Fifth Floor Common Room, Friday Evening

[rocketbitch.livejournal.com]

It was shirtless Friday. James vaguely remembered that much from his educational conversation from somewhere in the coolest place in the universe.

Also, there had been nametags and sharpies slipped under his door last night, so James was certain to make use of both.

He was quite comfortable on the couch, watching a documentary on the television about Millie, the giant idolatrous cow monument, and intently soaking up all of the information that he could about the third coolest place in the universe.

Clad, of course, only in his pants, gloves, boots, and nametag.

{Just chillin' on a Friday night. Open for all of your nefarious fifth floor common room needs. Uh. If there is such a thing.}

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[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip walked in and lit up a cigarette. "Oh, someone's here already. What's on?"

[rocketbitch.livejournal.com]

"It's a documentary about the third coolest place in the universe," James stated, gesturing toward the television. "I hadn't even been aware that it existed until last night, when some unfortunate victim of an emocoma informed me of its existance."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

..."You're new, aren't you..." Pip checked his nametag, "James?"

[rocketbitch.livejournal.com]

"Yes, I am!" James searched for a nametag.

...

"Yes, I am!"

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"Nice to meet you James," Pip said. "I'm Pip Bernadette. Where are you from and why is your nametag stuck on your chest?"


_{[[BLah blah blah, French acccent, I should really put up a OOC post about this]]}

[rocketbitch.livejournal.com]

"Kanto," James replied cryptically, then shrugged. "Where else does one stick a nametag when they aren't wearing a shirt?"

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"Well," Pip responded. "There's always your pants leg. I imagine that's gonna hurt a bit coming off, depending on how strong the glue is."

_{[['kay. I'm not sure who's new and who's not around here, so I find it best to just not take chances.]]}

[rocketbitch.livejournal.com]

James glanced down at the nametag on his chest and winced.

Ouch. There was a good point.

...

"I'll just have to wear it forever, then. Nobody is going to know once I have my shirt on again..."

[electric-sitar.livejournal.com]

"What's with everybody not wearing shirts today?" Demyx asked as he came in. He'd spent the day seeking out quiet places to practice his music, and now he wanted some quiet time - and some food.

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"I have noooo idea," Pip said as he sat down in the chair.

[rocketbitch.livejournal.com]

"It's shirtless Friday! Some kind individual informed me yesterday, so I decided that, in the spirit of attending the school, I would participate!"

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"...Which individual informed you of this?" Pip asked.

[rocketbitch.livejournal.com]

"The blonde guy in black? He was pretty smart. He told me why the second floor common room was so cool... But then he fell into an emocoma." James shrugged. "I guess he didn't get his coolness shot."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip glanced over at Demyx. "Did you tell this guy about this? Or is he just delusional on his own?"

[rocketbitch.livejournal.com]

"A different blonde guy in black. Uh... I didn't catch his name. He seemed pretty emo even before he started to lapse into the emocoma, though."

James crossed his arms and pouted.

"I'm not delusional, thank you."

[electric-sitar.livejournal.com]

"I have no idea what he's talking about," Demyx said quickly, shaking his head. Hopefully whatever weird disease the boy had wouldn't rub off on him from being in the same room. "I've been away from people most of the day."

[rocketbitch.livejournal.com]

"Really, I'm not delusional," James said just as quickly. A member of Team Rocket had to defend their honour, after all. "It was a different person, not you. Yesterday, in the second floor common room."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"...What kind of hair did this person have?" Pip asked. "Was it really well done? Lots of product and such?"

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

A monkey with a sweater on scurries into the room and climbs a tall floor lamp.

He puts his hand up to his eyes and searches the room.

[rocketbitch.livejournal.com]

James glanced over to the monkey.

It was a pokemon! It must be! And it was wearing a cute and fashionable sweater!

The boss would LOVE to have his hands on something so rare and wonderful!

His shattered little world re-assembled itself as he started pondering plans for the capture of this marvellous beast.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Mr. Neilson noticed the halp naked human...

Was that boy... staring at him covetously?

Must be his imagination.

Not one to be rude. Mr. Neilson doffed his hat to the shirtless human who appears to have labeled himself.

[rocketbitch.livejournal.com]

James was thoroughly impressed. Such manners! Meowth had nothing on this little... mankey... thing.

So he offered a little wave back.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Mr. Neilson wished Pippi was around to introduce him... But sadly, he was out here because he was looking for her.

He hadn't been in the Creature Languages class... But maybe he spoke monkey anyway?

//Well hello my fine chap. I take it you are new to our fine home. How faire you today?//

Sadly, anybody who didn't speak squirrel monkey would just heer.

[[ooc: now with correct icon!]]

[rocketbitch.livejournal.com]

James didn't speak squirrel monkey, but he had enough experience with sentient creatures that couldn't verbally communicate with people to know that the little guy was being friendly.

Friendly was good... Friendly meant that it would be that much simpler for James to make away with the tiny pokemon in the night while nobody was paying attention.

"You're a pleasant little guy! Here, have a peanut!"

He pulled said peanut out of his pants pocket and held it toward the mankey-thing.

{OOC: Now posted under the comment with the correct icon!}

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Eep eep!"

//Oh! I would quite like a peanut thank you. But once I'm done I'll really have to dash.//

Mr. Neilson leapt from the lamp aaaaaall the way over to the arm of the couch.