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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[emo-padawan.livejournal.com]

Anakin groaned. He knew Little Bunny Foo Foo. And he needed those notes back. He'd be damned if he would do the hand gestures, though.

He levitated the bell into his hand.

"Little Bunny Foo Foo," he sang, and then clanged the bell sullenly. "Hopping through the forest." Clang. "Pickin' up the field mice" --clang-- "and boppin' 'em on the head."

He rolled his eyes. "Down came the Good Fairy and she said:

"Little Bunny Foo Foo"--clang--"I don't want to see you"--clang--"Pickin' up the field mice"--clang--"And boppin' em on the head."

His eyes begged for death.

[(Anonymous)]

Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants applauds wildly with his stuffed hot pink paws. That song always made him think of the crowded human-rights-violating Chinese factory where he was born. He motioned to A-beta that he may take his notes back as well.

Plush rabbits have no embarrassment detectors.

[emo-padawan.livejournal.com]

Jedi do not scuttle, but Anakin certainly left the common room in a hurry, notes clutched to his chest and his banthabell clanging all the way back to his room.

He wasn't sure if it was physically possible to die of embarrassment, but he was convinced he might be the first.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

the crowded human-rights-violating Chinese factory where he was born

[OOC: *dies* Considering my job involves the monitoring of human rights conditions in factories in China, I lost a mouthful of coffee over this.]

[swerval_zero]

(ooc: This is what really set him on the path to the dark side, isn't it?)

[emo-padawan.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Totally. If they had only let him play the folk music he loved the galaxy would have been a happier, fluffier place.]

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

_{[ooc: *is completely dead, you know that*]}

[emo-padawan.livejournal.com]

[OOC: *rings banthabell* *sullenly* Hee. Yay! My comedy has a body count!]