Stickbug Common Room, Thursday evening

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

Peter had already packed for the weekend and was currently avoiding the annoying gnomes by staying on the ceiling. He was currently taunting them.

"Yeah, little guys. I'm up here, you're down there, you can't reach me. How do you like that, huh? Huh?"

He had been doing this for ten minutes and he wasn't sick of it yet.

[OOC: Open to the Stickbugs or anyone who might have a reason to show up.]

Comments

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"True. God knows V had enough sneaks for any three other people. And you and Chloe have warped humor on your side. Can there be a greater power?" Parker grinned. "Any of you given out detentions to anyone yet?"

[soldtoarmenians]

"I haven't, dunno about any of the others yet." Xander snickered. "I prefer to hold that over people's heads in a threatening manner, except for when I forget and mention I'll probably never do it."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

Parker chortled, then yawned, and looked startled. "See, and the next time I do something evil, I'll tell you. You can shake your finger at me. And just *think* you gave me detention." She stretched. "I should get going. I'll tell the rest of our cabinmates not to expect Bridge back soon, when I see them."

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander snorted. "Well at least now I won't have to pretend to sneak him into Flamingo. Night!"