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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[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

*walking by the common room, Callisto notices the glint of metal, intriged she walks in and notices that on the pile of objects are her spare pairs of vambraces and kneeguards, her TA crib notes for art, and a number of her hairties*

What the frak?!?

*she is not very happy*

[(Anonymous)]

Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants acknowledges the new person in the room with his scan.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

*Callisto sees the pink bunny creature*

Did you take my stuff?

*this is spoken in tones that suggest an affirmative answer would lead to pink fabric and stuffing being scattered across the room*

[(Anonymous)]

Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants tilts his head to the side with a look of questioning. He attempts to fake innocence.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

*Callisto has faked innocence before, she can recognise it when she sees it*

Well, if you didn't take it, you won't mind me taking it back then?

[(Anonymous)]

Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants give a look that says that he will be happy to give back Callisto's things -- for a bribe. He is very fond of pie.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

*Callisto doesn't have pie, she does have a very sharp pair of scissors.*

[(Anonymous)]

Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants will happily trade Callisto the scissors for her things. He would like to make himself a neon green cottony girlfriend to share his lonely nights with.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

*Callisto wasn't actually intending on using the scissor to trade with Mr Fluffypants, but finds the idea of him having a neon green cottony girlfriend adorable amusing*

Done. But tell whoever might have taken them that next time I won't be so forgiving.

[(Anonymous)]

Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants gives Callisto a Japanese-style bow for helping him end the gaping hole of loneliness in his fuzzy hot pink life. He adds her to his database under the heading 'matchmaker'.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

*Callisto acknowledges the nod and settles in to mock watch Angelus*

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angelus passed by the doorway to the common room and noticed a flash of blond hair.

He in no way stopped and came in specifically because the hair belonged to Callisto.

"What have I told you about stalking me?"

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

*rolls eyes upwards*

I was here first. Did you have something to do with my stuff ending up over there?

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"What stuff where?" Angelus looked where she pointed, then frowned. "Is that my hair gel? And my cigs? And my - " he paused at the copy of Catholic Weekly, suddenly putting on an innocent face used by males the world over to deny their knowledge of the existance of porn.

[(Anonymous)]

Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants scans the magazine. He is indifferent. He holds it up, the label clearly showing.
Angelus
Room 406
Fandom High Dorms
Fandom High

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"That could have been put there by anybody," Angelus pointed out to the rabbit. Then his attention was caught by something. "Oh, hey, that's gonna run out in January. I should make a note."

[(Anonymous)]

Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants acknowledges the ending subscription. He prints Angelus a reminder.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Useful, ta," Angelus came forward to take the reminder. "Uh, I actually need some new notebooks too, can you add that in?"

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

*having spent the last few year primarly among men not that way, you pervs Callisto recognises that look*

*she starts snickering*

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"That - I - that is so - " Angelus floundered, then drew himself up, folding his arms across his chest. "I only have it for the articles."

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

*peers at the magzine while collecting her belongings*

I actually believe you. "Naughty Nuns" and "Carnal Cardinals Confessions" sound about your speed.

[(Anonymous)]

Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants acknowledges the blonde girl. He does, however, point out the distinct lack of text in the magazine.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Hey hey hey," Angelus said. "Don't wrinkle it. Those things are collectible!"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angelus's head quickly turned around to rescan the titles. "They had a new installment of Naughty Nuns this issue? I thought that was every other... I mean shut up."

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Now, now Angelus, there's no shame in having no other available options than porn. Although now that I know about your religous virgins kink, I'm never going to let you find out about my nearly having to join the Temple of Hestia.