Second Floor Common Room: Friday afternoon

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Blair had discovered a box outside of his door filled with food. A very loose definition of food.

He'd wanted to give it back, as he wasn't supporting The Man anymore, and there was no way he was going to eat this food. But alas...no name was given. Blair had his suspicions about a short red haired lady with an affinity for penlights, but just giving it back wouldn't be enough retribution for her.

But right now he's got bigger priorities. What do you get when you mix a box of processed food, a Swedish pirate's birthday and a broke freshman?

Homemade gifts! Blair's camped out on the floor of the common room and trying to figure out a way to make this into a present for Pippi's birthday.

[ooc: Come craft! Or eat!]

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Ivanova wandered down at some point in a sort of vague and dreamy kind of way. What she was doing on the second floor? Well, when two girls get very, very friendly . . .

At least she had remembered to check that she was wearing her own clothes this time.

"Oh, hey Blair," she grinned at him. "Oooh, snacks."

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Blair bounced and waved a twinkie at Ivanova. "Steeeellllaa!"

"If you want snacks you must help!"

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"What am I helping with?" she asked, sitting crosslegged by Blair curiously and snagging a Twinkie. "I didn't peg you as the Twinkie type, chief."

[[Extreeeeeeme slowplay as I run errands like a mad errand-running thing.]]

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"I'm not." Blair shuddered as he looked at the food. "All this is because I pretended to like The Man the other day."

"And you have to help me make a gift for Pippi's birthday tonight. I'm thinking maybe a pirate ship made out of ramen or something. What do you think?"

[not a problem!]

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"Ahhh," Ivanova said, nodding as understanding dawned. "That would explain the," she gestured rather vaguely to indicate an ensemble. "It was kinda scary, actually."

"A pirate ship made out of ramen?" she considered the idea. "Wouldn't the waviness of the ramen make for some serious structural difficulties?"

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Blair nodded and poked the pirate ship, causing it to collapse in a heap of noodles and fruit slices. "Maybe a base out of twinkies and ramen for sails?"

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"That could work . . ."

Ivanova couldn't believe that she was actually considering Twinkie-based crafts. Oh wait. Shop class. Riiiiiiiiight.

She began forming a new set of ribs for the ship out of some reinforced ramen noodles before they could add the Twinkie hull.

"Got any duct tape?"

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"You can't eat duct tape." Blair grinned. "Here, these are sticky." He held out a handful of fruit slices.

"They're evening stickier if you lick them first!"

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"True," Ivanova chuckled, taking the slices and popping one in her mouth before adding the rest to the ship, licking them first. "So, chief, what's new? I've been kind of holed up the last few days."

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"School is all over with. That makes me sad." Blair popped a couple of twinkies on the ship.

"Finals and final projects are way fun. That makes me happy."

"How about you?"

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"Remember those things that make you blush and flail?" Ivanova said non-chalantly. "More of those. And a lot of yearbook signing, which is making me very sad. I got yours, right?"

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Blair blushes and flails on cue.

"Yup, yearbooking is now my least favorite hobby." Blair bounced. "I'm pretty sure you got me. I got you, right?"

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"Yes, you did," Ivanova grinned at the blushing and flailing. "And this is my official permission for you to call me Susan for the few days I'm still around."

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"Hmmmmm...." Blair started tying ramen packages together for a sail. "I could do that...but then when would I get a chance to yell 'Steeeeeeellllllllaaaaaa'?"

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"Also true," she laughed. And then began carving a figurehead out of more fruitslices. She split a cherry one in half to stick wee little pigtails onto her wee little figurehead. "When did we even start - oh right, Snow Weekend."

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"Cute" Blair fashioned a pirate hat for the bottle of bbq sauce. "Yeah, that was....a very bizarre weekend."

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"Very bizarre," Ivanova agreed, leaning over Blair to snag another package of ramen for the decks.

That happened to be the moment that her clothing disappeared, leaving her in only some rather racy black underthings.

Too bad she didn't actually notice for a minute or two.

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Blair reached forward to grab ramen and ended up inches from said black lacy underthings. There was a slight momement where he blinked and tried to reassure himself that he was dreaming...then reality set in.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHNAKEY!" Flail, flail, blush, fall over.

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"What?" Ivanova was momentarily bewildered, then looked down. For a moment she also tried to reassure herself that it was just another one of those dreams.

Nope.

"Oh my god!" Ivanova scrambled backwards, trying to cover herself up and just ending up doing a lot of flailing and ending up with some carpet burn where there really should never be carpet burn.

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"Whoa! Dude! Whoa!" Blair slapped his hand over his eyes quickly. "You're like all naked and whoa. Dude."

When he heard Ivanova falling backwards, he uncovered his eyes and reached out to help her. Possibly not grabbing in places Blair's should never be grabbing Ivanovas.

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"Okay, Blair, stop!" Ivanova commanded, waving her hands. "Before I have to break your hands off at the wrist on principle. Calm down. Have you never seen me in a bikini?" Granted, there was a lot more spilling out here than there had been in a bikini. Ooops. Just, um, pop that back in a bit as she adjusted and curled up.

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Blair flailed some more and turned around, trying to give her some privacy. "Sorry about that, Ivanova."

"I..uh...don't think so. And even if I did, I probably got more warning than now. Is this because of the laundry thing?"

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"I guess it must be," she said, gauging the distance between her and the door. "I should be, uh, going. To find some clothes. If I have any left." She paused. "Sorry, chief," she apologised somewhat awkwardly.

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"It's okay." Blair turned around smiled at her, his eyes still covered. "Nothing to be sorry for, you're very....fit."

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"Well put," she murmured dryly, scrambling to her feet and backing towards the door. "I'm just going to go put on some clothes now. I'll see you later, Blair."

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ooh...and the ship (http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a144/footontheground/pippipiratecopy.png) is done!]

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