major_west

So I was going to go for a little dip in the pool-- take a break from all the kids here (I mean, after this little slice of 'motherhood,' I don't think I'll ever fancy the thought of having children. Lovely little darlings, but 18 years of this?)-- when it was just filled with this gunk! Looks like somebody spilled fruit punch into it or something, although knowing this place, it's probably blood or some other rubbish. Honestly, is a little upkeep too much to ask for around here?

Well, at least the jacuzzi looks alright. Billy Any lads, care to join me? Oh, nevermind that, it's a bit too weird to go have a sit down in nice, bubbly water while there's a pool full of blood or what-have-you nearby.

Well, there must be something to do in this dreadful place. You won't find me going off on one of those ridiculous death trap floors, of course, so we'll have to make our own entertainment here, if anybody's interested in taking a break from their fretting and complaining.

Hmm... I've got some things in my kitchen-- Oh! Fresh baked cookies! How does that sound, children? And Morgan, I've made you a nice sandwich with a glass of milk, so sit down and eat it now, alright?

Oh, look at me, going on like a regular Bridget Jones in this silly little diary!


[OOC: West's been CONSUMED by the genderswap flood and has become a vaguely airheaded stereotype, alas. LUCKILY, he'll run down to Level 2 eventually, then come back as Dumb Jock West to harass any geeks or burnouts <3

AND: Strikes unreadable]