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fandomhighdorms2006-08-29 12:25 pm
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Front Door/Front Lawn, Tuesday Afternoon
The front doors are open and the twins are sitting on the lobby's couch with Matilda standing nearby. "You guys ready?"
"Ready."
To reduce any chance of injury, all arms and legs had been securely fastened within the couch's perimeter before lift off was to begin. There had been a bit of scuffling about before they could have even considered being 'ready'. Numerous trips from the door to the couch, arms spread wide in mock measurement had happened before they could all be certain. "Hold on tight guys."
The front door wide open, Matilda lifted the couch carefully with her mind and directed it slowly out the door.
((ooc: Open (slow play a bit later) co-written by
2_twin_devils modding eachother with permission))
"Ready."
To reduce any chance of injury, all arms and legs had been securely fastened within the couch's perimeter before lift off was to begin. There had been a bit of scuffling about before they could have even considered being 'ready'. Numerous trips from the door to the couch, arms spread wide in mock measurement had happened before they could all be certain. "Hold on tight guys."
The front door wide open, Matilda lifted the couch carefully with her mind and directed it slowly out the door.
((ooc: Open (slow play a bit later) co-written by

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"We've cleared the frame, captain. All systems go!"
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"See anything we can get out of trees? Maybe we can put something in a tree too?"
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In opposite directions, they soared riding the cushions until they met ground.
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"You could get paid to do this, you know." They smirk.
((ooc: o__o are you on your lappy?))
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He stopped abruptly. There was a floating couch. He shut his eyes and then opened them slowly, hoping that it wasn't a hallucination.
Nope, the floating couch was still there. And there were people on it. Familiar people. It was those twins he had met before, at least he hoped they were. He didn't think he could handle any more look-a-likes at this school.
"Do I even want to know?"
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"Nothing that I would want to part with," He replied in a slow measured tone, usually reserved for small children. "Why are you putting stuff up a tree?"
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"I see. Couch bowling, sport of kings."
He stood still, staring up at the couch for a moment. "Can I ride the magic flying couch?"
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He grins a pokes the couch's cushions. "How does this work?"
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"Matilda does it with her mind."
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"Telekinetic, huh?" A suspicious look soon crosses his face. "Your last name isn't Summers or Grey, is it?"
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He looks down. "Maybe you guys should get safety belts or something for this, wouldn't want anyone to fall from so high."
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John was NOT thinking of having overstuffed recliner races. Nope.
Dammit, he was. Guess he'll just hafta build one. Or two.
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Teddy peers down over the edge of the Wonderful Flying Couch(TM).