Fifth Floor Common Room, Superbowl time on Sunday

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

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.]]}

Comments

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"I don't remember hurting so much. But I slept through most of the next day. . . What hurt you?"

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"My father," Pip said as he shoveled a bite of crepe into his mouth.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"So Blair was helping you to meditate and in the spirit world your father hurt you in the face?"

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"Punched me," Pip said. "This was before he hugged me. And gave me some fatherly advice. Oh, and my mother was there as well. She didn't hit me, though."

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Well I glad to hear about the hug and the fatherly advice." she said tilting and bumping shoulders with him.
"... Poor Blair."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip laughed. "Yeah. Every time he tries to teach meditation, something weird happens. Though I think my experience was much more positive than yours. I mean, I had never seen my father before except in pictures."

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"My Papa doesn't have any pictures of my Mama. But he says I look just like her."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip smiled. "I'm sure you do, Me-pi. I know for a fact that I look like my father more than my mother. Though I think I have my mother's hair color.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi nods and continues to eat delightful creepys.