Mischief Hunting [Friday Night]

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

After receiving orders from Officer Tyler, Bridge and John are on patrol for any potental mischief that might be occurring in and around the halls of Fandom High's dorms. Looking in nooks, crannies, kicking away dust bunnies and helping little old ladies across the street, no stone is left unturned in their pursuit of mischief.

A stirring in the bushes?
A snap of a twig?
A groaning in a dorm room...okay, so maybe they weren't going to check that out.

But, beware mischief, you're hunted prey now!

[Come mischief hunting!]

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[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Heeere, mischief mischief mischief..." Bridge sing-songs as he walks down the hall, stopping every once and a while to somersault and then flatten himself against the wall.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John takes the more...not somersaulty approach and just really stealthy presses himself against the wall just like Ponch, snaking his head around corners.

Lowering his voice, he whispers to Bridge, "No mischief in sight. It might be hiding. Do you know what we can do to get mischief out?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Liberal application of stain remover?" Bridge supplies with a shrug.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John laughs before darting his eyes around the corridor. "I thought club soda got everything out. Maybe there's a secret chant. Like, you know, the chant from Babe, that pig movie?

"Bah ewe ram! BAH EWE RAM!"

[sharon-valerii.livejournal.com]

Sharon, who was kind of studying, but mostly bored, sticks her head out into the hallway, and eyes the two boys. Their movements remind her of her dad's favorite cop movie, and she feels a moment of emo!angst before shoving it aside and coughing. "You guys having fun?"

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John makes a quick shushing noise. "Hunting mischief. We think it's hiding. We're gonna catch it."

[sharon-valerii.livejournal.com]

Unable to keep the amused smile from her face, Sharon tilted her head. "Sounds fun. Need a hand, or is this a lock your door and hide under the covers with a rubber chicken kind of thing?"

[actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com]

Archie, bored of studying and out for an evening walk, notices Bridge and John, and can't help laughing at their comical attempts at stealth. He also can't help wondering what they're up to.

"What sort of mischief are you up to on this fine night?" he inquires casually, strolling up to them.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Oh, dude." Bridge says seriously, "we're not causing mischief, we're hunting it. Wanna help?" he asks. "Oh! And I'm Bridge," he adds as an afterthought.

[actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com]

"Hunting mischief, hmm?" Archie chuckles. "I suppose I can use the exercise." He tips his hat to Bridge. "Pleased to meet you, Bridge -- Archie Kennedy. And your companions are . . . ?"

MISCHIEF COME OUT AND PLAY!

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

With a crew of four, John, Bridge, Archie, and Sharon are now setting out to find that cruel mistress, fate mischief. Have you seen mischief? Are you mischief? Is mischief in Iowa?

Re: MISCHIEF COME OUT AND PLAY!

[sharon-valerii.livejournal.com]

Deciding that imitating the boys (affectionate term, really) would make her giggle too much, Sharon simply walks. Carefully. Behind them, eyes scanning the hallways, searching for Helo toasters mischief.

Re: MISCHIEF COME OUT AND PLAY!

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge continues to move "stealthily" down the corridor, looking a little disappointed that the others don't seem to be doing the same.

Re: MISCHIEF COME OUT AND PLAY!

[actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com]

Archie, having decided that the telescope is of no use in close quarters and also that his companions are quite possibly insane, follows behind Bridge and John. He suspects that in hunting for mischief, they may end up finding themselves.

Re: MISCHIEF COME OUT AND PLAY!

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John, deciding to really imitate the movies, hears a muffled sound from down the corridor and dives into an empty broom closet where upon a bucket smacks his knee and an old mop falls on him.

[aroseintime.livejournal.com]

Rose is sitting alone, writing a letter to her Mum when she sees a group of people come by acting rather oddly.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

As the group passes by one of the rooms, John waves. "Hey, seen any mischief in here?"

[aroseintime.livejournal.com]

"You lot seem more of a mischief that anything," Rose says with a smile.

MISCHIEF HUNTING THREAD

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

After assembling a group containing Bridge, Sharon, Archie, and Rose, John leads the small pack into one of the main corridors on the top floor.

Maybe mischief likes heights...

Re: MISCHIEF HUNTING THREAD

[sharon-valerii.livejournal.com]

Whispering, 'cause whispering seems like a good plan, Sharon says, "What does the mischief look like?"

Re: MISCHIEF HUNTING THREAD

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Good question!" Bridge says, "is it white or red? Is it black or blue? Is it furry or scaly, three arms or two?"

UP TO MISCHIEF

[fh-anonymous.livejournal.com]

There is the sound of falling books from a room down the hall.

Re: UP TO MISCHIEF

[actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com]

Archie tilts his head in the direction of the sound. "Did you hear that?"

Re: UP TO MISCHIEF

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

*The noise in the sixth floor hallway has finally gotten loud enough to interrupt Hamlet's nightly emo session reflection time. Putting down his books, he opens the door to room 603 and blinks in surprise at the large number of people in the hall.*

What are all of you doing up on this floor?

Re: UP TO MISCHIEF

[sharon-valerii.livejournal.com]

"Hunting for mischief?" Sharon explains, noting that Hamlet is tall. ish.