[8th consult; voice]

[dr_conscience]

Okay, so I've been studying for all my exams for days now... I should be okay. This is just a break, anyway, then I'm going back to work. I don't think I'll need it, but I'm going to do that map assignment for Miss Pevensie anyway... I don't get that whole senioritis thing - grades are more important now than ever. How can anyone not be panicking?

Ohhhh god... I have to work on my application for the University, too. I keep rewriting my essay over and over, and changing it. It's definitely not good enough yet. I have to finish it already, though, or I won't make the deadline and then I won't get in and go to college and then I'm just... screwed.

Is anyone else studying tonight? Company's always better, isn't it?

Oh, and if anyone wants any tutoring before the exams, I can help with most subjects. I won't ask for anything in return or anything like that, I just like helping.


[ooc: Jimmy is an overachieving senior at Cutlers~]

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[sleepyseer.livejournal.com]

I only want to help.

[dr_conscience]

Well, I appreciate the sentiment. And, well... company makes a break much more effective anyway, I think.

Oh... I'm James Wilson, by the way. The guy who's apparently stressed enough he can't remember to introduce himself.

[sleepyseer.livejournal.com]

I couldn't agree more.


Morgana le Fey. The woman who basically invited herself over without introducing herself. The pleasure's all mine.

[dr_conscience]

Certainly easier not to stress out if you're not secretly dwelling on it.

It's very nice to meet you, Morgana.

[sleepyseer.livejournal.com]

It's even nicer to meet you, James.

So, what kind of movies do you like?

[dr_conscience]

Oh, I'll watch just about anything, really... comedy, drama, not horror so much, but psychological thrillers are great. I'm really not picky, though... whatever you like is fine.

[sleepyseer.livejournal.com]

Such a gentleman. How does The Interpreter sound?

[dr_conscience]

Well, I couldn't possibly expect you to save me from studying and force you through a movie I picked.

I haven't seen it, but like I said, whatever you like is fine. I'm sure it'll be great.

[sleepyseer.livejournal.com]

I'm sure you have excellent taste in movies. Your place or mine?

[dr_conscience]

Oh, wherever you're comfortable.

Though, maybe I should get out of my place for a while. I mean, my books are right here. I could crack at any moment.

[sleepyseer.livejournal.com]

An excellent thought.

[Directions to Morgana's apartment]

Just as a warning, my apartment is a little crowded. But Mordred and Gwen shouldn't be a bother, and everyone else I think has their own things to do.

[dr_conscience]

Well, there is that saying about things being out of sight.

That's not a problem for me... I mean, as long as they don't mind. I wouldn't want to be intruding.

[sleepyseer.livejournal.com]

You won't be intruding at all.

[dr_conscience]

Well, as long as you're sure.

I'll be over in a few minutes, then.


[ooc: You want to assume or go to action? I am totally cool either way, I'm just about to go on a run in Warcraft because I am totally that cool so I will be slow/MIA for a bit.]

[sleepyseer.livejournal.com]

ooc: Whichever works best for you! :3 I'm easy and therefore terribly difficult. XD

eh. action. why not XD

[dr_conscience]

[James did take just a few minutes to fix himself up before heading out. After all, he had just been stressing over a dozen different things at once and still looked pretty frazzled. Still, he was over pretty quickly, and when he arrived, he politely rapped on the door.]


[ooc: Figured I might as well. But zomg I have the same exact problem aaaaaaaaall the time XD]

action! /o/

[sleepyseer.livejournal.com]

[Morgana was not in the greatest of moods. Between Arthur razzing her for being flirtatious and his pretentious bitch of a girlfriend basically calling her used goods, she felt, in fact, pretty shitty, and ten different kinds of worthless.

But there was not a sign of that on her face when she opened the door for James. She gave him her most dazzling smile.]

Punctual. You'll go far in life.

[She stepped aside to let him in.]

Welcome to my humble abode, Sir James.

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[dr_conscience]

[And dazzling it was - there was certainly no indication that she was in anything but a fantastic mood. So, James smiled warmly in response as she opened the door. He cracked a bit wider of a smile at the comment on his punctuality.]

Well, it would be rude to tell you I was on my way and then make you wait.

[He stepped in quietly, politely glancing around. He gave a charming little smirk at her welcome, bowing his head to her ever-so-slightly in response and adopting a clearly joking pretentious tone.]

Why thank you, Miss Morgana. I am most honored by your invitation.


[ooc: It's the worst~ I'm so easygoing about threads and logs that I can't make a bloody decision XD]

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[sleepyseer.livejournal.com]

[Morgana laughed quietly, her spirits lifting. There was nothing like a cute guy and good company.]

The tv is that way and I have popcorn and Coke if you're interested.

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[dr_conscience]

[James smiled, yet again, as she laughed.]

Sure, that sounds great. Would you like any help?

[It didn't really matter if he was a guest, he couldn't possibly let her get something without offering his assistance.]

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[sleepyseer.livejournal.com]

[Morgana quirked an eyebrow at him.]

I think I can handle a little popcorn. But if you want to rip off the plastic, be my guest.

[She led him to the kitchen and pulled out the box of popcorn.]

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[dr_conscience]

[He looked a little bit flustered.]

Well, I mean, you'll have the Cokes, too...

[But he trailed off, deciding he was okay with looking a little dumb as he followed her - at least until he fully embraced how dumb he thought he looked, opened the box, and made a grand show out of removing the plastic from one of the bags.]

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[sleepyseer.livejournal.com]

[Oh he was cute! Morgana was quite enchanted with him. She teasingly applauded.]

I'm impressed. But the question is -- can you finish the job?

[She dramatically gestured to the microwave.]

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[dr_conscience]

[He raised an eyebrow at the popcorn, eying it, quite over-dramatically dubious.]

I don't know. It'll be difficult... but I'll try.

[He lifted the popcorn by a corner and dramatically carried it to the microwave, where he dropped it in, slammed the door and hit a few buttons. He then posed dramatically, an eyebrow raised.]

Popcorn tamed, milady.


[ooc: Uhhhhhhh just a little yeah. *poof*! He's a middle-aged oncologist now. Still adorable. XD]

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[sleepyseer.livejournal.com]

[Morgana leaned against the counter, more or less unconsciously posing.]

Don't speak too quickly, sir. The popcorn may burn and conquer us still.