First Floor Lobby: Morning and Afternoon

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After his run-in with Umbridge this morning, Animal headed back to his room to change out of his pretty dress.

Unfortunately Umbridge had already contacted Fosse the janitor troll who had already packed up Animal's personal items into his trunk and then had taken Animal and his luggage down to the lobby.

Animal was now sitting on his trunk (which he was chained to) as he waited for a rickshaw cab to take him back to the mainland.

And because Fosse feared Umbridge like a fearing thing, he had added a sign next to Animal which said "EXPALLED STEWDANT! DO NOTS TALK!" written in crayon.

Animal had no idea what was going on but was happily singing raunchy versions of "Cuban Pete" while he waited.

He was still wearing the dress.

[ooc: Goodbye post for Animal! He really has no clue that he's leaving but he'll be happy to say goodbye in a confused manner. Umbridge and Fosse modded with permission.]

School grounds, Monday after workshops

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Johnny was pissed. And he was freaking hungry. His tongue was still firmly attached to the roof of his mouth and every now and then he would have to wipe the drool that pooled in the corners.

He was sitting on the lawn, bemoaning his sad state with little mumblings that made no sense whatsoever. He should have set the old hag on fire. Dammit all.

(it be open!)

The Roof; Early Monday Evening.

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Ahh, yes, the roof. Excellent place to paint; even better place to think and try to work things out for A.J. It was always where he went at Empire, after all, and, while there wasn't a big neon sign to tinker with, there was an excellent view. Last night had ended...pretty well, and Superhero class was a fun distraction, and then A.J. tried to work a bit on a project, but couldn't focus. He had to try to figure out this whole Troy thing.

But the more he thought about it, the more impossible it seemed. Because while he liked what he had with Troy a lot, he didn't think he really wanted the something more that Troy seemed to want. In fact, the only person he could even begin to imagine something like that with was Corey...

But what could he tell Troy? Nothing, apparently, that A.J. wasn't going to say to himself first, because he was sitting there, talking to himself as he tried to figure it out.

"I still need more time, Troy," he tried, then grunted, shaking his head. "Yeah, right, that's only going to work for so..." He tried again. "Okay, so, Troy." He steeled himself to the imaginary image in front of him of his roommate. "You know, like, when they come out with a new flavor of ice cream, and you really like that new flavor, but there's an old classic that you can't stop going back to..."

"Ice cream? What the hell is my fixation with ice cream? Okay, no ice cream. Or maybe...because it's more like you just need time before the new flavor can be like the class-- Ugh, no, that's stupid. So maybe..."

"Paintings. Like modern art versus classical...yeah, there we go..."

A.J. gave another disgusted grunt. "That's stupid, too. God...maybe..."

He was going to be at this for a while probably...

[[ open like an open thing ]]

Late at night, all around the dorms

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Sometime during the night, a poster appeared throughout the dorms and the school.

( Just call me Mistress! )

[OOC: Image is very slightly NWSish. You might also need some brain bleach after viewing it. Sorry about that.]