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Room 333 - MacBeth's Welcome

DEATH, on the back of Binky, can be seen riding through the dorm rooms, wearing a standard black robe, a purple leather fedora, and a condom necklace on his scythe. He arrives at Room 333 and notices that his new roommate has not yet arrived. If possible for a seven-foot skeleton, he appears quite pleased and, after consulting what appears to be an interior design book from the 1980s, goes about decorating the room in welcome.

He appears to have copious amounts of faux fur in day glow colors, bits of colored springs, and lots of construction paper. He begins constructing a large, friendly looking sun, as seen in his book, with faux fur rays.

THIS SUN WILL SHINE THE RAYS OF MY WELCOME

...

I BELIEVE THAT WAS PROPERLY METAPHORICAL.

Binky stands in the center of the room, watching patiently with a rubber duck on his back. He may stick his nose out the door from time to time, if someone were to pass down the hall.

((OOC: For the new people: DEATH is a seven-foot tall skeleton, who is often seen with Binky, a large, white, and very much alive horse. Normally he'd be wearing black robes, but, well... he discovered fashion last semester. We'll leave it at that. His eyes glow blue and, for obvious reasons, he has no facial features. DEATH cannot be seen by everyone, because it would break brains. Anyone of a magical/supernatural nature can see him, cats can see him... if you're in a trance, delirious from pain, really high or drunk, or just really Strange-In-The-Head (ie. The Tick) you can probably see him. You might just see a tall, skinny, fuzzy looking guy. The more you interact with DEATH, the better you get at seeing him if you are not so inclined. If you can't see DEATH, you just feel the sense of dread that seems to pervade the area around him. Everyone can hear DEATH, even if they can't see him. His words aren't heard by ears, so much as by heads, but that's not too important. Any Questions?))

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Lisa's strolling the halls, and sees that DEATH's door is open.

Man, that's kind of weird to think.

Anyway, she sticks her head in and looks for him. The process involves a little squinting, especially considering the new decor.

"Anyone home?"

[OOC: I am so coming to bug you until the new roomie gets here. Hi!]

Lisa thinks to herself that it can not be the same MacBeth that she's thinking about. But then again...

"It was pretty good. I wasn't going to leave town, but ~~my mun developed a bad case of ADHD~~ a friend called me from my old school, so I went to spend some time with him and his family. I had never had an elderly woman comment on my booty before, but there's always a first time for everything."

She enters and gets a better look at the room. Yeah, it might be... interesting, but it's full of life, which makes her smile considering the decorator.

"Anyway, I brought you back a few presents (http://www.chocolategelt.com/catalog/images/chanukah-favor-bag.jpg) from my holiday." She places them down on a piece of lime green faux fur and grins. "It's just candy."

[OOC: Okay, A. You know I am a huge softie and won't be able to turn away anyone, nevermind you, omg I am so excited. B, Lilly and Janet are pulling together a sorority. DEATH is getting invited. The end.]

*DEATH, spinning the chocolate dradel idly on his hand, he grins, which is not suprising, since he is always grinning.*

*At that moment, strange girl with pigtails enters the room.*

There's a "cloppy cloppy" noise in the hall that sounds like it is aproaching. Not long after, Pippi rides carfully through the door on Old Man. She looks at DEATH, Binky, and Lisa plainly.

"Hello, I'm sorry to barge in, I just had to find you when I heard. That.." she points to DEATH's horse, "..is Binky, so which one is Death, and which is the one who's name I haven't heard yet?"

*DEATH nods at the strange girl in pigtails*

*Binky steps forward to nuzzle curiously at the new horse in his room. He is used to being the only horse in the dorm.*

*He motions to Lisa, standing next to him.*

"Hello Lisa, Hello Binky, Hello Death. I would love some candy, is it caramel? I am Pippi, and this is Old Man, and this is Mr. Neilson."

*Interestingly, DEATH does not seem concerned that Pippi can see him and, in fact, does not even seem to notice. Instead, he cocks his skull to one side, staring carefully at the braids*

Pippi seems even less conserned over DEATH's appearance, and she doesn't mind that he's a six foot skele either. :)

"I don't know," Pippi shrugs, "They just do. Thank you for the candy and the complement. I really like what you've done with your room."

