Room 147

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

*Her door is open at a 45-degree angle. She can see out into the hall, but it gives her a bit of privacy.*

*She's trying to decide which flowers to keep and which to burn distribute.*

*As thoughtfull as Bob's were, the pink has to go.*

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[sunny-skyes.livejournal.com]

Mokona, Sora's fuzzy little walking marshmallow pokes his head into Ms. Sidles room and smiles bright making a happy "Puuuuu" noise. He waddles over and hops to where the flowers are and grabs one of the pink ones making happy content noices as he plays with it.


[OOC: Feel free to kick the fuzz ball out. Sora will be by to find him in a sec though XD;] (http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a273/Gryffie/mokona.jpg) ()

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

I don't know what you are but I'd advise you get out of my room before I throw you out. *calm, pleasant tone*

[sunny-skyes.livejournal.com]

It looks up at her sadly, seeming hurt that she didn't want to play with him and sniffle.

Sora walked the halls looking for the white stuffie... or at least he would be a stuffie if he didn't find him soon. Passing by Ms. Sidle's room, he caught of glimpse of him as he walked by and stopped to knock politely on her door before sticking his head in. "There you are." He sighed and looked over at Ms. Sidle apologeticaly. "Sorry about that, I didn't realize he'd gotten out. I hope he wasn't bugging you."

[silent-robert.livejournal.com]

::Bob finds his flowers in the trash, drops to his knees, thinks "I said tasteful, stupid florists!" and shouts:: KHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

[ooc: I love you.]

*Bob is sent a note thanking him for the flowers and apologizing for tossing them. She truly despises the color pink.*

[chasingangela]

[OOC: Ooops - I hoped I'd deleted that before you got it. I just changed my mind - Angela was going to ask Sidle about Martin, but I don't think now is the time.]

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Not a problem.]

[river-dancing.livejournal.com]

"Professor Sidle?" River leans in around the doorsill. "Hello. I was wondering what ever became of those gifts that got left pinned to my and Maia's door. Do you still have them?"

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

I do. *retrieves and hands over*

[river-dancing.livejournal.com]

River looks through the evidentiary bag to see whether the knives are in there along with the dried rose and the gutted teddy bear.

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

The knives are here. *indicating a box* I will turn them over to you under the condition they will not be used.

[river-dancing.livejournal.com]

River nods solemnly. "I promise I will not use them to attack any student or staff member while I am enrolled here." She moves over to collect the slim blades from the box, then turns to smile faintly at the professor. The song-voices of the forged steel whisper softly in her head, but... "I think it might've been something I said that brought on Angelus's behavior, to be honest. I was kind of, well, flirting with him..."

She shrugs, and lifts the bag which now conceals the knives. "Thank you for these. Good quality knives are difficult to find, these days."