Sixth Floor Common Room

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

All the couches and pillows in the large sixth floor common room have been rearranged to make an enormous pillow fort. Hamlet and Duo peer out from a small window next to a sign reading "NO GIRLS ALLOWED".



Hamlet has a large red welt on his wrist and a crazy look in his eyes. He keep muttering something about the 'Cootie Monster' being after him. Duo looks a little confused, but is happy to go along with his roommate's new fun attitude.


[OOC: Post is open to anyone that wants to drop by.]

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[02maxwell.livejournal.com]

Duo thinks the sunglasses are a bit much for being stealth, since he's used to infiltrating enemy bases and had never once worn sunglasses in the process, but he thinks they look way rockstar. He turns to Hamlet.

"Number 23. What's the enemy status?"

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

*Hamlet keeps peering out nervously from the fort window, afraid they might be attacked at any moment.*

Cooties, Number 2. Dangerous invisible things often found in high concentrations in girls. Known to be highly contagious, and can only sometimes be cured by the "circle circle dot dot" cootie shot method. Don't let them in!

[02maxwell.livejournal.com]

Duo doesn't even look fazed. He nods and yanks Hamlet down into the fort out of range of any enemy fire. Or girls, apparently.

"Okay. What's the plan of attack? Should we send in ground troops? Or a full-out airstrike?" He smiles gleefully and somewhat maniacally.

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

No, they'll be expecting that. Besides, everything is unsecured out there. What if the cooties are airborne? We have weapons--

*He holds up a big fluffy throw pillow.*

--that we can fire at any enemy attackers. At least this part of the school will be kept safe.

[02maxwell.livejournal.com]

Duo fairly cackles. "My god, man! Ain't you gotta sense of adventure!? Almost gettin' killed's the best part!" He grabs a pillow and peers over the edge of the fort.

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

*Hamlet sniffles a little into his pillow.*

The Cooties killed my Father. I don't want to end up like him, all dead and tickled to death. You'll never take me alive!

*He waves his pillow around.*

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

*Santa hip wriggles out of Romo 238, bored and missing Toasty. Somehow, he makes it to the sixth floor*

//This is a weird fort.
Are you to guarding something?
Have you see Toasty?//

[02maxwell.livejournal.com]

Duo nods solemnly and pats Hamlet on the back. "Dude, you shall not be tickled to death or raspberried to death or sneezed to death or any other form of non sequitor to death by the Cooties on my watch!"

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

*Hamlet peers out at their hip-wiggling visitor.*

An invader has come to attack our fort! You try to break through my defenses with your talk of kidnapped toasters, but such talk does not fool me. You want to give me cooties! You will not succeed sirrah, for I am the King of Infinite Space, and this is my Nutshell Palace!!

*He readies a fluffy pillow for the attack.*

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

*Santa peers at the two men in the fort*

//Cooties? What are they?
I come in peace. I'm in love.
Who are you, young sir?//

[02maxwell.livejournal.com]

Duo halts Hamlet's attack. He eyes the intruder and strokes his chin, evil-villian style.

"Hmm. Your wiggling and notions of peace intrigue me! We're looking to guard against and maybe plan an offensive against the Cooties. What's your purpose in this sector?"

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

*Hamlet cuddles his pillow up to his chest.*

He's affiliated with the evil giraffe forces, I just know it. He wants to give me cooties, and force me to go to Terre Haute and eat pudding with him.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Callisto had no real reason to be on the sixth floor, but was anyway. She stopped when she saw the pillow fort. "Hamlet? Duo?"

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

//I am looking for Toasty.
He is lost. I am lonely.
I care not for you.//

*Santa hip wriggles closer*

[02maxwell.livejournal.com]

Duo stops.

"Okay, Gremlin bite, I get that, but, 'Terre Haute' and pudding?"

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

*Hamlet pulls out his pillow and brandishes it dangerously.*

The cooties have found me and are invading! Once more into the breach, dear friends, once more, or close the wall up with our English dead!

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Callisto failed to find the pillow brandishing in any way threatening.

"So Duo, haven't seen you in ages, how you been?"

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

//Your friend is insane.
Maybe he has the Black Plague?
Are you safe there kid?//

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

*Hamlet stares very seriously at Santa.*

I don't think I have the Black Plague, but I do have a milkshake. Should I be worried about my yard being invaded?

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

//My milkshake is flat.
My yard is overgrown with weeds.
You are very odd indeed.//

[02maxwell.livejournal.com]

Duo grins through the gap in the pillow fort at Callisto.

"I'm fine, Miss Callisto, but seein' as how you're a lady, you're invadin' with the Cooties, accordin' to Hamlet here!" He laughs maniacally and ducks down behind the pillows.

"INCOMING!" He shouts and tosses a pillow out of the fort. "Oh no!" He cries. "Now you have a weapon!"

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

A shame about your milkshake and yard. I suppose this means that mine is better than yours. I could teach you the ways of the milkshake, but I'd have to charge.

Nature hath framed strange fellows in her time, but care is no cure, but rather corrosive, for things that are not to be remedied.

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

Callisto grinned as she picked up the pillow, and started walking towards the fort. "Oh Hamlet, Haaaaam-let..."

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

*Hamlet lets out a yelp, and then pulls his pillow close into attack position.*

Here comes the body-snatchers and their filthy cooties! Duo, if I should die, give everything I own to Fortinbras!

[psycho-barbie.livejournal.com]

"Hammie?" Callisto swung her pillow at Hamlet's head. "I don't have cooties!"