fandomhighdorms | Puffin Roof Sunday night after dark

Today was filled with lots and lots of moosey adventuring, and after a while of doing that, it got a bit tiring. Alphonse was about to walk in when he noticed a figure on the roof of his cabin. "Uh, hello?" he called out.

"Who goes there?" Tim called out, shining his flashlight and speaking in a low gutteral voice that he imagined sounded like Hobson's Uncle Caliban. He was feeling whimsical.

Alphonse shielded his eyes with his hands from the sudden glare of light. "S'just me," he answered, barely squinting up. "What're you doing on the roof?"

Tim moved the flashlight away. "Guarding against intruders." He said. "Or just being silly." ~~and not at all hoping that a certain time displaced someone might show up.~~

After glancing around and spotting no one in the area, Alphonse looked back up at Tim. "Anything of interest up there?" he asked, attempting to bring up casual conversation.

"Well I can see most of the camp from here." Tim said. "Although I can't make anyone out. If we had other people on the roofs and knew morse code we could set up a communications system."

"With all the pranking and rivarlies I hear are going on between the cabins, I kind of wonder if it'd even work out," Alphonse said. "Mind if I join you up there? I'm not doing much of anything right now."

"Sure!" Tim invited him. "We can guard the borders together." He smirked.

"Sounds like a plan," he chuckled, then ~~handwavily~~ climbed up on the roof. It had been cloudy for most part of the day, but it didn't keep Alphonse from leaning back and looking up to it. "For all we know one of the other cabins might start coming after us."

"We've remained carefully Swedish during this prank war," Tim said. "But who knows if our dealings with one of the other cabins hasn't offended their enemies."

"I hope not," Alphonse replied. "Well, also considering I haven't done much with other cabins except for Squirrel, but I'm not sure if they're in on this whole prank war." He shrugged. "I'm not very good with pranks, anyway."

"Me neither." Tim admitted. "I've never tried it."

"I haven't done any since I arrived here, at least. I'd hate to see what they would come up with for us." Alphonse slipped a yawn; maybe he was starting to become a little tired, but stayed on the roof anyway. It was kind of relaxing, if anything. "I wish it wasn't cloudy tonight. I bet the stars are real pretty from here."

Tim nodded, then shone his flashlight on the clouds. "I should draw a bird on here or something. The Puffin signal."

Alphonse blinked. "What, on the clouds?"

"On the flashlight. So we can summon our fellow puffins by shining the Puffin signal on the clouds. or the sides of buildings."

"Buildings would likely be as far as we'd be able to go," Alphonse said with a slight laugh. "The light's way too weak to make it all the way to the clouds... That'd be a bit odd, too. Some of them down there never even get out." He may or may not have directed that comment towards a certain somebody.

Tim smirked. "I've spent so much time wandering from fire to fire I sometimes forget who's in which cabin."

"Yeah, it is kind of hard to tell who belongs where now," Alphonse agreed. "I haven't done a lot of asking around, so I'm kind of clueless myself." He put his hands behind his head, still staring into the sky and almost drifting off... until a yawn escaped him again. Alphonse sat up, blinking a few times to get himself awake again. "Maybe I should get to bed; I don't want to end up falling alseep out here."

Tim nodded. "Go for it, I'm gonna stay up a little later. I want to hear the radio broadcast."

"Ah, I try not to sleep through those but more often I do than I don't," he said. After climbing down from the roof, Alphonse gave a quick wave and opened the door to get inside. "I'll see you around, Tim, and goodnight."

River had noticed Tim on the roof, and hid from his view, making scary howling noises.

Tim froze. He shone his flashlight in the direction he thought the noises were coming from. He swallowed hard and tried to collect himself. "Come out, come out wherever you are," he said in a bad southern accent, trying to cover his trepidation.

River howled some more. "Theeeereee isss an eeevvvil innn thiiiis wooood." Someone had given her a horror movie to watch, and it had made some impression on her.

"Hello?" Tim called out uncertainly. He crept a bit closer to the edge, still searching with his light. Damnit why'd they have to check all their weapons into that damned locker? He'd feel a lot better with his wand/sword that he wasn't sure he knew how to use.

"Heeeello Tiiiim," River said, her voice now sounding a little more like River.

Waaaaaaaait a minute. that voice was starting to sound familiar now. He thought he'd pinpointed the source of the sound, and shone his light at the trees. "Stand and deliver." he said. He didn't remember where he knew that line from but it sounded pretentious, which was what he was going for.

"Deliver?" River asked, and threw an orange at him.

"Ack!" Tim clumsily rolled out of the way, managing not to call off the roof. That was the second time someone had delivered fruit at him. "Who is that? Luna?" he guessed. She'd been the last one to give him an orange. Of course she hadn't thrown it at him. "Orange Gnomes?" came his second guess, just ~~because the mun's feeling silly~~ in case he was wrong. "That Urkle kid?"

"Who's Urkle?" River asked, and quickly climed up on the roof and joined him.

Tim was not at all jealous that she'd had no trouble getting onto the roof, where he'd had to carefully plan out his route. not at all.
"River!" he said, as her head apeared over the side of the roof. "That was going to be my next guess. Urkle is ~~someone I hope no one ever plays~~ a charector from a tv show called Relative Affairs." ~~metatitles are fun~~

"Haven't seen that," River said. It was quickly becoming her standard reply when TV shows came up in discussion. "I miss Berthold."

"Who's Berthold?" Tim asked.

"He's a tentacled monster that lives under Buffy's bed. Buffy's my room mate. I feed him ice cream." Berthold, being imaginary, didn't always eat the ice cream, so Buffy now had bowl of mouldy, melted ice cream under her bed.

"Really?" Tim said. "I've met Buffy, she doesn't seem like the type to put up with that kind of thing. I like that he eats ice cream though. A lot of unusual creatures like dairy."

"Really?" River appreciated that Tim played along so easily. "Like bookworms."

"Bookworms like dairy products?" Tim asked. He hadn't known that.

"Yes. Not as much as they like books though. And they're cute. A bit like you." River grinned.

Tim grinned and blushed a bit, though he wasn't certain having his looks compared to a bookworm was...unless she meant the human kind of bookworm. He tried to play off his embarresment by playing it up.

"Aw shucks." he grinned. "you are too."

River's grin got even wider, and she lay down on the roof, crossing her legs, and closer her eyes. It was a good night.

Tim, a bit bewildered, regained his post, and held the flashlight loosely in his hand, glancing at river and grinning before looking up at the night sky.

Puffin Roof Sunday night after dark

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