Monday night - outside on campus grounds

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

Kawalsky was super-sneaky-stealth-like as he put the second pressure trip wire into place. He only had the most simplistic of equipment, but hey - this was what he used to do for a living, only without the killing and the gunfire and all that.

He looked through his night vision goggles at the far end of the trip wire. Yep, it was ready. Now all he had to do was implement Part II of Operation Distract Rover.

He pulled out his badge and pinned it to his jacket. The badge clearly said "Bob Otto Rover."

Now all he needed to do was find the big white ball.


[OOC: For Rover]

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[prisoner-rover.livejournal.com]

*rover was not super-sneaky-stealth-like.*

*he squeaked too much for that.*

*but deep in his rubbery soul, he sensed something was happening.*

*sort of like...rover-dar.*

*only...not.*

*out on his patrols, rover squeaked down the halls.*

*he squeezed out the doors.*

*and he rolled.*

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

It was hard not to see the bright white ball rolling along. Kawalsky stashed his NVGs, shined his badge and pulled on a hat that said 'Bob Otto Rover'. "Rover! Hey Rover! Over here!" Kawalsky waved his hands and started to jog towards Rover.

[prisoner-rover.livejournal.com]

*at his name, rover stops rolling.*

*waiting still for the student to approach, he vibrates.*

*this is not what was setting off his rover-dar.*

*...that didn't exist.*

*patient (can rover be anything else?), he waited.*

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

"Mr Rover!" Kawalsky greeted in a cheerful salesman-like voice as he approached. "Do you have a moment to talk about a business proposal?" He had trip wires set up in both directions, so Kawalsky felt confident in what he was about to say next. "We can roll and talk if you have somewhere you need to be. I think you'll like what I have to say."

[prisoner-rover.livejournal.com]

*rover did need to keep rolling.*

*the tickle deep in his rubbery body notwithstanding, this was a student.*

*who he protected.*

*and sometimes rolled.*

*but only when he had to.*

*ok. maybe he enjoyed it.*

*with a wiggle, kept rolling, slower, next to the student."

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

Kawalsky walked beside the big ol' cheery ball of doom and adjusted his hat. "See, here's the thing. The current school staff, yourself included, presents a face that some people might call 'omg scary'. I love this school very much despite my short time here and I'd like to see things running more smoothly between the staff and students. I've heard that Principal Bristow is leaving, so I've held off on my plans for him to dress like a leprechaun and give out lucky charms. But that doesn't mean the whole plan needs to skid to a halt. That's why I'm talking to you."

Kawalsky pulled out another badge. "What we need for better communication is a kinder, gentler face to the staff. That's where this campaign comes in. 'Rover' is a very proud, strong name. A little *too* strong. Too impersonal. People want to know that they're being taken care of by someone they know more about on a personal level, someone approachable. So here's what I'm thinking - we give you a first and middle name. 'BOB OTTO ROVER'. It has a ring to it, don't you think?"

He hoped Rover thought so, because he really didn't want to get rolled over by part of the Stay-puft Marshmallow Man.

[prisoner-rover.livejournal.com]

*rover stopped rolling.*

*wigging at the student, he was...hesitant.*

*his own name?*

"bob otto rover...bob otto rover...bob otto rover...*

*he did like the sound of that.*

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

"It's a catchy name," Kawalsky persuaded. The trip wire wasn't too far away. "Folks can still call you Rover, but think about it. You could get a new name plaque for your office. 'Bob Otto Rover'." He emphasized each name with his hands in the air. "It's still a strong, proud name, but with the added extra benefit of being more personable for the student body."

[prisoner-rover.livejournal.com]

*rover rolled along.*

*rover listened.*

*he wasn't so sure he needed to be more personable.*

*he was rover.*

*and he rolled.*

*...or roved.*

*still, the name was nice.*

*it rolled, much like rover did.*

(ooc: rover-mun is totally dying on the hard sell)

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

Kawalsky walked alongside Rover and wouldn't stop talking. He continued with the sales pitch as they got closer and closer to the trip wire. "Look! I even have some great merchandise. 'Bob Otto Rover' badges. 'Bob Otto Rover' boonie hats and baseball caps. A whole 'Bob Otto Rover' clothing range! If sales go well, we could even expand into the lingerie line." Kawalsky waggled his eyebrows and discreetly stepped on the trip wire.


Outside, around campus, three borrowed boom boxes burst into life playing the same song - Britney Spears' Toxic.

"Baby, can’t you see
I’m calling
A guy like you
Should wear a warning
It’s dangerous
I’m fallin’.."


Kawalsky pretended to look startled. "What the..?"

[swerval_zero]

*shrieks of auditory distress emanate from somewhere on the front lawn*

[sooo_cute]

Back in her room, Quinn starts singing along. She can't help it. It's Britney.

[chasingangela]

Angela buries her head in her pillow and groans.

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Lazarus, this is Control. Am I hearing the distraction? And oh my god, you're so ill, Laz."

[prisoner-rover.livejournal.com]

*rover leapt in the air.*

*he vibrated.*

*he rolled around, disoriented.*

*music coming from different directions.*

*breaking the rules of no loud music at night.*

*...maybe not a rule.*

*a social contract?*

*rolling into action, rover rolled to the nearest source of loud music.*

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

Kawalsky called after Rover. "I'll talk to you later, then! My people will call your people!" He had to shout over the ridiculously loud music. "WE'LL DO LUNCH!"

Kawalsky smirked and started walking in the opposite direction to disable the other wire. He'd come back for this one later. He just hoped no one wanted their boom boxes back.

After he was far enough away, he checked in on the radio. "Lazarus to Control. We have one confused powder puff of doom. Repeat, mission accomplished."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Copy that and congratulations, Lazarus. Report back to base. Target acquired and moving. Nice job."

[prisoner-rover.livejournal.com]

(ooc: rover-mun is dead and fanballs Kawalsky liek woah)

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

The music continued to blare from various sources.

"There’s no escape
I can’t wait
I need a hit
Baby, give me it
You’re dangerous
I’m lovin’ it

Too high
Can’t come down
Losing my head
Spinning ‘round and ‘round
Do you feel me now

With a taste of your lips
I’m on a ride
You’re toxic
I’m slipping under
With a taste of poison paradise
I’m addicted to you
Don’t you know that you’re toxic
And I love what you do
Don’t you know that you’re toxic!"