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So it’s Friday, it’s the first weekend of December, so I’m thinking hot chocolate and Irish Whiskey, a little Elf or Bad Santa and whole lot of sugar cookies are in order. Probably doesn’t make for great TV but even I have to be boring sometimes. Hey y’all, I’m Amber, good to be here. I think.
After a full night’s rest, Eleanor woke up feeling refreshed. She’d met a few people last night even though she’d gotten in late, and she was feeling good. She steps into the shower and gets ready for the day, styling her hair and wearing a black tank top along with a pair of jean shorts. Things were going to be good today, she could feel it! Maybe she would even make some new friends.
Eleanor pads down the hallway as she exits her room, deciding she was going to explore a little bit. She walked by all of the different numbered rooms, each of them probably holding someone who was still sleeping. It was pretty early in the morning, after all. Eleanor trails her fingertips down the hallway’s wall as she walks. She heads up the stairs to the fourth floor, finding the partially covered deck. Perfect. Eleanor sits down, giving a soft hum of content as she looks out over the balcony.
Well hello friends!
My name is Eleanor Calder, and I’m new around here! My writer used to do Tumblr roleplay years and years ago so I’m sure things have changed. It might take me a bit to get used to formatting, but I will do my best! If anyone would be able to help me with a theme, I’d be most appreciative.
I need help finding the kitchen i got lost and i have no idea where i am at? If you don’t know i am sure you do I’m Anna!
Well you know what they say better late than never. Oh well, I’m Margot and I guess that's pretty much everything. Introductions are not really my thing.
You know I thought this wouldn’t be so creepy, but then you walk into your new home see a camera. It’s kind of a cool creepy though. Just got to figure out how not to act a fool in front of the cameras just yet! Any ways, I’m Eliza Dushku.
So here’s my theory about reality TV and why I signed up for what is sure to be an utter shit show! No one really believes it, we all think the producers manipulate and they just edit things to look however they assume viewers want things to look, so really, it’s like one giant excuse to do whatever the hell we want while we’re here and just blame it on bad editing or whatever. What I’m trying to say is, who is throwing the first party?
The worst part about moving has got to be finishing only to realize you have no idea where you packed your favorite sweat pants and all you wanna do is flop on the couch with a beer and some Netflix. No Pants Matt is going to be a thing around here, you should all consider yourself warned. Speaking of, Matt. That’s me. Who’s with me on the no pants, anyone?
