in the Common Room

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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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[swerval_zero]

*enters the common room after leaving the library, to be confronted with a stuffed toy the same color as her hair lording it over...*

Hey. Those are my boots. *reaches for them*

[(Anonymous)]

Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants stands in front of the boots and spreads his arms protectively. He has claimed these boots as his, and plans to wear them out to pick up the stuffed bunny ladies. He does, however, admire Zero's choice of hair color.

[swerval_zero]

(ooc: *dies laughing*))

*blinks* *reaches for croquet mallet* My boots, please.

[(Anonymous)]

Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants scans Zero's mallet. His internal sensors gauge it as a level 7 threat, right behind 'D-prime in his giant robot mobile suit' and 'H-prime actually getting around his his revenge list'. He gives Zero a look that says he will grudgingly hand over the boots for a bribe. A similar pair in his size would be nice.

[swerval_zero]

*interprets Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants' look*

Listen, you fluffy little knitted grinder. Those are my boots, and I want them back. Also, I don' have any tiny boots.

[(Anonymous)]

Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants is sad to hear that Zero does not have shoes for him and despairs at being a size 0.4. But he does admit the boots which the pink-haired girl falsely claims to be hers do not fit him well, so he will take anything in exchange, as a small fee for giving her a pair of new boots. Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants notices that Zero is rather attractive with all that pink hair.

[swerval_zero]

*Zero realizes the stuffed toy is eyeing her up*

*mallet attack!*

[(Anonymous)]

Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants is knocked over by the force of Zero's mallet. A single perfect (hot pink) crystalline tear rolls down his cheek. If he had a mouth, he would be sniffling.

[swerval_zero]

*feels vaguely sorry for Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants*

*removes the safety pin from her ear and holds it out* Trade?

[(Anonymous)]

Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants nods and motions to Zero that she can take his her boots. He adds the safety pin to his pile. He feels a little better now.

[swerval_zero]

*broad, sunny smile* And if you come near my stuff again, you little grinder, I'll turn you into yarn.