mathletenomore: (non jacket - small smile)
Lindsay had been home for a few days now. It all started with a phone call from her mother just checking up on her daughter. Lindsay noticed something in her mother's voice, something somewhat stressful. When she told her there was nothing to worry about, Lindsay didn't quite believe her. She figured something bad was happening with the store. So she went home for a few days, hoping she could help out in some way.

Fortunately, she found out things weren't quite as catastrophic as she thought. The store was struggling a bit, but it wasn't enough to close. Still, Lindsay felt the need to stay for the rest of the summer to help out at the store.

The need to stay for the summer eventually led to the need to stay and finish school in Michigan. She missed it there, oddly. She missed her friends. She missed hanging out with them. She'd never forget Fandom, though. How could she? She'd miss the technology, but she knew to expect it in a few years. She'd also miss Rinoa. She made sure to say a proper handwavey goodbye to her roommate.

She knew she'd eventually get out of this small town. Today was not that day, and it was by choice this time.

[As the post says, Lindsay won't be returning to Fandom. This is her final post. :(]
mathletenomore: (non jacket - subdued)
Lindsay had gone home for a few days. She was on break from workshops, so she knew it was a good time for a trip home. She missed her friends and, though she would not admit it, her family.

Things had been mostly normal during the near week she had been home. She spent time with her friends like usual. Dinners with the family were mostly the same. She, her parents, and Sam at the dinner table was not out of the ordinary. It was the same chicken or meat loaf, something her mother still had not changed up all that much. It felt like home...except for one thing. Her dad was quieter than usual. He didn't complain as much. He almost seemed to be a little depressed. Lindsay didn't dare ask about it, but she knew something was up.

Wherein Lindsay overhears some bad news... )

[Based on something alluded to in one of the later episodes; Also, NFB and NFI due to being off island.]
mathletenomore: (reading)
Lindsay was grinning at a card her parents had sent her. Not because of the heartfelt message written on it. It was the fifty dollar bill that fell out of the card she was most interested in. This was their birthday present to her.

There was also a care package. Well, it was a tin filled with chocolate chip cookies her mother had baked. There was also a note telling her to spend the money wisely. Lindsay just rolled her eyes slightly and laughed. Last year she had unwisely spent birthday money on fake IDs, which ended up being a bad investment. Her parents never found out about that as far as she knew. While it wasn't going to be spent foolishly like that again, it wasn't going toward her college fund either. She had plans.

She reached for a cookie and smiled. "Happy birthday to me."


[door and post open]
mathletenomore: (awake)
Lindsay had an odd day. It started out pretty good when she was offered the TA gig in Pop Culture. That was pretty cool. It got weird though when she got her first voice message of the day. She had no idea at all what that was about, but she returned the message anyway, hoping that misunderstanding was cleared up. The second message she got was equally odd and also angry. No way she was letting that go. The third one was at least from someone she knew. Otherwise, her reply might not have been as polite as it was.

These had to be the most bizarre and random phone calls she'd ever gotten in one day. That was probably because voicemail technology didn't exist yet back home.

Now she was in her bed listening to her mp3 player, hoping she would drift off to sleep soon.

[establishy linkdrop]
mathletenomore: (thinking)
Lindsay was glad to be back. Not that she hated being home. It had just been uneventful. Though she had successfully avoided running into Barry. That had been her main goal. She did hang out with her friends, at least. She even spent some time with Millie. She got some pretty nice gifts, too. Her parents had given her money. She appreciated that they understood she was old enough to pick out her own stuff. It was better than some hideous sweater she had been expecting. Sam had gotten her the latest, at that time, Journey album. On vinyl, of course. It was nice to have the appropriate version of the album to keep in her early eighties bedroom next to the record player.

Now that she was back, she decided to make a list of New Year's Resolutions. At least she attempted to. She got as far as writing 'be less cynical' before she crumpled the paper up and tossed it in the recycle bin. So much for that particular resolution. The best resolution for her was to just be herself. Or something.

[can be open]
mathletenomore: (adorable)
Here are a few icons for you! I also put together some music. Enjoy!

Iconses! )

Music! )

Merry Christmas and hope you have a wonderful New Year! :)
mathletenomore: (dancing)
The List )


[Zip file here! My OCD compelled me!]
mathletenomore: (aware)
Lindsay was doing some last minute packing. She was going home tomorrow for break, though she kind of wished she could stay here and hide. There was the slight risk that she could run into Barry Schweiber, and she really did not want to deal with that mess. Staying here would ensure it would be avoided.

Of course, her mother would be upset if she didn't go home for the holidays. The guilt trip would have been epic. She disappointed her parents so much already. She didn't want to end the year that way, too.


[open!]
mathletenomore: (looking over)
Lindsay had gone home for the holiday. She promised her parents she would, after all. Thanksgiving itself had been pretty uneventful. She spent the day with her mother's side of the family just like every Thanksgiving. It was kind of boring, but pretty much business as usual.

Yesterday, she spent the day hanging out with Kim and Daniel. Mostly it was cool. Other times she felt like a third wheel. That's when she would think about Barry. Though she never did call him a few weeks ago when the island was making everyone weird, she did find the nerve to call him earlier this week. To her delight, he agreed they could hang out this weekend sometime. She was so very nervous, but it was a giddy kind of nervousness. She didn't dare tell any of her friends. She really didn't feel like enduring the teasing that was sure to cause.

cut for length and potential teen angst )

[NFB, NFI, etc.]
mathletenomore: (wistful)
To say Lindsay was restless this week was an understatement. The last time she felt this sort of giddy, yet nervous feeling was when she was hanging out with Neal's brother, Barry. That was a nice time, and for some reason, she was thinking about him. A lot. It was better than thinking about Nick who she never had feelings for. At least not the way he wanted. It was also safer than thinking about Daniel and how dreamy she thought he was. Kim would somehow find out and kick her ass. Pheromones in the air or not, Lindsay had enough self-preservation not to attempt the wrath of her best friend.

