3rd Floor Common Room

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*DEATH is in the 3rd floor common room with a collection of lacey, see-through robes and what appears to be, if one were to take the time to look, matching undergarments specially sized for those without flesh. Interestingly, the space where clevage should be is filled with perfectly shaped dead air. He is changing outfits periodically and then examining himself, pausing to scribble notes on a peice of parchment.*

LOVELY... HONEY... DEAR... LOVE... SNOOKUMS... SWEETIE...

*The list of endearments continues, almost mantra-like, as though DEATH were attempting to memorize them. Every 15 minutes or so, the mantra ceases, as DEATH, slipping on a pair of high-heels, tries to strut around the common room, exuding what he hopes is an air of confidence and self-assured style.*

I AM CALM, COOL, COLLECTED. I AM A SELF-ASSURED... ENTITY... OF SUBSTANCE AND EVERY MAN SHOULD WANT ME.

*DEATH stops, now and again, to rifle through a pile of notes and teen fashion magazines.

Those that cannot see DEATH notice only a rubber duck in the corner with what appears to be lacey, red panties on its head and a very comical, but self-assured, sense of dread.*

((OOC: Come help DEATH with his seduction and charm techniques. He needs someone to practice on...))

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[death-n-binky.livejournal.com]

*DEATH produces a pair of strappy, heeled sandals. They appear to have rhinestones on them.*

[http://users.livejournal.com/susan_death_/]

"Ugh, rhinestones. How tacky. Something in black, with a slight heel, maybe?" She rams a hand over her mouth and begs her stupid brain to shut up.

[emo-padawan.livejournal.com]

"Do you have anything a little, um, less sparkly?" Anakin cleared his throat. "Not that sparkly isn't appropriate at the right time, of course, but you don't want the Dean focused on your footware."

[death-n-binky.livejournal.com]

*DEATH seems to consider this.*

[http://users.livejournal.com/susan_death_/]

Ooh, diplomatic. And tricky. "yes! you want the Dean focussed on, uh, your message, not your clothes, right? You've got to be careful not to wear anything too, um, overpowering. Right, Anakin?"

[emo-padawan.livejournal.com]

"Exactly!" Anakin gave Susan a grateful smile, glad she was catching on to the game.

[death-n-binky.livejournal.com]

*DEATH examines Susan's dress carefully.*



*He pauses, deciding to try some of his verbal charms*



*DEATH flips through a copy Getting What You Want From Men*



*DEATH produces a pair of sandals in matte black, that wind up his tibio-fibular complex.*

[http://users.livejournal.com/susan_death_/]

"You don't have a body, though," blurts Susan before she can stop herself.

Then she frowns and glances down at her plain, servicable black skirt and white blouse. "What's wrong with what I'm wearing?"

[emo-padawan.livejournal.com]

Anakin was so not getting involved in this argument. Strange enough that she was calling a freshman "Grandfather."

[emo-padawan.livejournal.com]

"Those are good," Anakin said. "I like those."

He put up his hands. "Not enough to wear them myself or anything, but I think they really do go with the rest of the, um, emsemble."

Force, Padme would laugh herself sick to know how he was spending his evening.

[death-n-binky.livejournal.com]

*DEATH nods appreciatively, and sets the shoes aside. Changing back into his standard black robes, he glathers his pile of clothes.*



*DEATH turns to Susan before he leaves.*



*DEATH, placing his rubber duck back on his shoulder, heads toward the door.*

[http://users.livejournal.com/susan_death_/]

Susan sighs and collapses into a chair, rubbing her eyes. "Oh, that went well." She peers up at the other boy curiously. "I'm Susan, by the way."

[emo-padawan.livejournal.com]

"Anakin," he replied. "And I wish I could say that was the strangest thing I've seen at this school."

He raised an eyebrow. "Why did you call him 'Grandfather' anyway? And who's Binky?"

[http://users.livejournal.com/susan_death_/]

Susan flushes pink. "Oh, cabbages. Please don't tell anyone about that? It's kind of a long story."

She sighs. "Binky is his horse. I used to spend a lot of time riding him, taking care of him. I haven't recently though. He's a good horse."

[emo-padawan.livejournal.com]

"Of course I won't mention it," Anakin replied. "With all the strange clones who-aren't-related around here, I'm not sure anyone else would even blink to hear about it, either. There's a guy here who's from my future." He scrunched up his face. "It's enough to make my brain hurt if I think about it too hard."

[http://users.livejournal.com/susan_death_/]

Susan laughs quietly, leaning forward to rest her elbows on her knees. "I heard about that. I wouldn't think about it too hard, if I was you."

She sighs. "I'm sorry you had to see that. He gets... odd sometimes."

[emo-padawan.livejournal.com]

"I was bit by a gremlin earlier in the week and, apparently, spent a few hours traipsing around in women's clothing and singing show tunes. I'm fine with odd," he said, laughing lightly.

"I just wish I could see the look on the Dean's face when they have their meeting. I'm thinking it might be priceless."

[http://users.livejournal.com/susan_death_/]

Susan tries not to laugh. Then pictures it, and laughs anyway. "And he won't have any idea what he's done wrong. He'll just stand there and twirl his scythe and say PERHAPS THE NECKLINE WAS TOO MODEST." She leans forward and giggles into her hands.

[emo-padawan.livejournal.com]

Anakin snickered. "Everyone needs a cause, I suppose," he said when he finally regained control.

He stood up regretfully. "I'm afraid I have an early class tomorrow," he said. "It was very nice to meet you, Susan, even if it was under some, well, interesting circumstances."

[http://users.livejournal.com/susan_death_/]

"Likewise, Anakin. I'm sure I'll see you around?" She leaves the question hanging, a little shyly.

[emo-padawan.livejournal.com]

"Good luck with your meeting!" Anakin called after him.