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[raced_god]

[Yeah, Falcon's around. You might catch him in the common room playing Contra and exacting some carefully calculated revenge on the man who robbed him of his prized high scores.]


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December already, huh. What's everyone's plans for the break?

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[boxingmidget.livejournal.com]

Hmmm, dunno. Probably gonna stick around here for the holidays at least. I know I gotta visit Doc and the guys at some point though.

[raced_god]

Get cold back home?

[boxingmidget.livejournal.com]

A bit yeah. New York City can get pretty freezin' in winter, it's pretty far up north.

[raced_god]

As cold as it gets here?

[boxingmidget.livejournal.com]

I...ain't sure. But pretty dang cold.

Lookin' it up, the coldest day in NYC was about -15 degrees. (http://ephemeralnewyork.wordpress.com/2009/02/10/new-york-citys-coldest-february-day-ever/) Waaaay back in the 1930's.

[whitedeviljack.livejournal.com]

[Poor Raiden. Poor Raiden. After the recent epidemic of horrible fanfics and other embarrassing fictional oddities floating around on the school's network bearing his name and likeness, the blonde had finally decided to crawl out of his room for something other than food and work. Lash had left him a lot of video games, but looking at them only served to remind him she was gone and... he didn't know when she was coming back. He needed another distraction, and found himself in front of good ol' Contra, in the common rooms. There was nothing quite like playing a few levels, enforcing his undisputed dominance and skill with the virtual game, and seeing his very awesome high score to boost his spirits.]

[whitedeviljack.livejournal.com]

[Yeah. Right there at the top. RAI.]

[whitedeviljack.livejournal.com]

[...Wait. That wasn't what he usually left. "RAI DEN SUX MYB ALL..." OH MY GOD...]

[whitedeviljack.livejournal.com]

[Raiden stares at the screen, mouth ajar for probably a good 5 minutes. Somehow. Somehow this DJF trumped his score. In spades. Raiden threw the controller at the ground and screamed before storming out of the room.]

[whitedeviljack.livejournal.com]

WHO IS DEE-JAY-EFF.

[blondprodigy.livejournal.com]

Ruining your plans.

[raced_god]

I don't have any plans.

[blondprodigy.livejournal.com]

We should make some.

[raced_god]

What would you like to do?

[blondprodigy.livejournal.com]

What do normal families do? Let's do the opposite.

[tank-rockarms.livejournal.com]

Go home and see my mom, probably.

[raced_god]

Sounds nice.

[punchvolcanoes]

Family outings! Video games! Waiting for Santa to pass by!

[She also probably watched you play and had no idea what was going on but FIRE EVERYWHERE she approves.]

[raced_god]

[Oh my God she still believes in Santa.

Oh my God. KEYWORDS.]

With your team?

[punchvolcanoes]

Of course. I have no other family, nor would I want any other. For Pokemon, it's not just a partnership, and we're all really lucky to have Red as our Boss.

What about you? Are you going to celebrate with your family?

[raced_god]

So I've heard.

You could call it that, I suppose.

[another-trace.livejournal.com]

I'll be heading home to my Aunt Jessica's for the holidays. Hopefully Dad'll be there too.

[raced_god]

Sounds like a plan. Long trip, or are you from nearby?

[another-trace.livejournal.com]

Not too far, I'll be leaving in the afternoon and getting there by plane in the evening.

[raced_god]

Well, have a safe trip, at any rate.

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