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

[chasingangela]

[OOC: Oh, fun. The pink terror might have gotten some flannel shirts and mediocre grunge CDs from Angela's room, and possibly a notebook full of bad poetry?]

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Anything you'd care to donate to the evil cause. ^-^ Consider your flannel and grunge swiped.]

[chasingangela]

[OOC: It seems appealingly crackalicious. Should I make a post having her walk into the common room, or how are you doing this?]

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Hmm. Would it be a problem if Mr. Fluffypants has some of Ror's stuff, but she won't be back to retrieve it until tomorrow night? Because it's possible he might have several classic novels (of your choosing, if you want to get title-specific) and some coffee mugs from her room.]

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

[OOC: You can just wander in here, and see how she deals with the bunny of doom. Angela's things have already been added to the list.]

[02maxwell.livejournal.com]

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

((damn it Paige is at Geoff's she's not even met Hamlet yet! Also she really wants Mr Fluffypants))

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Anything you'd like stolen but can't come back for now can be picked up from Hamlet tomorrow night in room 603 when you get back.]

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

[ooc: OMG PIRATE SMUT. I'd be offended, but Rory would totally have that under her mattress or something.]

[chasingangela]

Back from the library with a mind full of -- thoughts, bad ones, Angela barely notices the bunny or the objects when she walks into the common room.

"That looks like my blue and grey shirt," she thinks, idly, then: "Wait -- it is my shirt. And that's my purple one." She begins to dig in the pile, and to speak aloud, although to herself. "My shirts, my Stone Temple Pilots CD, my Juliana Hatfield 3 CD, my Soul Asylum CD, my -- my notebook? This is, like, private."

She glares around the room, spotting a familiar head of badly-dyed hair over the top of a couch. "Hamlet? Why does Mr. Fluffypants have my stuff?"

[(Anonymous)]

Mr Canute Mimir Fluffypants turns his head to follow Angela as she enters the room. His dead yellow eyes stare intently at her as she nears the pile.

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

*ducks down a little further, hoping not to be seen*

[chasingangela]

As the bunny's head turns, Angela drops her stuff in surprise. "Oh-kay..." she mutters. Then -- and considering that she spent yesterday babysitting a Muppet chicken, she seems more normal about this than she would have been six weeks ago -- she turns and addresses him directly.

"Mr. Fluffypants?" she says, tucking her hair behind her ear, "I'm just going to take my stuff. Is that okay?"

[chasingangela]

*notices Hamlet ducking, but decides not to confront him until she's sure she can't work things out with the bunny.*

[02maxwell.livejournal.com]

*snickers and bops Hamlet on the shoulder*

[(Anonymous)]

Mr Canute Mimir Fluffypants raises himself onto his hot pink legs and puts a paw on the pile. He stares at Angela, as though asking for a good reason to give up his booty. Or perhaps a bribe.

[02maxwell.livejournal.com]

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

(( but it's so cute! I'm trying to think if Paige has anything worth stealing, there's a lot of eletrco CDs Depeche Mode that sort of thing, but it's at Chaucer's. It is an open shop though, someone could easily sneak in))

[02maxwell.livejournal.com]

[swerval_zero]

(ooc: Hey, I thought I was the Pink Terror.)

[chasingangela]

Angela stares blankly at Mr Canute Mimir Fluffypants, trying very hard not to laugh.

"Would you -- would you like to keep something? You can have the Juliana Hatfield 3 CD," she says politely, not adding It sucks anyhow. Or What is a plush rabbit going to do with a CD?

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

((yeah send him in, he could nick a bit of poetry too as long as Paige gets it back. I'll find a piece for you if you like and stick it in your voicemail?))

[(Anonymous)]

Mr Canute Mimir Fluffypants takes the Juliana Hatfield 3 CD in his hot pink paws. Lasers suddenly shoot out of his little yellow eyes and scan it from top to bottom. He nods at Angela, and then throws it back on the pile.

Plush rabbits do not have good taste systems built in.

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Looks like you'll have to fight him for the title. :p]

[swerval_zero]

(ooc: I gotta mallet! :D)