and go-between all the little teams working on all the little things they need to GTFO... no. 80s slang isn't any better, and no I would not prefer it--seriously, stop saying 'radical.'" Despite the talking to himself, even though he's engrossed in his little plans, he does look amused

Oh. My God. Be right back; gotta do a Google search on how to clean a couch and cleanse my mind. No, actually, yay for everyone no longer going insane--it really helps make room for more stuff to...that I'm encouraging it--I'm just saying. This stuff comes in waves. Stupid waves. [Private to Abby] Hey--you busy tonight? ooc; all replies voice unless otherwiseblablablablaYOU KNOW THIS

Title: Not Being Dead Should Mean More Kissing Author: shananagin Claim: Blue Beetles Characters/Pairing: Jaime/Kon, Bart/Tim Rating: PG Word Count: 913 Prompt : fanfic199... Nothing is mine! Author's Notes: Written for my Superboy in an Unusual Pairing Month! WHICH ALL OF YOU SHOULD QUICKLY WRITE OR DRAW SOMETHING FOR AND PARTICIPATE IN HURRY HURRY MAY IS ALMOST OVER

[locked to Jaimehouse of Young Avengers and Mom and Duck and whoever's there idk] Hey, so I'm gonna be out all night on account of gigantic lizard monsters razing neighborhoods and me having to try... If there is a laser tag place after this. Whoever's on board for tackling the 'Zilla should let me know, or I might accidentally block them out of the area when stuff starts going down tomorrow

[Friends] I'm moving out to the city on Friday for a month. I need a break from the castle. [/Friends]

[Jaime is flying baby Ofelia. He reconfigured the armor around his hand to make a safety harness. Because wow, how dangerous is this? Ofelia is enjoying it, though. After a while of flying, he descends down to the ground and lands not that far off from Ty Lee] Annnd there. On the ground! Wasn't that fun? [OOC: Backdated to the Wednesday afternoon]