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[apocalypsos]

Okay, I'm officially bored out of my mind. Let's do a round of Anywhere but Here, shall we?

If I could be Anywhere but Here, I'd be ... on a tropical beach with a beer cooler that never goes empty and a radio that plays whatever I request. And Hugh Jackman would be in the beach chair next to me. And our clothes would be in Guam. :)

'Kay, anybody else want to have a go?

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[wal-lace.livejournal.com]

I’m in the Alps, somewhere in Europe. It’s a cool, clear day in late winter. The snow is thick on the ski slopes, ice with a faint dusting of powder. It’s about ten in the morning. I’m at the top of the mountain, and it’s bitterly cold. I can see for miles in every direction, and there’s nothing but snow and mountains and sky. There’s a red run in front of me, and it’s at least three miles long. I’m wearing skis, of course. I’m alone, the slopes are clear, my boots fit, and the light is perfect.

I push off, and a short distance down another piste joins the one I'm on. There's someone coming down it, at the same insane pace as I'm going. We race each other to the bottom, non-stop, where we find a small bar serving hot food and cold drinks. We take off our masks, and it's Eliza Dushku.

[imperfect_tense]

If I could be Anywhere but Here, I'd be ... relaxing in a hot tub with a nice cold bottle of Smirnoff's Ice and Alan Rickman.

*shivers happily at the thought*

[anxietygrrl.livejournal.com]

I'm sitting on the beach of my small but quietly elegant private estate in Bermuda, sipping a planter's punch, and waving coyly to a glistening Josh Duhamel as he emerges from the waves.

So, like yours, but different.