Angela Martin

As far as Angela knew, it was an easy, everyday kind of Saturday. One where she could sleep in just a little. She hadn't so much as heard about the kids, and even if she had, she stayed away from all these people for a reason. She wouldn't have expected anything to happen. She would have just been able to watch and raise her eyebrows critically and mock.

This was probably why Angela was going to have the day she was. Karma was sort of a bitch.


[For one, though the roomie is welcome!]

Angela's droid baby was still screaming her little robotic head off. To her credit, she'd tried to be a good fake parent. Sort of. As good as someone could be to a robot. It wasn't like it needed love or anything, so she did just fine there. It was just that now every time she managed to get it quiet, it started up again, and it took even longer to calm it down.

Then after half an hour of searching the room for one of the cats, she looked at the baby accusingly and said, "You see what you did? Now we have to wait for Lady to come back. All on her own. Which she won't do it you keep that up."

Yep. Angela was a greeeeat parent.


[Door and post open!]