Secret Sibling Deliveries! (Thursday Morning)

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For ( Sydney Bristow: )

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For ( Pip Bernadette: )

Left outside Room 504 [Thursday morning]

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Two of these, addressed to Pippi Longstocking, "from your not-so-secret sibling"

4th & 5th Common Rooms and other random rooms throughout the Dorm

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The small blue creature, still wearing Marty's sunglasses and a t-shirt that reads "2nd Floor Rulez! Yo!" led the "Cargo" back from the docks and into the dorms where it started shoving the items into the dorm's HVAC for them to wander around and inhabit various rooms throughout the building.

For some reason the fourth and fifth common rooms are filled with these creatures milling about and generally being a nuisance.

The creatures in question?

( Cut for PicSpam )

( Oh.. about a couple hundred... )

5th period, Gym

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Pip leaned against the door of the gym, his workout clothes on. He glanced at his watch and tapped his foot impatiently.

He seemed to be waiting for something.

[[OOC: Open to all who needs use the gym. Pip's here for a fight, though.]]

Room 403: Thursday Evening

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Lana's in her room with the door open. She's finding places for the last bits of her stuff and trying to make the room as homey as possible. She's in a great mood and just might be humming or singing to herself as she puts stuff away.

She certainly wouldn't mind being interrupted if anyone happens to be passing by.

Emergency Laundry Night [ Laundry Room, Thursday Evening ]

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Room 201 is not a large room. It is, in fact, quite small, being a single, especially given that two people live there. So it's usually a good idea to do something about it when the piles of dirty clothes have taken over all the floor space and are threatening to eat the occupants. Not literally, not this time, but at this school who wants to take that chance?

This is why Anders and Cally have made the trek down to the laundry room tonight, dragging bags of dirty clothes, towels, and sheets along with them. (Thanks again, whoever hotwired the machines to not need quarters!) They've opted for the big basement laundry room, given the amount of stuff they have.

Hopefully they remembered the detergent and bleach . . .

[OOC: If you suddenly have the inexplicable urge to do laundry in the basement, feel free.]

Fifth floor lounge, after lunch

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Nadia was engaged in a staring contest.

With a muppet chicken.

Not that she knew it was a muppet chicken, since she didn't really know what a muppet was. She was pretty sure it would have to blink eventually, though.

She was sitting on the floor, with a pen dangling from her lips. In front of her was her notebook, where she had intended to write down ideas for ways to get back at Marty for the chicken debacle. Unfortunately, the chicken was sitting directly on her notebook, and was not willing to move.

She'd tried picking it up and moving it, but it had reacted rather badly to that tactic, flapping its wings frantically and pecking at Nadia's hands until she'd been forced to let go. Nadia now had even more white feathers in her hair, and small, foam textured bruises on both her hands.

"Look," she said to the chicken. "I really need to use my notebook. I don't mind if you stay in the lounge, but you can't stay on my notebook."

"Bawk bawk bawk bawk bawk," said the chicken.

"This isn't funny any more," said Nadia. "What if I was trying to do homework?"

"Bawk bawk bawk bawkA!" said the chicken, studiously returning to her knitting.

Nadia sighed. "You don't want to be here any more than I want you to be here."

"Bawk bawk."

"That was really a dirty trick Marty pulled, wasn't it. Forcing you poor chickens into the ducts and the hallways, where you might get kicked or trampled or eaten by hungry cats."

"Bawk bawk."

Nadia nodded, a smile starting to form. "No, you're right, you have made the best of a bad situation. But I think Marty needs to learn from his mistake, don't you?"

The chicken peered up at Nadia with what she was willing to interpret as consideration. "Bawk, bawk bawk bawk bawk,"

"That's what I'm trying to do. That's why I need my notebook. Okay?"

The chicken picked itself up, knitting and all, and shifted over a foot to give Nadia access to her notebook. "Bawk."

"Thank you."

"Bawk bawk-bawk."

"So." Nadia picked her notebook up. "I don't suppose you have any ideas?"

If chickens could smile . . . .

5th floor Dorm Hallway, Evening.

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Togusa parked his Tachikoma in its usual hiding space, threw the muppet chicken into his pocket, where it clucked in irritation. "Where the hell did these come from anyway?" Pulling on his therm optics, he cradled the puppy so it was also covered. "So little guy, how come you are all by yourself?"

He walked up to the fifth floor and gaped at all the chickens. Shrugging, he pulled his out of his pocket and flung the chicken as far as he could. "Let's find you something to eat," he crooned to the puppy.