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"Yo. You've reached Sam's D-Comm. Leave one."
boomba: (go away...)
Well we've had a productive day, haven't we, Samantha?

[exhausted groan from Sam]

I don't wanna talk about it...

Not even after that spectacular win of yours? Honestly, I wish I'd been recording it. I would have expected you to be reveling in it.

Nooo... [urpy noises] I don't feel so good...

Ahh... well then... Kat, I do believe your student has over done it a bit. You might want to take a look at her to make sure she isn't going to die.

Also... does anyone know of a witch named Fifi? We had quite the encounter with her earlier and, well... Samantha managed to 'dispatch' her in a wonderfully fiery display. Again, I wish I'd recorded it.

Hnng... mama feels queasy...

I'm sure you do. How are your arms?


[amused noise from Mursa before the comm disconnects]
boomba: (zigga-wah?)
... I think...

I think... I need a job.

[why yes, that is the sound of Sam trying to hold back the urge to be ill.]
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Hey. Spence. I think something weird happened 'cause... Mursa is just standing in place, I woke up with my face in a bowl of what I think was ice cream at one point, and it's a totally different date than I remember...

And I need a shower. Yuck.
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[quiet sigh]

Happy Birthday, Carly. Sorry I couldn't be there...
boomba: (zigga-wah?)
[Video comes on to Sam's face. She looks annoyed, is standing somewhere outside in Tetha, and appears to be the one holding the camera.]

Could some one tell me what the chiz is going on? Everyone's being all... lovey and I just had like three guys hit on me coming back from school! This--!

[she pauses, glancing at something across the street, and looks absolutely disgusted.]

... that... Numemon just winked at me.

[There is an oh so lovely hurking sound from Sam as she drops the camera and the feed cuts out.]
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[Video clicks on, tilted but focused mostly on Sam who's walking down the street near some shops. She glances over her shoulder.]

What are you doing, Mursa?

[from behind the comm] Testing it. I might actually want to record some of these lessons of yours.

[Sam groans loudly, crossing her arms over her chest as she walks.] You're horrible! You know that? Horrible! Just because I agreed to it doesn't mean you have to... record my humiliation!

Says the girl who claims to single-handedly win fights against people twice her size. I really don't think you're going to do... as... badly... Sam?

[Sam has stopped, turned and staring in to a store front window. Her expression is surprisingly neutral for once, and she doesn't respond.]


[Mursa shifts the video to the store front for just a second, the sight catching a glimpse of what looks like dance gear, namely tap shoes and ballerina slippers, but it shifts back just as quickly because Sam is already walking away.]

... that was weird...

boomba: (SHUT UUUUP!)
-id WHAT?!

[cooly]Signed you up for magic classes.

What makes you think I want to go to school?! I hate school!

For one thing, it's not regular school. For another thing, it's not up to you. Some one has to take care of you here, and failing that you need to be able do more than run and hide if crap goes down. Yggdrasil knows you can't rely on Spencer...

[incoherent sputtering]

Look, be pissed now, but one way or another you're going.

[growl] ... FINE. [stomping, door slamming loudly]

[distant sigh and voice. Sam took the comm with her, unaware that it was on]

That could have gone better...

[feed times out]
boomba: (don't tick me off)
[the comm clicks on to what sounds like some one trying to pick a lock. All voices are hushed.]

Can't you just wait until they're open again?

Heck no! I need food now!

[annoyed groan] If we just found a place to live you wouldn't be having this problem! Most of the inns here are more than happy to provide free food.

Too much work.

And this isn't?

[there's no answer from Sam as she's obviously still working. The lock clicks and the door opens.]

... jackpot. Mama likes.

Mursa thinks mama has some serious issues.

Shut up and get me a bag.