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[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

The door to room 201 starts to swing open slowly, and a couple of tiny green furballs go skittering down the hallway at breakneck pace as soon as the opening is wide enough for them. There's a soft bump as the doorknob hits the wall, and out into the hallway steps Anders, wearing an impossibly wide grin, a lampshade on his head, a couple of bleeding red bite marks around his ankles . . . and nothing else.

"I feel too strong to war with mortals -- BRING ME GIANTS!!!"

Grabbing an empty poster tube that's been lying on the floor, he charges down the hallway at full speed, dancing and slashing, swinging the tube with wild abandon in a broad comedy demonstration of How Exactly To Not Fight A Rapier Duel. His wordless battle cry reaches an almost operatic note . . . just as he reaches the wall at the far end of the hallway and meets it headfirst. The lampshade goes flying, the poster tube drops from his nerveless hand, and he keels over unconscious right there on the floor in fine inglorious fashion.

Were anyone in the vicinity to be gifted with supernaturally keen hearing, it's likely they'd hear hysterical high-pitched snickering coming from the corner where two small fuzzy green creatures are excitedly bouncing up and down.

Comments

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

*glances around, retrieves juice and milk from Anders' mini-fridge*

Thank god there's no classes tomorrow. I'm crashing out.

Where's your roommate, by the way? This seems to be the kind of thing O'Neill would enjoy....

[can_be_more]

I have no idea. Haven't really seen him around much. Wouldn't be shocked to see him out debauching the town with the boys.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

*coughs on cookie* There's an image. I wonder if they'll run into any teachers? The last I saw of Dr. Pierson, he looked like he was heading out for a drink....

[swerval_zero]

*comes back into room with a cloth bag, which has a large greenish stain on one corner* Does he go everywhere with that sword, d'you think?

Oi, Hank. I've got some more yeti blood over here if you need a sample.

*unzips bag* Let's see...hot pink eyeliner? Blue lipstick? *Zero has no normal makeup colors, but she does have a lot of it.*

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Give Hank the bag. And....

*contemplates Anders, contemplates the selection*

I think Anders is a "spring." So.

The hot pink eyeliner. And if you don't mind giving me that black pencil, so I can work on the mustache....

[swerval_zero]

Here y'go. *carefully begins Anders' makeup job*

(OOC: Oh, how I wish I could photoshop right now.)

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Thanks. Sun, you want to help?

_{[OOC: Oo. Gimme a minute...]}

[julian-lawless.livejournal.com]

You ladies are utterly evil. *pause* And I find it quite charming. And I shall never, ever make any of you angry...

[swerval_zero]

That would be wise.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

*toothy smile of glee*

[swerval_zero]

(OOC: OMG I would love you forever.)

[can_be_more]

Sounds like it could be a show.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Oh yes. One I'd pay money to see.

Want to draw something on Anders' forehead? *hands her the blue pencil*

[swerval_zero]

*jumps back from putting on mascara* His eye just twitched! Nobody move.

*waits a minute* Mmkay, yeah, false alarm. *reaches for dark purple lipstick* This one, d'ya think?

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

*twitch*

Mmmmmph?

[swerval_zero]

meep

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

*cracks one eye open*

Whuhapp'n?

[swerval_zero]

*reassuring, hiding the eye shadow* Nothing. We defeated the gremlins. Go back to sleep.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

*conspiratorial look*

Welcome back, Anders. Feel better?

[pyramid-is-life.livejournal.com]

*tosses lipstick at swerval_zero*

'bout time you woke up.

[can_be_more]

*considers*

Hmmmm...

*scribbles "Frell me dead" on Anders' forehead, with the writing trailing off a little onto his cheek*

*admires handiwork*

[*ooc: dies laughing*]

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Frell?

Niiiiiice.

Re: [*ooc: dies laughing*]

[can_be_more]

No one will know what it means, but I'll appreciate it.

Re: [*ooc: dies laughing*]

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Fair enough.

*takes another picture*

[swerval_zero]

(OOC: *dies laughing*)