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]]

Comments

[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."

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

*coughs, the cough sounds remarkably like "oedipal complex"*

Oh, is she coming to open house? You think? I mean, despite being spectacular, really, they're just breasts.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Might be. You might like her. No, they're very nice. I should know. I've got an artist's eye."

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

I can hardly wait to meet her. An artist? Is that what you tell the girls to get them to take their clothes off.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Anybody from a millienia or so ago coming to see you? No. Usually taking them off works to get that item off the To Do list"

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Don't know yet. Sent my second in command the invite, he hasn't gotten back to me yet. So you favour the direct approach, then?

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Second in command? This from those so-called armies you keep going on about? I see no point in not going after what I want.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Yes, from the actual army I "keep going on about". I figure that if I get a choice of who has to come, Theodorus is better than my sponsor. A philosophy I also share.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Angelus frowned. "Who's your sponsor? See? This is what I try to tell people. If you want something, take it. What's the point of waiting?"

[ooc: bedtime for me. later!]

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

*Callisto's lip curls*

Member of the Thracian Women's Guild, calls herself the Widow Twanky, completely barking insane. Occasionally waiting can be a good thing, the anticpation adds a little extra something.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"True, nothing like the delicious agony of wanting and waiting Insane, huh? Well that's not always a bad - " Angelus paused, frowning as though he'd only just realized something. "Wait a minute. Are we actually having a conversation?"

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Speaking of which how is Belthazor? Oh gods, we are. *doesn't look either vaguely pleased or panicked* You know what, I just remembered that I have a heap of studying to do. Away from here. So I'll just leave you to your nun-porn.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Crap. Bel. Knew I forgot something. Right, yes," Angelus said. "And we pretend this never happened. Also I have to go untie Bel. Handcuffs chafe after a while."

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Did you damage the emodemon? What happened? I don't remember anything happening. Tell me about it. Go kiss and make up.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Not without his consent! Right. Yes. Nothing." Angelus's eyes might have lingered on Callisto a little too long for his claim to feel entirely true. "Yes... leaving now. No kissing! Do not talk to me about kissing!"

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

That's alright then. No excuse for carelessness though. I'll see you around then... or not, as the case may be. You and Bel! I was talking about you and Bel!

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Yes. That. Definitely. Or... not... definitely. Sure! But now I've got mental images and there's touching involved!"

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

*is slowly but surely backing out of the common room*

So we're agreed. Leaving now. Lots of study.What kind of touching. No! Don't answer that!

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Yes," Angelus said, slowly and carefully. "Studying. With books. Books without pictures of any kind. Dunno, got as far as picturing my hand on your hip and my brain stopped working properly."

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

*is almost at the door*

No pictures. Definitely no art books covering nudes. None. It broke you? Poor thing.