Third Floor Common Room - Monday Evening

[death-n-binky.livejournal.com]

*DEATH can be seen, by those inclined to see him, sitting in the middle of the floor in the common room with an open box of colored condoms and a book on balloon art. He appears to be staring at the in consternation. For those unable to see him, there is a distinct aura of very annoyed dread.*

I NEVER THOUGHT I WOULD REGRET THE LACK OF A PROPER PULMONARY SYSTEM.

((OOC: DEATH needs lungs! Someone? Anyone? Also, if any of the newbies have questions regarding how/if one sees DEATH, comment and I'll explain in more detail.))

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[death-n-binky.livejournal.com]

*DEATH looks at the balloon curiously and then back at Parker, who is the closest person available. He launches the balloon at Parker, some of the resulting splash likely hitting everyone else in the vicinity.*

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"AHHH!" Parker blinks, and whips sopping wet hair out of her face. "Damn. Should've seen that coming." She laughs, and says, "If I threw one at you, would you actually get wet?"

[death-n-binky.livejournal.com]

*DEATH considers this.*

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Oh, awesome," Parker chortles, and throws a green condom balloon overhand, aiming for the skull she can't really see. "Banzai!"

[death-n-binky.livejournal.com]

*DEATH, noticing that the balloon is definately going to miss, moves himself into the path of the balloon, making sure to observe the rules of coporeal reality. Even those that cannot see him, note that there is a puddle forming on the floor and with drips falling out of nowhere.*

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Glad I could share the experience," Parker said, snickering. "Hooo, boy. Thanks for bringing the condoms!"