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]

*has actually managed to get through the door, and is about to start down the hallway... as soon as she can get her feet to move*

Text is good. Great even. Words are fun. Oh, dear. That is a problem isn't it?

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Very fun. With reading. And no touching at all. Seems to be a common problem when you're around. Not sure why."

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

*steps backwards down the hall in the direction of the stairwell*

*nods* Reading good, touching bad. Hmm. Maybe you should go to your bunk visit the clinic?

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

*Is very possibly following her towards the stairwell without even being aware of it.*

Yes. Because we're here to learn. And not touch. Are you offering to play doctor?

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

*has finally reached the stairwell and now has to turn, or risk tripping and landing on Angelus breaking her neck*

No, no touching, and no learning to touch either. Maybe, I'd have to borrow some of Janet's big scary needles first though.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Definitely not learning to touch. *might be closer, but refuses to admit it* Because that would be implying we were bad at it. And needed to learn. Or practice. Yeah, like I've got a kink against things that draw blood.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

*has quite possibly reached the forth floor landing*

Practice does makes perfect. Not that we should be practicing touching. Didn't think you did.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

*Might be standing close enough to her that they're barely an inch apart.*

No. No practicing at all. Ever. Is that a yes?

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

*really should be heading up those stairs*

None, whatsoever. It's a maybe.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

*Really should to. Instead of leaning in*

Right. Or doing. I can live with that. Unlive. Whatever.

[ooc: sadly going to bed]

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

*is going to head up those stairs at any moment, really*

That would be bad. Naughty even. Good to know.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Very naughty. Perhaps deserving of some kind of punishment.

[ooc: Morning!]

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Indeed, but nothing too harsh. Whips? Chains? Spankings?

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"No. Because that would be uncomfortable. Do I have to limit it to just one?" Angelus stared for a long time. "Um. I... should... go."

[ooc: Seriously! Esp since this wasn't our post to start with. *Waves to the indulgent parents of Mr. Fluffypants*]

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

And uncomfortable, isn't fun. The more merrier I say. Yeah...me...too.

*Callisto feet suddenly start working again and she heads up the stairs*

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

*Does the same by going back to his room to untie Bel study*

[ooc: *gives thread-parent flowers*]

[02maxwell.livejournal.com]

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Thanks for putting up with Dork and Dorkette, Mr. Fluffypants! *smooch*]

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