Aeryn Sun (
can_be_more) wrote in
fandomhighdorms2005-12-26 12:03 pm
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Second floor common room, Monday afternoon
Aeryn likes to be left alone when she's in a bad mood, but at times like this she's slightly annoyed by the quiet. Even she can only spend so much time in the gym when she's bored, so Aeryn camps out in front of the television, watching the occasional court show and lowering her opinion of the human race in general.
At one point, she goes back to her room to retrieve the Nerf gun. Shooting at stupid people on TV actually helps.
((Open to anyone who might be around.))
At one point, she goes back to her room to retrieve the Nerf gun. Shooting at stupid people on TV actually helps.
((Open to anyone who might be around.))

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Aeryn shoots the obviously-lying landlord again.
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he figures she can figure it out herself.
"I don't know," he says as he gets his own plane in the air. "Imagine that you're shy and you can't work up the courage to kiss the person you like, it could be a nice excuse." He glances at Aeryn for a moment. "I suppose you wouldn't have that problem."
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Aeryn aims the plane just high enough to knock a sprig of mistletoe to the ground. It's better when she's got an actual feel for the ship, but this is easy.
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"Nice," he says as Aeryn hits the mistletoe. "Who the hell hung these up anyway? And why so much? I've have to kiss the entire room here... which I won't." He sends his plane higher as well, knocking down another sprig.
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His plane wings one of the plants and loses balance, Cameron manages to get it straightened again, but by now it's in collision course with Aeryn's.
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Barely noticing this, she says, "I don't think half the people who have been in here noticed it, so maybe there was a point to it. It just failed miserably."
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"I guess we might as well get rid of it all, then." He aligns his plane with a row of mistletoe and cuts them off with his wing. "Tiiiiiiimber!"
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