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

*she starts snickering*

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

*peers at the magzine while collecting her belongings*

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

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

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

Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants looks offended at the suggestion that he would willingly wrinkle his stolen booty.

"Well then get your fluffy ass off it," Angelus said. "You're cracking the spine."

Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants narrows his little laser eyes at the implication that he is indeed as fluffy as his name exists. He also likes his ass right where it is.

"All right fine," Angelus sighed. "You want trade? Lemme borrow a blank piece of paper and a pencil."

Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants thinks for a minute. He is disappointed at the lack of fluffy lady-bunnies in the magazine, but still considers it his rightfully stolen good. He is programmed to accept trades, however, so produces paper and a pencil.

"Excellent," Angelus took the paper and pencil over to one of the common room tables. He got to scribbling, every so often looking up at Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants with a studied eye.

After a few minutes he came back, holding out the paper and the pencil.

"There," he said. "Bunny porn. Starring you. I - uh - assume you like girls. Also if you cut it up and staple it together it's a flipbook."

Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants stares. And stares. And stares.

Angelus waits patiently because he knows when a man - or bunny - needs a little private time.

He did have places to be, however, so after a while he cleared his throat. "Uh - my stuff?"

Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants acknowledges the very fair trade. He twitches a hot pink ear in affirmation.

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notstakedyet.livejournal.com - 2005-10-16 04:08 (UTC) - Expand

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."

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.~~

"Maybe not," Angelus said, "but I'll certainly have to take another shower just because I was forced to be in the same room with you breathing your air all over me. ~~Really? Were there outfits?~~"

Another shower? You mean you've actually taken one before? And here I was thinking you were unaware of personal hygiene.

*breathes in Angelus's general direction*

~~Loose, filmy robes, the kind that goe tranparent when wet, or so I hear.~~

"I take one whenever you're around, Cal," Angelus said. "I need to in order to get Eau d'Skank off me. ~~Really? Did they get all clingy too?~~"

My dear Angelus, if you didn't drench yourself in Scent of Manwhore, you wouldn't be smelling it all the time. ~~Tended to, awfully annoying that.~~

"See? See?" Angelus held his hands out, palms up, as if displaying the crux of his problem and said crux was exactly where Callisto was standing. "This is what I'm talking about. I don't you near enough to be smelling me. Bad enough I have to feel your beady little eyes on the back of my head whenever we share a class together. ~~That is a shame. Did you ever need help taking it off?~~"

[ooc: Going to bed soonish. Darn times zones.]

And I don't want you near enough for me to smell, but saddly your all pervasive stench is strong enough you'd have to be in another dimension for that to happen. I didn't ask to be in any classes with you, either. ~~Every time I wore them. Luckliy some of the other potential initiates were such helpful girls.~~

"Classes, hell, I don't even want to be in the same school with you! ~~Really? Any coming to Parents' Weekend?~~"

[ooc: Heh. Angelus is apparently going to be one of the TAs. Ahh wacky hijinks]

There's nothing stopping you from leaving, you know. ~~Alas, no, my sponsor, who will never set foot here if I have anything to say about it, isn't from the Temple.~~

"I was here first! ~~Shame. Still, if you ever feel the need to recreate the ceremony...~~"