ext_185890 ([identity profile] cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2006-02-05 06:18 pm

Fifth Floor Common Room, Superbowl time on Sunday

Pip had known something was wrong the moment he entered the dorm.

Something... not right in the atmosphere of the dorm. Something wrong in it's aura, it's chi if you will.

At first he brushed it off as paranoia. Then he passed some of the common rooms and saw people crowding around television sets. They were talking about birds from Seattle and Steel from Pittburgh.

It hadn't taken Pip long to put two and two together. And the answer he got (four), filled him with dread.

Superbowl Sunday.

American Football

Thinking quickly, he put all his millitary training into action. Running into the fifth floor common room, he grabbed some cusions from the couch to form a small, knee-high barrier.

He then taped a sign up by the common room.

Superbowl Free Zone

He started cooking crepes and turned on the TV, looking for anything that was not the Superbowl. Settling on HBO, he settled back and continued to cook his crepes.

The Dread Scourge would never make its way here while he was on guard.


[[OOC: Come. Enter freely. Leave some of the happiness you bring. Eat Crepes. Watch something that isn't the Superbowl.]]

[identity profile] strongestgirl.livejournal.com 2006-02-06 12:31 am (UTC)(link)
Pippi came flouncing through and notice the sign.

"You're giving away free super-bowls? Are they anything like those really bouncy balls we used to infest the stairs?"

[identity profile] strongestgirl.livejournal.com 2006-02-06 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
"Ohhh, I love it when you make creepys!" she hops into the couch cushion fort and takes the crepe and looks at the TV.

"Does 'HBO' stand for 'Hey! Beastmater's On!' or something?"





[[ooc: Thank you, I have dated myself with that joke.

[identity profile] strongestgirl.livejournal.com 2006-02-06 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
"Hmmmm," she said taking a bite of crepe. "Let's watch some of those."

Something dawned on her and she sprang up to dash to her room. She came back with some blankes and more cushions to reinforce the anti-super bowl fort.

"So." she said settling down again. "Feeling better today are we?"

[identity profile] strongestgirl.livejournal.com 2006-02-06 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't remember hurting so much. But I slept through most of the next day. . . What hurt you?"

[identity profile] strongestgirl.livejournal.com 2006-02-06 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
"So Blair was helping you to meditate and in the spirit world your father hurt you in the face?"

[identity profile] strongestgirl.livejournal.com 2006-02-06 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
"Well I glad to hear about the hug and the fatherly advice." she said tilting and bumping shoulders with him.
"... Poor Blair."

[identity profile] strongestgirl.livejournal.com 2006-02-06 02:33 am (UTC)(link)
"My Papa doesn't have any pictures of my Mama. But he says I look just like her."

[identity profile] strongestgirl.livejournal.com 2006-02-06 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
Pippi nods and continues to eat delightful creepys.