Second Floor Hallway

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory, in the midst of trying to put up shelves by holding one arm with the other, got a desperately woe-inducing phone call.

She wandered out into the hallway. "Um. Anyone want to go to a fish funeral?" she called, reattaching her arm.

[ooc: Seriously, there will be a memorial for RT. Feel free to tag along, omg.]

ETA: And fishie doom continues HERE.

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[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Exactly," Rory nodded, before ducking into her room and grabbing Vladdie (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhighdorms/481504.html?thread=22769632#t22769632). "Here, Vladdie, meet Walter's doggie."

Vladdie yawned, in spite of not needing oxygen, and poked Pup on the nose.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Pup sniffed the new dog. /Not dog? Dog!/ He wagged hard enough to wag his feet out from under him and plopped down.

/Wanna kill maim impale play?/

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Vladdie tilted his head.

/Hi hi hi hi hi, play? Ball? Tag? Stick?/

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

/Pike Sticks are best. But the Walter doesn't have sticks. The Walter has a ball./

Pup ran over to Walter and began jumping up and down, nipping at the ball-shaped bulge in his pocket. Oh no, you did not just think that did you?

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

omgdirty.

/MommyRory has things like sticks that make shapes on white flat things!/ Vladdie offered. /Could find those!/

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge looked at Vladdie.

"I have a pen?" he offered, pulling one out of his jacket pocket.

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Vladdie looked up at Friend Who Understands and yipped gleefully.

/YAYS STICK./

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/Stick!/ Pup jumped up in the air in a little Pup glee movement and ran for it on little puppy legs.

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"Not right now, Pup," Walter scolded.

Pup gave his person a reproachful look and turned back to Vladdie. /Yes! Stick things! Where? Where? Where?/

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Bridge tossed the pen down the hall. Pup and Vladdie could compete to see who got it first.

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Vladdie flew, because ZOMGSTICK.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

/Fly?/ Pup chased after Vladdie, yapping at him. Daddy could fly. New dog/not dog friend could fly. Why couldn't Pup? No fair.

His yaps might sound rather outraged at the unfairness of the universe.

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/Fly!/ Vladdie answered gleefully. /Why you no fly fly fly?/

He genuinely did not understand why none of his friends could fly like him. It seemed very unfair.

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/Can't fly!/ Pup chased after Vladdie and tumbled forward when his hind legs moved a bit too fast for his forelegs. /Daddy flies! Can't fly./

He looked mournful for half a tick and then took a leap at the pen. /Pike! Stick!/

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Sadly, Rory ruined their fun by grabbing Vladdie out of the air.

"Come on, Vladdiekins. Time to mourn the fishie." She smiled and Walter and Pup. "