ext_185890 (
cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com) wrote in
fandomhighdorms2006-02-23 06:42 pm
Gym, Thursday After lunch
Pip was engaging in some shadow boxing and form work in the gym, a pair of rubber gloves over his hands.
He was still covered in glitter.
[[OOC: Gym be open]]
He was still covered in glitter.
[[OOC: Gym be open]]

no subject
She figured hitting stuff might make her feel better.
"Hey, Pip," she greeted her little brother miserably.
no subject
no subject
Then she noticed the rubber gloves and raised her eyebrows inquizzitively.
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
"I wonder if some weird toxic cloud infected the dorms or something."
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
She shook her head. "Let's not worry about it now," she said. "I think hitting stuff will make me feel better."
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
She failed miserably, however, losing her balance and falling over.
With a sigh, she stood up and asked, "What did I do wrong?"
no subject
He stood on one leg to demonstrate.
no subject
Unfortunately, the Nyquil fumes apparently effected her sense of balance, because she wobbled, tried to compensate by leaning the other way, and fell over.
Right into Pip.
Who was covered with glitter.
And she was still sticky.
no subject
"One of those days," Pip said, sighing.
no subject
"Maybe we should skip lessons today," she suggested. "Or until, you know, we have this glitter and Nyquil thing kicked."
no subject
no subject
"Sorry I knocked you over," she apologized.
no subject
no subject
"Call me if you find out anything about what caused you to start spontaneously spewing glitter?"
no subject
no subject