Open House Apartment Post

[psychette]

A message from the mun: This is sort of an open house post. Anyone is welcome to drop in or out to see her apartment, say hi, and eat food or play video games. Psych muses are especially welcome. Slow or fast RPing, either is fine.

Jackie switched off the vacuum and surveyed her handiwork. The apartment was clean from top to bottom, from kitchenette to sofa. (she'd even dug out an old lollypop wrapper that she was sure had been stuck there sometime in the 80's when the couch was sold to her dad...and $1.10 in change) Jackie wrapped up the cord and stuck the vacuum in the closet out of the way and shut the door.
Let's see....the apartment is clean, check...
....goodies were made, double check...
She even had Uno and Twister standing by if things got too boring...
Jackie swiped one of the oreos off of the plates of snacks she had set buffet style along her kitchen counter. Chips, cookies, and soda of various kinds. Munching on her cookie, she hopped over the top of her couch to set herself right in the middle of it contentedly. She clapped her hands dramatically over her head as she laid back on the couch. "Music!" Her music player attached to the clapper under the tv kicked in, her own mix cd blend of 80's music, the beatles, and Gerschwin jazz. "Perfect," she said with a smile. Picking up her nintendo controller, she turned on her snowboarding game that she'd been trying to beat earlier that week. Nothing much to do till someone shows up I guess, she thought to herself as she guided her female character down the snowy video game slopes.

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Jack takes a drink from the bottle and then a handful of chips and downs them too.

"What? Er...no. Haven't seen him." He grimaces at the bottle but that doesn't stop him from taking another drink, followed by andother handful of chips.

[psychette10.livejournal.com]

*smirks a bit at his grimacing* "Well, I did warn you...you sure you don't want a pepsi or something instead? I don't know what possessed them to make such an awful flavor. It was some sort of Thanksgiving special. It came out with brussell sprouts, cranberry, and pumpkin....which I did taste the pumpkin..." *makes a face* "More like pumpkin air fresheners flavored."

Jackie picked up her video game controller again and her character unfroze from their midair turn and did a backflip before landing on the snowy slope. "I haven't found a chance to say the name Meredith to him yet. I was half tempted in leaving a lemon on his desk and watching the results."

[hates-cliches.livejournal.com]

Jack snorted.

"No matter what you think of, it'll have been done by me or Sheppard. That is, the Sheppard from my reality, not the Sheppard you met."

He took another swing from the bottle and smiled.

"It's not that bad once you get used to it!"

[psychette10.livejournal.com]

*makes a mock gag-me face and is relieved that he finally smiled*
"Ok, how many things have you tried on him? Details please."

Snowboarding character poised itself for a jump and rode down the side of the virtual mountain on the lip of the edge expertly....before tripping and falling into out of bounds. "Argh, almost had it..."

[hates-cliches.livejournal.com]

"Well, lemon on the table, pretending to put lemon in his food and..." Jack suddenly burst out laughing. "That's sucks. The funniest moment is classified!"

[psychette10.livejournal.com]

"Aww! No fair! Not even a hint???" she laughs and goes to check on the hotdogs on the stove. Forks one into a bun and asks if he'd like one while she was up.

[hates-cliches.livejournal.com]

"Please" Was Jack's answer to the food.

"If I tell you you, you have to promise that it won't go between us, and if it ever does, I didn't tell you. Okay?!"

[psychette10.livejournal.com]

Jackie grabs ketchup and mustard with one hand and balances two hotdogs in buns with her other as she comes back to the couch. Unloads on the coffee table and hands him his to make it up as he wants.

"Girl Scouts honor," she says as solemnly as she can.

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Jack put ketchup on and ate the hot dog within seconds, washing it down with more of his drink.

"Alright then. Well, Sheppard carries a lemon in his pocket at all times. Even on missions. And on one particularly bad one, after all their weapons had ben taken away he says..." Jack starts laughing again. "He says..." More laughing. "He says, Look-look on the bright side. I've got your lemon Rodney!" Jack doubles over laughing at the memory and the image.

[psychette10.livejournal.com]

*snickers* "What was his reaction? More importantly, did you get pictures of his face when he said that?"

[hates-cliches.livejournal.com]

"Unfortunatly, I wasn't there and Sheppard didn't have his camera but I can assure you it was a picture. As for his reaction, you should find a Sheppard who knows about it." Jack just grins.

[psychette10.livejournal.com]

"Aw, too bad..."

"I dunno, the Sheppard I know and I don't seem to get along too well really...which is too bad, I keep hearing good stuff about him." *shrugs* "I guess some people just don't mix well together."

[hates-cliches.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. And I doubt my Sheppard is around here anyway."