Second floor common room, around periods sixth and seven

[demonbelthazor]

Bel raced through the dorm hallways, the Moral Bot in hot pursuit. It kept pace with him, reciting its programmed phrases, and whenever Bel tried to stop and kick it, hit it with a fireball, anything, it would dodge out of the way and shoot him with more glitter. It even managed to swiftly climb stairs.

Bel was going to kill whoever was responsible for this.



[Jump in and mock. You know you want to.]

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[nadiathesaint]

"Do unto others as you would have them do unto you!" Moral cried, as it scurried about frantically to keep up with its assigned target.

Nadia might have been wandering after them a good distance back, following the sound of Moral's advice. She never had the greatest sense of self-preservation.

She'd be damned if that bot got hurt, though.

[demonbelthazor]

"Get away from me!" Bel fumed, dodging behind a chair in the second floor common room. Maybe he could pen the damn thing in.

[sensethevisions]

[[OOC but IC: *follows because everybody knows that glitter leads to boykissing*]]

[nadiathesaint]

Moral went scurrying after, over the river and through the woods under the chair and out behind it. "Sharing is caring! Cursing is disrespectful! Boys don't cry!"

(funny, Nadia didn't remember asking for that phrase. . . .)

[heterodine.livejournal.com]

[ooc: *dies*]

[demonbelthazor]

Bel looked around desperately and found a large bowl with some stale popcorn and left-over kernels in it. He dumped out the popcorn and stalked toward the morality bot, hoping he could trap it under the bowl.

[nadiathesaint]

Moral was no fool. It was, however, programmed to stick close to its target. It scurried towards Bel, intent on wrapping its little legs around his ankle and holding on for dear morality.

[demonbelthazor]

"Gah!" Bel exclaimed as the bot wrapped itself around his ankle. He kicked his leg furiously. "Get off me!"

[nadiathesaint]

Moral started spouting glitter again, even as its recording skipped slightly with each shake. "Hur-hurting people is-is-is-is caring!"

[demonbelthazor]

Bel sank down on the couch with a weary sigh, glaring at the bot. "What is it going to take to make you leave me alone?" he said sourly.

[anole-x.livejournal.com]

Victor heard a commotion as he walked up the stairs and paused to see what was going on. When he saw the scene, he snickered and unzipped his abckpack. "This one's for the Beautification Committee Yearbook," he muttered merrily as he pulled out his video camera. Within seconds, he was recording the scene, grinning as he moved around for the best shots.

[demonbelthazor]

Bel flailed. The bot hung on to his leg for dear life, shooting more jets of glitter. "Turn that off!" he exclaimed to Victor.

[anole-x.livejournal.com]

"What, and ruin a good shot?" Victor called back, still grinning. As he got a close-up of the flailing, he noticed that Bel almost looked like a dancer. "Come on, show us your moves!"

[marsheadtilt.livejournal.com]

[ooc: OMG *love*]

[demonbelthazor]

Bel seized a handful of glitter and threw it at Victor. "See how you like it!" He glared at the camera.

"Sharing is caring! Boys don't cry!" the bot recited dutifully.

[anole-x.livejournal.com]

"Hey! Victor exclaimed, jumping to the ceiling to dodge out of the way. he still got some glitter on his spikes, though. Not that he noticed, however; he was too busy zooming in on the robot clinging to his leg.

"Well, it does have a point," he muttered.

[anole-x.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Er, that'd be Bel's leg there. Eeep!]

[demonbelthazor]

"Just say no! Drink your milk!" the bot said. Bel managed to pry it off his leg and scrambled off the couch, putting it between him and the bot.

"You realize now I'm going to have to kill you," he said to Victor.

"Hurting people is mean!" the bot admonished him in return.

[anole-x.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, listen to the bot!" Vic yelled back. "Make love, not war! Um...just not with me, okay?"

He ran along the ceiling to get a better shot of Belthazor hiding behind the couch. "Come on! Fight it like a man! A big, macho, sparkly man!"

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia was just making it up the stairs, having been walking slowly while listening to Moral's admonitions in hopes of not appearing to be the guilty party that sicced the thing on Bel.

She and her mun were was hard pressed to contain her giggles.

"I want a copy of that," she whispered to Victor.

[demonbelthazor]

Her hopes were in vain. "You're responsible for this!" Bel hissed, pointing a finger at Nadia.

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia swallowed. "Um,"

"Hurting people is mean!" cried Moral. "Sharing is caring!"

Nadia backed up quickly. "Gotta go now, bye!"

She sprinted toward the stairs.

[anole-x.livejournal.com]

"Hey, be cool, man. You're ruining your Sigfried and Roy vibe here!" he said, gesturing to indicate the glitter all over the other guy's body.

[anole-x.livejournal.com]

"Oh, there will be copies..." Victor mumbled back.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Marty was coming up the stairs and jumped out of Nadia's way.

"Where's the fire?"