Outside the Front Door; Late Saturday Morning [ 12/20 ].

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And so the morning had come, after a night of sleeping over stolen goods in anticipation for the claiming of true justice and vindication. Turtle was quite often a very law-abiding citizen, but, every once in a while, true good stretched beyond the arm of the law and a little bit of vigilantism was just required.

She and Dick had been successful in obtaining the gym uniforms.

Now came the fun part.

Inside a camp-place approved fire ring settled outside the front doors of the dormitory, a great flame danced up toward the air, fed by the slow-burning and slightly smelly uniforms, each piece tossed joyfully in, each lick of fire causing a shock of gleeful retribution.

And, of course, there were more than enough uniforms for other to help in the victory against awfulness. It made Turtle wonder why they even had so many; it didn't seem very economical.


[[ partner-in-justice modded with permission, and the uniforms were stolen and burned with permission as well! Come help! I can't speak for my cohort, but I'll be on super-SP for family things as well as a broken computer, but of course it's completely, entirely, utterly open! Burn, baby, burn! ]]

The Roof, Late Saturday Afternoon

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Once Anemone had realized how beautiful it was outside, the beginnings of a new Evil Plan had started forming almost immediately. All it needed was her current co-conspirator.

It had taken her the entire morning to track down Warren, point out all the wonderful benefits of her new plan, get back to the dorms, and (sneakily) lug their equipment up the stairs. The ammunition was heavier than she expected, especially after carrying it all the way to the roof, but this was totally going to be worth it.

Anemone surveyed their set up gleefully. "Ready to commence bombing procedures?" she asked, skipping over to peer down at the ground. "This is going to be great!"

Those going in and out of the dorms had best beware of falling water balloons filled with last week's mix of glitter and tinsel!



[OOC: Up early for SP/timezone reasons, and takes place after this is done, as attacking a victory-burning is totes sacrilegious. The partner-in-crime is again modded with permission.]

The Deck - Saturday Afternoon

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Chuck would be the first person to admit that he preferred winter weather infinitely more to summer weather, but that didn't mean he didn't enjoy the sudden bout of sun and warmth. He was heading back to New York tomorrow for break and he knew that it was going to be effing freezing there. So he was enjoying the nice weather while he could.

He was leaning back into one of the deck chairs wearing shorts and a button-down shirt. There was a book in his hand and a Screwdriver (the drink, not the tool) on the ground beside him.

[Open, yes]