http://manofthemullet.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] manofthemullet.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2006-02-13 02:02 am

First Floor Lobby: Sunday evening...

MacGyver is in the first floor lobby.

He has a swiss army knife, duct tape and some chewing gum.

Chances are? He's up to something.

[OOC: Little adventure. Open to anyone.]
nadiathesaint: (eh?)

[personal profile] nadiathesaint 2006-02-13 07:04 am (UTC)(link)
Nadia wandered back into the dorms after being dropped off by Lucas after work.

She still wasn't entirely sure if she still trusted Lucas. But the alternative was walking back alone in the snow, so she decided against that.

She was rather surprised to see her shop teacher in the lobby when she got in, though.

"Um, Mac? What are you doing?"
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[personal profile] nadiathesaint 2006-02-13 07:09 am (UTC)(link)
Nadia gave but a moment's thought to the fact that she should get to bed.

Her only class tomorrow was with Mac. If she slept through it because she was helping him with a project, well, he'd have to understand.

Dream would perhaps be disappointed in this impulsive choice, though.

"Yeah. Okay. I've got my tape and leatherman in my bag."

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2006-02-13 07:10 am (UTC)(link)
Parker cam in stamping her feet, and shivering a bit. "Hey, Professor MacGyver," she said, a little preoccupied.

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2006-02-13 07:14 am (UTC)(link)
Parker cocked her head. It's not like she had any burning desire to do her homework. "Which student? That *could* be fun, depending."

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2006-02-13 07:18 am (UTC)(link)
"Cool." Parker makes a mental note to tell Broots about this later, maybe. "Do I need to bring anything? Carbiner, bungee cords...?"
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Re: To the basement we go...

[personal profile] nadiathesaint 2006-02-13 07:22 am (UTC)(link)
Nadia looks at the lock for a long moment. "Well, when we did the locked lab assignment, kicking the lock worked pretty well. Or we could try shorting it out,"

Re: To the basement we go...

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2006-02-13 07:27 am (UTC)(link)
Parker studied the lock, and said, "Cutting the power always works in the movies, but if this guy knew anything about electronics, he'd definitely have not made that the override." Parker frowned, studying the lock. "Maybe bypass the lock completely?"
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Re: To the basement we go...

[personal profile] nadiathesaint 2006-02-13 07:28 am (UTC)(link)
Nadia nodded. "Just break it down. I mean, he's no longer a student here, right?" She frowned. "We're not breaking into an actual student's room, are we?"

Re: To the basement we go...

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2006-02-13 07:37 am (UTC)(link)
"Zap," Parker suggested. "I've got hairspray, a lighter, and some liquid paper here in my purse. That should go up nicely."

[identity profile] cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com 2006-02-13 07:34 am (UTC)(link)
*still open? Pip has an interesting suggestion*

[identity profile] cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com 2006-02-13 07:42 am (UTC)(link)
[[Okay. Should I comment up at the meeting part or just have Pip investigate the noise coming from the basement?]]

And the door shuts behind them all...

[identity profile] fh-dangershop.livejournal.com 2006-02-13 07:51 am (UTC)(link)
A monotone voice is heard.

"Initializing security protocols..."
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Re: And the door shuts behind them all...

[personal profile] nadiathesaint 2006-02-13 07:52 am (UTC)(link)
Nadia flinched. "That . . . doesn't sound good."

Re: And the door shuts behind them all...

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2006-02-13 07:53 am (UTC)(link)
"We're friends! Friendlies! Allies! Something!" What the hell, worth a try.

Re: And the door shuts behind them all...

[identity profile] cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com 2006-02-13 07:54 am (UTC)(link)
Pip grimaced. "And suddenly my impetus to be curious ever again is killed," he muttered.