fandomhighdorms | Fifth floor common room, Sunday morning, before Empire opens

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Fifth floor common room, Sunday morning, before Empire opens

There's no one making pancakes or cookies or crepes or anything already in the common room, so Nadia sets herself up to make some empanadas the old fashioned way . . . with limited extra ingredients. She doesn't have enough flexibility in her left hand at the moment to play the guitar, but she can at least use it to carry light weight pots and pans or ingredients.

And if anyone says otherwise, she'll hit them with the cast. After all, apparently Dr. Tommy told Phoebe it was okay to do that, with casts.

[ooc: common room is open with empanadas! Yay! And now in the right place, OMGYay!]

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Mr. Neilson come scrambling into the common room from the hallway were the rooms are screaming bloody murder.

"Eep eep!"

//Bloody murder!// (http://rocketbitch.livejournal.com/2238.html)

Nadia looked up from her cooking and carefully turned the stove off before turning to Mr. Neilson completely. "Mr. Neilson. Are you okay?"

Leaving his roomie in a cloud of dust, James tore into the common room, screaming not-so-bloody murder.

"Just put it on! Please!?"

Nadia blinked at the kid she hadn't met yet. "Put what on?"

"Eep eep!"

//AHHHH! NO! Polyester and rayon make my fur go all staticy! Now get away from me you freak!//

Mr. Neilson skittered around and hid behind Nadia's ankle.

"Eep."

//Save me from the crazy person cast-fetish-girl!//

James held up the little black team rocket uniform that he had hadwavily snatched back up on his run out the room.

"This! It finishes the outfit! He can't possibly wear the hat without the rest of the uniform!"

Nadia blinked, then crouched down to offer Mr. Neilson a hand. "Uniform for what, exactly? I don't think Mr. Neilson wants to wear it."

James stared at her incredulously.

"Nobody here knows what Team Rocket is, do they?"

For a moment, he actually forgot about the wee monkey.

How could people not recognize the trademark red "R?"

"Is it the new basketball team?"

Nadia had noticed the R. She thought it looked pretty foolish, actually.

Mr. Neilson climbs up onto Nadia's shoulder and may actually be sticking his tongue out at James.

He's since lost the Team Rocket hat.

"Basketball?"

...

More incredulous staring.

"No, it isn't a sports team... Team Rocket is the most successful band of Pokemon wranglers in Kanto!"

It was very difficult to keep his mind on the monkey now. It did, after all, consist only of a single track.

He did, however, stick his tongue back out at Mr. Neilson.

"Oh, okay." Nadia nodded, still confused. "What's a pokemon?"

Since Nadia had left her door slightly cracked open, Furrball crept out of her room and into the common room to see what all the excitement was.

[ooc: Furrball being a blue cartoon cat.]

"A pokemon... is... it... is..." James couldn't help but notice the blue feline as it snuck into the room. "WHAT IS THAT!?"

More pokemon! More glorious rare and undiscovered pokemon for him to steal away and give to The Boss!

He was going to be rich! Rich!

...

Assuming that he could catch them.

Nadia looked over at Furrball, who had frozen in the doorway, staring wide-eyed at James.

"That's . . . Furrball. Who shouldn't be out of my room."

Furrball was entirely unabashed. He crept forward to sniff at James.

James couldn't help an idiot grin from creeping across his face as he tentatively bent over and held out a hand for the blue cat to smell.

"He's a very interesting... uh... He's very interesting!"

Pup had managed to nose the door to Walter's room open and was in search of his person. He'd made it through doors and stairs following the Walter's scent, only to find the girl the Walter was spending so much time with, the monkey, and cat!

Oh, it was a good day, indeed.

Mr. Neilson facepalms...

Then comes up with a cunning plan.

Dog! Noooooooooooo!

Furrball's hair stood on end, and he scrabbled to try to climb up the nearest tall object.

Which would be James.

"Furrball! Stop that!" Nadia rushed around the table to grab her cat. "Pup, what are you doing up here?"

James was in seventh heaven.

Even after having kitty claws dug into his leg. He was used to that, thanks to Meowth, after all.

The little black dog-thing? It was helping to make his day.

There were so many marvellous critters running about! So many opportunities for him to get rich!

"What is that, then!?"

"Eep!"

//Hey puppy! The kid with the really cool boots has a nice rare steak... In his hair.//

Pup didn't speak Monkey, but he did like the way the guy who wasn't a Walter was smiling. And he liked the cat! so he ran over to say hi to the cat! and the new guy.

Nadia had the feeling that this was only going to get more chaotic.

So she grabbed one of her finished empanadas and sat down to watch.

James wasn't so concerned about catching either the monkey or the cat, now. The multiple-eyed dog thing was far more friendly... and it seemed like his best bet.

He held his arms open in a blissful greeting to the pup.

"Hi there, little fella!"

Ack! His defenive post was inviting the dog to get closer! Furrball scrabbled to get higher. The top of James' head looked like a good bed.

"Mew!"

James now had a cat on his head and a dog scrambling over to investigate.

He wasn't the brighest bulb out there, but he did have the good sense to realize that this probably wasn't going to make for a happy landing.

The look of "uh-oh" that crossed his face? Priceless.

~~There are some things money can't buy...~~

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