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.

[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 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?"

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

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

[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]

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]

"Wow, dude," Bridge says, impressed with John's logic, "you are good."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"You wanna come find mischief?" John smiles and beckons her out of her room. "No, we need all the help we can get especially if mischief puts up a fight."

[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.

[sharon-valerii.livejournal.com]

Almost bouncing, Sharon quickly steps out and closes the door. "Should I bring anything? Chocolate? Old homework? Popcorn kernels?"

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?

[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 . . . ?"

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Uh, not sure actually." John eyes his empty hands. "Don't think so. Hopefully mischief will know who's the boss when we show up."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Archie!" John waves and smiles. "John Crichton. I look like Cameron Mitchell but prettier."

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[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.

[actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com]

"Pleasure to meet you as well, John . . . who is Cameron Mitchell, though?" Though really, you are quite pretty, and I haven't forgotten how to subtext.

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[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.

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[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.

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[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.

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[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Hearing a crash in the direction that John ran off to, Bridge follows, somersaulting along.

"Dude, you okay?" he says, when he reaches the broom closet. "Did you find any mischief?"

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

Having not seen Archie since his reappearance but having heard about it, John nods slowly. "Sorry, forgot about that. And, well, Cam looks exactly like me except we're not twins or related or anything. Just look very similar."

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[actingltcrumpet.livejournal.com]

Archie raises an eyebrow. "Can one carry mischief in a bucket?"

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[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Only if mischief is a liquid. Or a small animal. Or, quite possbly, rocks." John climbs out of the broom closet. "No mischief in here. Just smelly cleaning stuff."