She takes a candy and unwraps it, taking care with the wrapper to fold it back like a coin and saves it.

"Hmmm, chocolate."

*DEATH has finished the faux fur sun, which is approximately three feet in diameter. He then begins creating a small sign, each letter perched on a spring, that reads: "WELCOME MACBETH". It will likely sproing in a terrifying manner when finished.*

"It certainly gives you something to grow into... I'm sure your new roommate will love it, I know I do." She totally means that.

"I'm sorry Lisa, I didn't answer your question. Yes, I am a new student. I'm a Freshman... Though I don't get it, why am I a FreshMAN... I'm pretty sure I'm not a man..." She returns her attention to Lisa, "Are you a student, a teacher, a machine that dispenses gumballs, or some combination there in?"

*DEATH, looking up from his sign for a moment, looks curiously at Lisa, awaiting her response. The importance of anatomy to mortals has always fascinated him. It is something he hopes to more fully understand before the term is over.*

"I'm a student," Lisa says in a friendly fashion. "Although I work at the Clinic, so gumball dispenser isn't that far off. But DEATH is a freshman too, even though he is technically not a man, I don't think. It's just a term that's been accepted over time, I guess. And I'm a junior, at any rate."

Lisa ~~totally picks up on the vibes in the room~~ shrugs, although not in an un-polite fashion.

"I should get going, I'm awfully tired after my commute today. It was nice to meet you Pippi. You should come down to my room sometime and hang out, perhaps your horse would enjoy spending time with my roommate's cat.

DEATH, good to see you. I'll catch you at work this week?"

*DEATH nods.*

*DEATH shakes his scythe, which holds a collection of multi-colored condoms, for emphasis.*

Pippi looks up at the collection on the scythe and then looks back down at the paper in her pocket.

"Oh."

Then, the PA crackles to life. (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhigh/480844.html?nc=2)

Pippi listens to the thing about the jam.

"I guess pie for punishment wasn't so unbelievable after all."

*DEATH listens to the announcement.*

*He spreads his bony fingers, palm out, and does his best jazz hands*

"Perhaps then you should give your sun some jazz hands then?"

She has been sitting on Old Man this whole time, both he and Mr. Neilson are getting restless. The monkey tugs on her ear.

"Okay okay. I'm sorry DEATH but I have to get these guys up to 506 it's been a pretty crazy day for them. I'll see you around, and say 'Hi' to your new roommate for me!"

"Yes, I wouldn't want to end up in the clinic."

"I'm Lisa Cuddy," she says with a soft smile and a wave. "I'm alive, and have no horse. But it's nice to meet you - you must be a new student?"

[feel free to reply to DEATH and I'll just refresh and interject from time to time.]

((Righty-o moving down. :)

Walter stopped outside DEATH's room and looked inside. It could almost be called a professional courtesy to stop in, given Walter's nom de guerre of "Angel of Death," but he wasn't quite that cocky.

The problem was that he was fairly certain that the girl on the horse and the other young woman were not who he was looking for.

Much like a witch, Walter had been around enough death to know it when he saw it and eventually his eyes focused unwillingly on the tall fellow who had somehow been unobtrusively looming almost directly in front of him.

"Oh. Hi. I'm Walter. I'm new here." He considered holding out his hand for a handshake, considered reconsidering it, and stuck it out anyway.

*DEATH looks up from his colored springs and grips the hand profferred him firmly. His grip is exceedingly cold, causing a distinct feeling of dread and peril in most mortals. He does his best, however, to put out a cheery aura, suceedingly only in giving the impression that, perhaps, dying isn't such a bad idea after all.*

Nice introduction. If he hadn't spent recent years in the company of someone whose aura was just about as comforting and a lot less egalitarian, Walter might have been bothered. As it is, it's almost homey.

"I'm Walter C. Dornez, butler of Hellsing, known as the Angel of Death." He shrugs and takes a chocolate. "Thanks. I had to stop in and meet the real DEATH."

Walter watches the exchange between DEATH and his new roommate and decides to leave them to get to know each other.

"Nice meeting you, DEATH. I'll see you." He nods to Macbeth on his way out and heads back to his room for some sleep.

What an eventful day so far...
Mind-boggling, of course.