It was okay to think about Barry, though, right? It was safer than thinking about any of her classmates like this...

She did have his college dorm room phone number. She seriously considered calling. Probably a bad plan today of all days.


[totally open!]
mathletenomore: (acceptance)
Lindsay thought she was going to escape this day without having to sing. It was bad enough being a teenager who wasn't at all sure what paths she wanted to take in life. But to actually sing about it? Not exactly how she wanted to share her feelings. At least the lyrics were familiar and somewhat comforting.

cut for lyrics )

[can be open]
mathletenomore: (adorable)
Lindsay was very happy she was still a girl. That transformation, she was sure, would have majorly freaked her out. She was relieved not to have transformed into an animal also. At least Peter the pug seemed to be handling that okay. He couldn't actually tell her that since everything he said was in dog language.

"I think I'm going to order Chinese food. I'll share the chicken." Peter wagged his pug tail, a sign he liked this plan. He was so adorable this way. Awww.

"And then I should get you back to your room," Lindsay added, reaching for her phone so she could place the order.


[for the pug mentioned! Also the roomie if she'd like. SP very much expected.]
mathletenomore: (adorable)
I have no newbies, but have another info post anyway.

The Students: Lindsay and Ellie )

The Alumni: Piper and Summer )

The Player )
mathletenomore: (wistful)
After saying goodbye to Sam and her friends in front of house in the morning, and later her parents at the airport (which had been tearful, mostly on her mother's part), Lindsay finally returned to her room in the dorms with an extra suitcase. That was an indication that she'd be around for awhile.

She tuned into a classic rock station on the laptop she purchased recently and then began to unpack.

[open door and post]
mathletenomore: (acceptance)
Lindsay was packing a few more things to take with her back to Fandom, mostly books and clothing she'd need for the winter months since she'd be staying for the school year. It was hard to tell her parents, and they reacted how she thought they would. They were confused and sad. After enough explanation about how being there has helped her deal with a lot of things and that she felt like the school was a better fit for her than McKinley High was, they seemed to understand.

She left out the part about the technology making things so much more convenient. That was hardly the main reason she was staying, though.

Read more... )

[NFB due to distance!]
mathletenomore: (freaks)
Lindsay had been home a day already, and it almost seemed as though she had never left. She was surprised at how happy her parents were to see her. She didn't think think they'd ever forgive her for skipping the academic summit at University of Michigan to follow the Dead. Perhaps being separated from her for the summer made them realize how much they missed her. Distance and all.

Seeing her brother and his friends sitting around the dining room table eating junk food and playing Dungeons and Dragons when she stepped into the house last night was all very familiar. A typical Friday evening in the Weir house. Bill's dorky wave and Neal's fascination with anything she said was normal, too.

She wondered why it was she still felt so completely out of place? Not just because she didn't play D&D. After spending so much time in Fandom, everything here seemed so...abnormal. Normalcy, it seemed, became the bizarre.

Wherein Lindsay meets up with her friends and makes a big decision. )

[NFB due to distance.]
mathletenomore: (awake)
After showering for what seemed like an eternity and changing into pajamas, Lindsay returned to her room for some real food. Or at least comfort food. Ice cream in this case. There were moments over the past few days when she thought she'd never have ice cream again. Or listen to her favorite albums ever again. Or talk to her family...

That's why she spent the rest of the night talking to Sam on the phone. She listened to him ramble about his new Atari game, the latest movie he saw with his friends, and his new crush without tuning out. She wanted to hear about everything.

She told him about being a TA for the crankiest, weirdest teacher ever, about living in the cabins, and working at a sporting goods store that would probably rival their dad's.

That was all he needed to know.

[establishy because I'm going to bed soon]
mathletenomore: (ugh)
The day started out somewhat normally for Lindsay. She stopped by The Perk on her way to work like she did every Thursday. But there was something different awaiting her today. Something like the hideously deformed woman appearing seemingly out of nowhere. Lindsay froze in terror momentarily, the coffee cup cashing to the ground. The evil, deranged look in the woman's eyes made it clear she meant to cause some serious harm.

She didn't stick around to find out, instead opting to run in the opposite direction as fast as she could. For the first time in awhile, she hoped there was a God out there listening as she prayed that the thing didn't follow her. A crack in the universe enveloping her into darkness was not exactly the answer she was looking for.

Lindsay was not going to make it into work today.


[Yet another establishy post!]
mathletenomore: (i...have no words)
Lindsay didn't feel like being cooped up in her alcove, so she thought sitting outside on the front steps would be a better way to spend the evening. It was moments like this that she missed her "freak" friends back home. This would be a moment when they'd all just loiter and hang out, not doing anything in particular.

"Hey, Linds."

She looked up, half expecting Daniel to be there talking to her. )

[can be open]
mathletenomore: (subdued)
Lindsay couldn't deny that she had been envious these past few days. Watching people with their loved ones who had previously been deceased was a little hard. It made her wonder why her grandmother hadn't visited her.

"I really miss you," she said to a photograph of her grandmother holding her when she was a baby. "Why aren't you here?"

Maybe she really was disappointed for not living up to certain expectations. Lindsay tried to push that thought out of her mind. To cheer herself up, she started listening to her favorite Grateful Dead album on her new mp3 player. Usually she ended up dancing around, one of the few moments she allowed herself to be happy.

She didn't feel like dancing right now, though.

[can be open if you don't mind an emo girl]

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