Miranda Jones

( Private to Thomas )

( Private to Colin )

Well, my dancing partner is no longer close by. Taking auditions/volunteers for a new partner.

Is this the way it goes? I've been trying very hard lately not to break out in song, which is not the easiest thing when you've got someone musical in your head. It's not happiness that makes me want to sing, just seems the time for a good musical uplifting number.

( Private to Thomas )

( Private to Rhett )

I need some help. There's a certain fellow who got a new job, and with his new job comes a new office. Said new office demands that it be ruined, not trashed, just slightly debauched. Who shall help me with this?

Thomas? Nina? David?

Although said fellow really should be taken out proper like by his colleagues. Not that he hasn't been, but still.

Victoria and Miranda - it's like some bizarre vaudeville or burlesque act. Or maybe it's a pair of ladies who plan to take over the world with their sense of fashion. Or maybe it's just two gals who are going to kick a little tail (I know all about tail kicking) in some dare war.

Okay, people, this is for your protection and personal edification (yes, I do know big words). Do not..I repeat, do not sing "Hey there, Little Red Riding Hood" to or around a certain Deputy Director Radley.

( Radley )

I don't know why, but I want a tail. Actually, I do know why I want it, but still. A tail!

I could have danced all night. I could have danced all night. And still gone back for more?

I couldn't have done a thousand things, but I could think of a few that didn't get done that I could have done, but didn't do because that would have been just awkward.

Thomas, where are you?! We need a few PPGGBs! (pseudo-pan-galactic gargle blaster)

Edit: Jason! Nina! Alex! Uhm...magic or sense, please. Actually just magic. Nina, you'll have to pretend. Rhett, join!

( Nina&Rhett )

Edit pt 2: This is what I will be wearing to DRM's office! - yes, I have costumes sitting around.

Okay. I need to clear out some of these objects. I have played with them enough, and they should move on to their proper homes. I will make a list, yes, and then send them on their way. Even though I do so like pushing the buttons.

No. It all must go!

Anyone looking for a coconut shell bra? It's too small for me - not that I'd keep something that wasn't mine. Honest.

( Private )

( Private to Thomas )

Thomas!

I found a recipe for a...Pangalactic Gargle Blaster - think we can replicate?!?

I have decided that in my next life I would very much like to be a cat. Or a dog. Or a fish. Maybe a dolphin? Okay, I haven't really decided anything, but I'd very much like to be an animal that isn't human or half human.

Thanks for all the fish!

Still trying to figure out why someone has a Pluto collapsable puppet thingy. It's a really strange item to be sent through wherever these doohickeys and thingamabobs come from. (ha! doohickey and thingamabob are both acceptable words according to the journal's self spell checker!) It's still strange.

Right, started mid conversation; not that this was a conversation really, but more of a mid thought situation because I really wasn't even having a conversation with Ariel - the little mermaid - not the one that died. That is a sad story that. No, the happy one who has three movies and a whole cartoon series devoted to her. The one that little girls sleep on or with, which by the way is a little creepy. That's her, me, we.

I'm Miranda Jones. I work for the Agency. I'm one of those lovely little ant worker types, not a drone, although I guess I can drone on - ha - but, I work in ORS. I gets your objects! - that's what I'd say if I were an lolcat, lolzcat? Or maybe all your objects are belong to me! Not that they do because they don't, but yeah.

Hi.

update: The Pluto puppet thingy...came with me. I brought it. Found my name on the bottom of it. Ooops. Still, wouldn't that be a crazy ride to get that instead of something cool like a..light saber?

( I wish I could be a part of that world? Really? )