Friday after classes - Locker 327, and parts west: Xander and Barbossa search for sound-bites

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Anybody foolish enough to be anywhere near Locker 327 in the first place, might remark, "Wow, what a freakbasket" at the sight of Xander Harris approaching it very carefully, a hand-held tape recorder in one hand, and a paper basket containing the remains of a Bloomin' Onion in the other. Or possibly "moron" might be substituted for "freakbasket," depending on the personal taste of the observer.


{ooc - probably extremely slow-timed over the weekend}

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Barbossa was fiddling with the knobs of a toy that O'Neill had sent to him (http://www.thinkgeek.com/gadgets/security/677e/). Muffled squeals and the occassional ominous thump could be picked up.

"It be soundin' busy in thar today," he said.

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Xander looked nervously at him. "Busy like somebody's having a limbo party, or busy like sounds of digestion?"

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Barbossa cranked up the sound. "A little o' both, maybe?" He shuddered. "Oh, I be hatin' Locker 327."

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"It's definitely one of the creepier things around here. Mostly we just tended to find dead people - the regular kind of dead, not the zombie kind - in the lockers at my old school. The occasional ghost having a temper tantrum."

Xander walked a little bit closer with the recorder.



{ooc - is the snooper hooked up to the recorder, do you think, or does he need to actually be close enough to pick up sounds with the built-in mic? Could be funny either way.}

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Barbossa stared at him. "Huh. This be my first experience with formal-type education. Locker 327 be not somethin' at every school?" He muttered something about "fine print."

Barbossa followed behind him, eyes a little wider than normal.

[OOC: *pokes at webpage* It doesn't look like it hooks into a recorder. I think we'll have to get closer. Hee.]

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"Well, probably most schools have a locker with that number." Xander can hear vague groans and clanks coming from the locker now, even without the aid of Barbossa's electro-ears. "But I'm thinking they don't all get warnings to stay away from it on the morning announcements."

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"Ye've probably got a point thar." He looked at the recorder. "How much closer do we need to be gettin' to that thing?" Barbossa could swear he heard banthabell music coming out of the locker now.

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Xander glanced at the recorder. "Good question. Maybe we should rewind and see what we picked up."

He hit the rewind button for a second, then pressed play. From the small speaker came Barbossa's voice saying "...be not somethin' at every school?" Then Xander answering, "Well probably most schools have a locker--"

Then static.

Then this.

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Barbossa stared at the recorder. "That be soundin' like enough t'me. How 'bout ye?"

[OOC: I adore you. That's awesome.]

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"That be soundin' like more than enough," Xander replied, holding the recorder at arm's length again, but this time like he was more afraid of it than of Locker 327.

He turned and started to walk away from the locker, when with a creak of metal, the door slammed open.

As Xander spun around to look, something thick, purple, and vinelike shot out of the darkness within, and wrapped itself around his ankle.

"Agh! Leggo!" he shouted, and kicked at it with his other foot, but it only tightened its hold and started pulling him towards the locker.

"Look, you don't want us; we're all full of Twinkies. We're like, 90% preservatives," Xander babbled. In a moment of desperation, he held up the basket in his left hand. "Want some Bloomin' Onion instead?"

The tentacle thing, amazingly, relaxed its grip, uncoiling from his ankle and withdrawing almost completely into the locker, just the suckered tip sticking out. There was a growl, and it made a beckoning gesture at his hand. Xander, swallowing hard, tossed the basket of breaded onion bits into the gaping locker, and it slammed shut.

A second later, there was a loud belching sound from within.

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Barbossa stared in shock. "That be...different," he finally managed.

He pulled a flask from his pocket and took a long couple of swallows. He pulled another flask from a different pocket and held it towards Xander. "Rum?" he offered.

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Xander glanced quickly around for authority figures who might take it away from him assign him detention for drinking on school property, then nodded, and took the flask. "Thanks."

He took a quick swig, made a face at the taste, then took another, before handing it back to Barbossa. "Right, note to self - always carry junk food; it may save your life someday."

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Barbossa made the flask disappear quickly into his many pockets. "O' course the rum be fer medicinal purposes--we've had a bit of a fright, after all."

He grinned and pulled out a Twinkie, holding it like a sword. "Ye ready t'beat a strategic retreat from here?"

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Xander shuddered. "Oh, yeah."



{ooc- did we have someplace/someone in mind for 'parts west' ? Or think you they have enough in general?}

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[OOC: I think we might have enough. Maybe work up a quick riff offline of them putting their sounds together like the dialogue Ted showed us so we have something shiny for class?]

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{ooc - Maybe like so? Or it can be rearranged. There can be ic discussion of said rearrangement iffen ya want, or we just figure it out ooc and then turn in the final version in class.}