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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[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"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.]

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

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.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"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]

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

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.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

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

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

We enrolled on the same day! I won't let you know. Now that you mention it, though, I think I might still have the robes stashed away somewhere.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"I was born earlier! Shame. You know it's an unfair advantage. All I've got is the leather. Though I'm told I also look pretty in clingy wet white shirts."

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

If you really want to get nit-picky, I think I got you beat by a millenia or two. There's nothing wrong with leather, I'm a big fan of it myself. If you really want to test the wet shirt theory I'd be happy to help, I'm sure I could find enough holy water to douse you with somewhere.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

That actually distracted Angelus enough to get him to look at her with genuine curiousity. "Really? I know the dimensions are different but I wouldn't have pegged you as being over a century. If you're going to talk kink let's go back to my room. I know interesting things we can do with crosses as well."

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

No, I'm seventeen, but the point in the timeline I'm from is at least two thousand years before this one.

*chuckles and shrugs*

I did say if you wanted to get nit-picky. First you want nothing to do with me, now you want us to explore your inner masochist? Make up your mind.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Huh," Angelus said. "Never met anybody from that time period before. Most I ever got was high hundreds. Hey, you're the one who started flirting in the first place. Besides, am I supposed to want to encourage my innoer masochist with somebody who doesn't how how to cause pain expertly?"

[ooc: Works. Night!]

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

*shrugs* Not much to write home about, the strong prosper, the weak perish, the idea of "rule of law" is a massive joke, you'd probably like it there.

Why are you convinced that I start everything? You have a point there, I must admit.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Probably would," Angelus agreed. "Can't say I'm against the concept so far. Hey, if you want me to start I can do that too. I'm very skilled with my tools."

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Of course, there is the fact that you wouldn't have quite the same fear and trembling thing going for you there, between the sheer number of gods, warlords and other things running around, one vampire isn't going to make much of a splash. So I hear, however torture is one area where I prefer to give, rather than take.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angelus rolled his eyes. "Like I didn't have to deal with that back on my own dimension. Strangely, I still made an impression. Hey, if that's your kink consider how hot it is with somebody who can recover fast and take more."

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Well, ambition alway counts for a lot, and if there's one thing you have in spades... Truthfully, I find it too much bother to set up, and I've always held the veiw that if you require that much equipment, you're doing something wrong. *clicks teeth together and grins*

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"It's not the only thing I have in spades. See? No art. No soul. Besides, what do you have on your body that acts like a knife blade, or do I even want to know?"

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Well, apparently you're also heavily into porn. I find that when your tools are limited, you can end up being so much more creative. And I never said a knife fell under too much equipment.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"One magazine! One!" Angelus said. "By that logic I'm infinitely into you since we've made out twice! Zen. I can appreciate that."

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

One magazine with a subscription label on it. And please, be a little louder next time you broadcast that information, I don't think the people in town could hear you. You struck me as the kind of person who could.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"If I wanted people in town to know about me kissing a pain in the ass blond I'd broadcast all the times I made out with Spike," Angelus told her. "I can appreciate the elegance of simplicity"

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

He was the top? You learn something new everyday. That's me in one word, elegant.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angelus gave her a look. "He was never on top. Darla, on the other hand - but you're not exactly Darla material. I can think of a couple of other words..."

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

*half-grin*

And Darla would be? I've probably heard them all before, men tend to revolve around a couple of common themes when talking to me, don't know why.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"The vampire who sired me. Off the top of my head? I'm guessing your great rack contributes to the theme."