Macbeth was secretly thankful when Parker took him by the arm and led him to where he needed to be. What he needed right now was to find his way to a bed, lay himself down, and get a good night's rest.
He pushed open the door...
And froze.

"What in the name of Scotland is THIS, now?"

His jaw hung open as he surveyed the eye-melting decor... Fur... colours he hadn't even been aware existed... A rather furry sun...
He looked over his shoulder at Parker, entirely dumbfounded.

"Ah." Parker's smile is weak. She's never seen DEATH, but she's heard him talk a good bit, and the 'jazz hands' thing is legendary by now. "Um. He's a freshman too. You'll be in the same classes!"

Yeah, that was reassuring.

*DEATH looks up, having just finished the sign on springs that reads: WELCOME! and sees his new roommate*

*Binky, who is also in the room, nuzzles MacBeth's shoulder in a somewhat comforting manner. One might even have the slight impression that the horse knows how you feel.*

"That's... good, right?" Macbeth looked into the room again, a second glance revealing the "Freshman" that Parker spoke of, his jaw still hanging open.
....
"He wouldn't happen to know a trio of... very odd women, would he...?"
His voice was low, his mind so packed with absurdity that he thought he might want to take that seat that Parker had mentioned earlier.
So he did. There, on the floor, in the doorway.

*DEATH, impervious to the fact that he is likely not being seen as he is, if at all, continues chattering blithely, completely oblivious to the fact that his new roommate seems disturbed. The aura of mortal dread seems almost... warm.*

"This is MacBeth Thane. He's from Scotland," Parker said, addressing the-- area-- where DEATH was standing. Bright, fashion-defying images were trying to make their way to her brain, but she resisted the awareness with all of her considerable fashionist ability. The most she got was fur and sunshine and of course, *cold*.

"He's also from a thousand years ago, so, uh. No freaking him out with porn or video games, okay?"

Macbeth blinked up from the floor at the horse nuzzling into his shoulder, jumping a little at the voice that seemed to echo through his head -he realized at that moment that he was developing a bit of a headache- and absently putting a hand on the horse's forehead.
"I'm... Thane... Uh... I mean..." He took another drawn-out breath and pulled himself to his feet. "I am Thane Macbeth of Glamis and Cawdor..."
His gaze drifted for a moment to the nametag that was pasted to his chest, then he looked up again, wondering for a brief moment if perhaps it was the horse who was addressing him.
He had borne witness to stranger things, recently.
Or... not so recently...

*DEATH pauses, considering what Parker has said.*

*His gaze shifts to MacBeth, and, even if he cannot be seen, the feeling of his gaze can certainly be felt. The aura around him, despite DEATH's best attempts at being cherry, is still rather creepy. In a very egalitarian sort of way.*

*DEATH reaches out and takes MacBeth's hand, giving it what he hopes is a friendly shake. The touch is cold, and leaves one with the feeling that he is a bit more familar with his mortality than he ought to be. In a friendly sort of way, however.*

"I'm outta here," Parker blurts, overcome by a flash of ohmygodsowrongmomeee!. "You guys have whatever kinda fun you want where I don't have to hear about it. Later, Thane!"

And she flees into the dorms like she's got a pack of walking trees at her heels.

Macbeth sat there, staring at his hand, which felt like it was locked in somewhat of a welcoming... yet... unnerving... handshake.
"It is... good to meet you, as well..." He looked up at the blank space that was in front of him, a chill running down his spine.
And as Parker ran off, he found himself feeling very, very alone in a very, very odd place, being spoken to by a very pleasant, unpleasant individual that he couldn't quite see.
He almost wished that he was in the presence of Banquo's ghost again, but this DEATH that he was to be sharing a room with was, although chilling, far less accusing than his late best friend.

*DEATH mounts Binky and rides from the room. Anyone watching might be given the impression that the horse rode through the doorjam, as though the width of the door had been misjudged. Obviously, this couldn't have been the case, because that sort of thing just doesn't happen.*

Macbeth sat there in silence, trying to wrap his mind around what had just gone on.
Shakily, he pulled himself to his feet, pulling the door closed and looking around the room.
So... fuzzy... and bright...

And on legs that felt as though there were made of haggis gone wrong, he wobble-walked to his bed and finally collapsed there, one eye open, keeping alert for anything that might go bump in the night.

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