Just their luck, RenegadeLegacy, Larania, Libra, and Naomi Sisko ran into Biz in the hallways.
"Whoever thought of putting a limit on freedom of speech should be whacked with wet noodles," Libra declared loudly.
RenegadeLegacy grinned and swung her shoulderbag forward, reached in..
And pulled her hand out, an expression of shock on her face.
Libra sighed theatrically. "Renn, you missed your cue."
"It's not my fault!" RL objected.
Libra sighed again. "You were supposed to whack Biz with a wet noodle. Don't tell me you don't have a wet noodle in that bag of yours, you have everything in there.."
RenegadeLegacy shook her head. "That's just it. I hardly have anything in there. When I need something, I use my author powers to pull it out."
At this point, Larania and Naomi were staring at RenegadeLegacy as though she'd lost her mind, [a/n: Not that they were necessarily wrong..] but Libra was still glaring angrily at Biz.
So only Libra saw the smirk that played across her face, for a split second, at the words author powers.
"Uhrm. Writer's Block?" suggested Naomi.
RenegadeLegacy shook her head.
"I don't get Writer's Block."