in the Common Room

[02maxwell.livejournal.com]

In the Common Room, seated in plain sight, anyone who wanders by can see the following with a note attached:

Mr. Fluffypants is seated in front of a pile of objects which may look familiar to some people*:
--some flannel shirts
--mediocre grunge CDs
--a book of possibly bad poetry (Mr. Fluffypants reserves judgement)
--several novels, including "The Grapes of Wrath," "Anna Karenina," "Frankenstein," and a Harelequin, "The Pirate Who Seduced Me"; all of which bear the inscription, "Property Of Rory Gilmore"
--some coffee mugs
--a bit of poetry with the name "Paige Matthews" clearly on it in at least one place
--spare vambraces and knee-guards
--Art TA notes (with doodles of swords and various weapons in the margins)
--some studded leather hairties
--a pack of cigarettes
--a half-empty bottle of floral scented hair gel
--a copy of Catholic Weekly, which doesn't look very Catholic at all
--a sophisticated looking communication device
--a pair of combat boots
--Advanced Negotiations notes (with doodles of "AS + PA = <3" covering more of the paper than the actual notes)
--a banthabell
--a set of love letters
--ballet shoes which are a size 7 and rather worn ("K.P." written in Sharpie on the inside of each heel)
--a silver Tiffany alarm clock that won't stop buzzing
--a picture of Mary Steenburgern
--New Kids on the Block sheets
--a textbook packed with important looking notes
--an antique cross necklace

For those who care to look hard enough (it's not that hard), Hamlet and Duo are hiding behind a nearby couch, snickering. Well, Duo is snickering and Hamlet is trying to not snicker--or, at least snicker in an emo way in a way befitting that of someone who does not snicker.



*[[ooc: If you would like your stuff stolen, and subsequently hoarded, by the Pink Terror, let us know.
EDIT: We will edit the post to reflect stolen things, then respond at will.
EDIT AGAIN: As it's now 2:30 AM for Duo-Mun, Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants will refrain from stealing anything else at the time being. We'll play out the last things added, though, so yay! And thanks so much for playing with us, guys, we had a blast! XD]]

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[soniabelmont.livejournal.com]

Sonia, on her way back from work (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomtownies/180532.html?thread=6265396#t6265396) and with Beethoven still close behind, hears an odd commotion fromthe common room. She pauses, and indicates to Ludwig that she's going to check something out.

As they enter the room, the first thing she notices is a large pile of...well, stuff; at the top is a rather odd looking pink...thing.

The second thing she notices is that the pink thing rather closely resembles a rabbit, and that it's looking at her.

She's about to turn and leave when a glint of light catches her eye- she looks at the pile, and sees her necklace sticking out from beneath her quantum physics textbook.

"Hey? Vot's zis?"

[soniabelmont.livejournal.com]

Beethoven stands a few feet back, looking about the place in interest. He spots the pink bunny, and approaches it cautiously, not quite sure what the thing will do.

[(Anonymous)]

Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants stares at Beethoven. He wonders about the man's interesting haircut.

[soniabelmont.livejournal.com]

Beethoven's really not sure what to make of this. To be safe, he sticks with his usual methods.

He glowers.

[(Anonymous)]

Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants would stick out his tongue, but sadly he was made without a mouth. So he macarenas at Beethoven instead.

[soniabelmont.livejournal.com]

Beethoven fixes the thing with his best brooding stare (which, for this man, is saying something), and grumbles something unintelligible.

[(Anonymous)]

Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants winces a bit under the man's disappearing stare, but is determined to carry on and do his best. He macarenas harder.

[soniabelmont.livejournal.com]

He raises an eyebrow in surprise. This thing seems to be holding up better than many of Europe's finest. Determined not to back down even in the face of this adversity, he concentrates all of his ire and resentment into his glare.

Anyone within five feet might feel the temperature drop, slightly.

[(Anonymous)]

Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants' interior sensors register the temperature drop. He falters on his booty shaking and misses his cue. He stares at Beethoven with the saddest, most adorable look ever designed by a giant robot pilot and a scandinavian royal. His eyes may be starting to fill with hot pink tears.

[soniabelmont.livejournal.com]

Beethoven continues looking at the thing, though his gaze softens a bit. He might be moody, but he's not soulless. He smiles (which to some might be just as scary as a glare), and reaches into an inner pocket. He pulls out a small earhorn and offers it to the pink...thing.

Well. It wasn't like he needed it anymore.

[(Anonymous)]

Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants takes the earhorn with glee. Plush rabbits have no fear detector or he might be creeped out. He bows Japanese-style to Beethoven as a thank you.

[soniabelmont.livejournal.com]

Sonia sticks out her arm to stop Ludwig from getting any closer.

*[Nein. Nothing is ever vot it seems in this school. It might look harmless, but zat is no guarantee vhatsoever.]

She looks around the room, searching for someone who might be behind this- something other than a sentient pink bunny.

[(Anonymous)]

Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants has some difficulty with the new girl's accent, but clears it up a bit with his "Danish" filter. He knows exactly what is is: a pile of things. What else would it be?

[soniabelmont.livejournal.com]

"Um, excuse me, Mr. Fluffypants- vould you mind telling me vhy you have" -she pointed at the items- "my things here? Better still, can I have them back, please?"

She crosses her arms and looks patiently at the bunny.

[(Anonymous)]

Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants tilted his head confusedly. Interesting things were lying around. Interesting things should be grouped together. He shook his head. he only gave things away if he could get something interesting back. Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants is a greedy little bunny.

[soniabelmont.livejournal.com]

Sonia groans, and covers her face with her hands, massaging her temples. Anyone with good hearing and an understanding of colloquial Romanian would have heard her mumbling, "Of all things...this is *not* my day.

She sighs, and kneels down to look the rabbit face to...um. Well. She looks it in they eye, anyhow.

"Alright. Vot do you vant from me?"

[(Anonymous)]

Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants' first thought is "pie", which no one seems to have on them tonight. But he gives Sonia a look that says he will accept anything. He is a greedy bunny, not a particular one.

[soniabelmont.livejournal.com]

She shakes her head. "Fine. A bribe. Vell, let's see vot I have..."

Sonia swings her bookbag around and begins rummaging through it's contents. She pulls out a thermos half-full of (now cold) coffee, a handful of used or broken nib pens, and a bit of chocolate wrapped in foil (leftovers from the yearbook meeting earlier that week.)

"That's all I have vith me. I don't know what you vant."

[(Anonymous)]

Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants examines the items Sonia has offered. It is a sad, sad collection. However, the thermos looks very nice. He motions towards that with a hot pink paw.

[soniabelmont.livejournal.com]

Sonia indicates the thermos. "This?" She hands it forward tentatively.

It is a rather shiny thermos, he might note.

[(Anonymous)]

Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants nods. He likes shiny. He can see his reflection and preen. He motions more towards that.

[janet_fraiser]

OOC: Next time you do this, you so must steal something of Janet's. *dies of laughter*

[janet_fraiser]

Also? Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants needs his own LJ. Seriously. (I mean, hey, if [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] and [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] can do it, why cant Mr. Fluffypants?)

[02maxwell.livejournal.com]

[[ooc: Bwahaha. Duo and Hamlet would insist his layout be in the black family and all poor Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants wants is neons. *nods mournfully* It would end up being a hideous amalgamation. LOL]]

[fates_jaye]

Oh my god. Klepto stuffed bunny and I missed it??? *is pissed at self*