6th Floor Common Room

[02maxwell.livejournal.com]

When Flight Club is over, Duo makes his way back to the dorms. After pretty much destroying his and Hamlet's answering machine earlier, he gathers up the pieces and a few tools and takes them out into the common room for more space to work.

As much as he is loath to admit it, he's waiting for a specific kleptomaniac pink robot bunny...



[[ooc: Yes. Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants is on his way. And should you for any reason happen to be on the 6th floor, whether by chance or design, you can stop by, as well. :D]]

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[evilpinkthing.livejournal.com]

Mr Canute Mimir Fluffypants finally hops his way back to the common room. It took hours for the wee little bunny to hop all the way down and back the very long sixth floor hallway. He should really ask his benevolent creators for a rocket jets one of these days. He had been successful on his mission (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhighdorms/471904.html) though, and waggles the adorable little hot pink paw that the washer is on at D-prime.

[02maxwell.livejournal.com]

Duo looks up from working on the answering machine and sees the little pink bunny waving at him. Apparently the little guy found a washer.

Duo shakes his head at the absurdity of it all and carefully takes the washer from the bunny.

"I'm not sure I wanna know where this came from." He says warily. "Just tell me one thing; did you swipe it from someone's toaster, or toilet, or plate in their head?"

[evilpinkthing.livejournal.com]

Mr Canute Mimir Fluffypants shakes his head. Sure, he found it in an empty room full of wisps of black magic and hangings for what must have been things full of unimaginable horrors, but he's pretty sure it's never been in a toaster.

[02maxwell.livejournal.com]

Relaxing a bit that the bunny hadn't gone completely klepto again, Duo gives him half a grin and inspects the washer.

Somewhat dismayed, he realizes it's not actually a washer. Upon closer inspection, however, it appears that whatever it is, it fits in the machine and will hold it together. He grins.

"Alright! Thanks, little guy! Now maybe Hamlet won't break out those stabbin' impulses. He's been on the wagon so long this time!" He laughs and pats Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants lightly on the head.

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

*It's at this moment that Hamlet happens to wander in, wondering what his roommate at the evil bunny are up to.*

And what's this about me and a wagon? You're not planning on driving me out, are you? You wouldn't want me to move you higher up on my To Kill list, because I will get to that one day and you'd be sorry.

[02maxwell.livejournal.com]

"Hamlet!" Duo exclaims. "Finally a sentient being made of flesh and not plush!"

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

Flesh? What are you--

*He notices Mr Canute Mimir Fluffypants on the common room floor, starring up at him.*

You re-activated the rabbit? And what are you working on? Is that our answering machine?

[02maxwell.livejournal.com]

"Re-activated? Nuh-uh! The little freak seems to turn himself on whenever the heck he feels like it. Sorta weird if ya ask me." Duo laughs, then grins sheepishly. "Uh. Answering machine. Heh. Yeah. Me 'n the answering machine sorta got into a fight earlier and I won. As usual, of course."

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

*Hamlet sighs in frustration and glares at Duo.*

You killed our answering machine? What did it ever do to you? And you are trying to repair the damage, correct?

[02maxwell.livejournal.com]

Duo looks sheepish. "I didn't do it on purpose! I was sorta, you know," he gestures vaguely, "Moving about the room the way I usually do and it sorta, well." He looks at the number of pieces still not assembled. "I'm workin' on it! It'll be back up to speed in no time!" He points with his thumb at Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants, who looks about ready to explode from glee. "The little pink terror helped me out, actually, got me this last piece."

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

*He sighs.*

At least you're making an effort to put it back together. May I offer you ... two any aid in the repiars?

[02maxwell.livejournal.com]

"Of course, dude! No way I was lettin' it sit there all broken." He grins. "Actually, this washer the little guy brought me is the last piece." He screws in the washer and proudly holds up the reparied answering machine. "All done! Wanna record your message?"

[evilpinkthing.livejournal.com]

Mr Canute Mimir Fluffypants claps his little paws excitedly. He's glad to be of service to his wonderful, virile masters.

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

*Hamlet looks between the hopeful faces of Duo and Fluffypants and gives in.*

Alright. Just promise me you won't ever do it again.


*He pushes the newly-fixed button down to start re-recording his message. Something cold slides onto his finger, but he ignores it.*

Hi, you've reached the personal voicemail of Hamlet. I'm not here right now because obviously I have far more important things to do with my time--


*He stops where he is. Something feels wrong. He's having trouble getting the words out of his throat.*

[02maxwell.livejournal.com]

Duo raises an eyebrow at Hamlet.

"Dude? You okay?"

In addition to not speaking, now Hamlet's not moving...

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

*Hamlet looks up fearfully at Duo as his body slowly starts to freeze into marble. The ring that Fluffypants found is stuck on his finger, and freezes along with the rest of him as it spreads its black magic throughout his body. The last thought in his mind before he's fully turned into a statue is I hope I made it into the school play...*

[02maxwell.livejournal.com]

Duo's mouth drops open in shock.

"Wha--wha--" he sputters. "Hamlet??" He pokes Statue!Hamlet a few times to make sure what he thought just happened really did happen, and, when it appears that Hamlet is, indeed, a statue, Duo plops down into the nearest chair and stares.

"Uhm. Okay. WHAT?!"

He then frantically tries everything he can think of to make Hamlet turn back, from poking the statue incessantly to dissassembling the answering machine. Nothing works. Duo falls back into the chair and groans.

"Oh, MAN. This is so NOT cool."

[evilpinkthing.livejournal.com]

Mr Canute Mimir Fluffypants looks from H-prime, who has turned into a different substance, to D-prime, who is frantically doing things. His databanks don't include the proper programming for how to respond to this situation, so he just squeaks and flails his stubby hot pink arms.

[02maxwell.livejournal.com]

Duo looks over at the little pink terror flailing around and groans again.

"Oh, man. Nothin's working! How did I just turn my roommate into decor?" He stares at Statue!Hamlet and frowns. Duo shakes his head in frustration then thinks for a minute, noticing the "washer" on Hamlet's finger.

"That's gotta be it!" He exclaims, then turns to Fluffypants. "I dunno where you got that thing, but it's gotta be what happened. So until I figure out how to get that thing off him, I guess he's gotta stay here..."

Duo trails off, then grabs a piece of paper and hastily makes a sign saying, "INCAPACITATED ROOMMATE, PLEASE KEEP OFF THE GRASS" and hangs it on Hamlet's still form. He then grabs Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants and heads back to his room.

He figures he better email Hamlet's teachers.