http://ranma-sao.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] ranma-sao.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2006-05-23 08:11 pm
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Koala Tuesday Evening

Ranma was just about to lay down in his cubby to rest for a few minutes when he stops dead. A cat sits lazily on the end of his bed. He doesn't know or care to know that this cat is Phoebe's cat Seraphim. A very loud girly shriek can be heard by anyone nearby.

((ooc: Feel free to come in and comment. Or make fun. Thanks for kitty-cat use [livejournal.com profile] future_visions!))
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[personal profile] sensethevisions 2006-05-24 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
Hearing the scream from a girl in trouble, Phoebe came racing into Koala.

"What's... who's hurt?"
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[personal profile] sensethevisions 2006-05-24 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
Phoebe skidded to a stop next to Ranma in concern. "What happened?"
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[personal profile] sensethevisions 2006-05-24 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
Phoebe looked to where Seraphim had made himself comfortable on Ranma's bed. Confused, she touched Ranma's shoulder.

"Did Seraphim do something to you?"
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[personal profile] sensethevisions 2006-05-24 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
Phoebe scoops up the now awake Seraphim and took him to hers and Cole's beds. Then she came back to Ranma.

"How can I help?"
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[personal profile] sensethevisions 2006-05-24 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
Phoebe stares at him. "You're safer in here. What happened? Did he attack you?"

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2006-05-24 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
John rushed in, the Mercenery for Money magazine rolled up as a weapon. "Whathefugwazzat?"

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2006-05-24 12:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"Bullshit." Dude, switch to decaf

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2006-05-25 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
John coughs. Itjust happensto sound like "bullshit". :)

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2006-05-25 12:55 pm (UTC)(link)
John flails fakely. cuzthat's a word "So what's the big deal? Something set you off? Allergies?"

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2006-05-25 11:27 pm (UTC)(link)
John's still not buying it, but he'll let it slide. "NExt time, find something better to be allergic to." He tries to bop the quirky Japanese dude on the head with the magazine.

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2006-05-26 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
See, if John could read minds, he'd be hurt. Unless you're SNORING LIKE RABID WEASELS RUN AMUCK IN A LUMBERMILL, he's not all about the violence.

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2006-05-26 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
"YEs. I have a rule about not turning down free food. Upbringing and all. PLus? Not many granola bars living by the rules of the road."

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2006-05-26 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
John catches 2 and manages to tip up the 3rd. He sorta catches it, if by "catch" you mean "trap it against the wall so it doesn't hit the floor."

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2006-05-26 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
John does a half-ass salute and collapses in his bunk with another Mercenary for Money magazine.

((If'n you and Jude keep up that damn snoring, oh, it'll happen.))

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2006-05-26 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
((It'll soon be the womanity if'n y'all keep it up.
*hotwires Demiczxeyz into a supersoaker*))

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2006-05-26 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
((we can arrange this, oh yes.))

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2006-05-26 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
((so it'd be disrespectful for JOhn to run-by deluge?))

[identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com 2006-05-26 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
((Ping me and remind me. JOhn's opening up hte Spark shop))