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in the Common Room

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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Back from the library with a mind full of -- thoughts, bad ones, Angela barely notices the bunny or the objects when she walks into the common room.

"That looks like my blue and grey shirt," she thinks, idly, then: "Wait -- it is my shirt. And that's my purple one." She begins to dig in the pile, and to speak aloud, although to herself. "My shirts, my Stone Temple Pilots CD, my Juliana Hatfield 3 CD, my Soul Asylum CD, my -- my notebook? This is, like, private."

She glares around the room, spotting a familiar head of badly-dyed hair over the top of a couch. "Hamlet? Why does Mr. Fluffypants have my stuff?"

Mr Canute Mimir Fluffypants turns his head to follow Angela as she enters the room. His dead yellow eyes stare intently at her as she nears the pile.

As the bunny's head turns, Angela drops her stuff in surprise. "Oh-kay..." she mutters. Then -- and considering that she spent yesterday babysitting a Muppet chicken, she seems more normal about this than she would have been six weeks ago -- she turns and addresses him directly.

"Mr. Fluffypants?" she says, tucking her hair behind her ear, "I'm just going to take my stuff. Is that okay?"

Mr Canute Mimir Fluffypants raises himself onto his hot pink legs and puts a paw on the pile. He stares at Angela, as though asking for a good reason to give up his booty. Or perhaps a bribe.

Angela stares blankly at Mr Canute Mimir Fluffypants, trying very hard not to laugh.

"Would you -- would you like to keep something? You can have the Juliana Hatfield 3 CD," she says politely, not adding It sucks anyhow. Or What is a plush rabbit going to do with a CD?

Mr Canute Mimir Fluffypants takes the Juliana Hatfield 3 CD in his hot pink paws. Lasers suddenly shoot out of his little yellow eyes and scan it from top to bottom. He nods at Angela, and then throws it back on the pile.

Plush rabbits do not have good taste systems built in.

Angela nods and stands, taking the rest of her stuff. She crosses to the couch Hamlet and Duo are crouching behind.

"Dane?" she says -- Parker must be rubbing off on her -- "Why did the hot-pink rabbit have my stuff? And why are you behind the couch?"

*Duo pops up from behind the couch, dropping the controller in Hamlet's lap*

Why! Hello, there, miss! *he grins widely* What seems to be the trouble on this fine evenin'?

"Right now? It's that a pink bunny apparently just went into my room and took my stuff."

"Who are you, anyhow?"

*grins wider*

Hi! *offers hand and flips his braid over his shoulder* Name's Duo Maxwell, and you are? I don't believe we've met! *smiles*

*Ignores his hand*

"Angela Chase. I know the giggling dork back there with you. IT'S NOT THAT FUNNY, HAMLET."

*Bares her teeth. It's not really a smile, but...*

*Speaks again in a very sweet tone*

"So, Duo? Want to tell me how Mr. Fluffypants got my stuff?"

*bites lip to keep from grinning too much*

Hi, there, Miss Angela!

*smiles and looks at Mr. Canute Fluffypants*

Well, that little pink fiend over there is a sophisticated little automaton! I built him myself and he can do pretty much anything you want him to! This here's a little, uh, demonstration. *grins*

Angela nods, slightly relieved that at least the pink fiend isn't alive and independently mobile. Because that would be weird.

"How does he get into a locked dorm room? Or is that you?"

*flashes another grin, this one in excitement to talk shop*

Well, as it happens, I'm the foremost, um, security circumventor where I come from! I just took some of that know-how and let little Mr. Fluffypants here in on it! *grins happily*

"Really?" Angela says. "I might need to tell my boyfriend that. You know, my boyfriend Martin Blank. The Security Officer. I'm sure he would ~~laugh his ass off and ask to borrow Fluffypants~~ be very interested in how exactly you got around the locks."

She's not really mad -- his tone is too friendly, and she got her stuff back -- but hey, if you have an excuse to drop a name...

*smiles and puts a hand behind his head a bit nervously*

Security Officer, huh? *he laughs anyway* Woah! That might be a bit interestin'! *he winks* Just as long as he doesn't put me in shackles and throw me in a cell with no oxygen! *grins, he's glad she doesn't sound too mad, he's just too playful and proud of his new toy for his own good*

*behind the couch, makes a note of "a cell with no oxygen" as a possible means of killing his uncle*

Angela smiles slightly. "Yeah, it could be interesting. But I don't think he's going to put you in shackles without a much better reason."

"But, Duo? Keep the little pink demon away from room 304 and room 212 and I might not even need to tell him."

*laughs sheepishly*

Sure thing, Miss. Wouldn't dream of bein' a repeat offender. *grins*

Angela smiles. It's nice to see someone happy, anyhow...

"No problem. See you around."

She takes her stuff (except for the CD Fluffypants is still clutching) and leaves the common room.

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[ooc: I know the giggling dork back there with you. IT'S NOT THAT FUNNY, HAMLET." *dies* God, only at Fandom High...]

_{[ooc: *still fighting for oxygen*]}

*ducks down a little further, hoping not to be seen*

*notices Hamlet ducking, but decides not to confront him until she's sure she can't work things out with the bunny.*

*snickers and bops Hamlet on the shoulder*

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