ext_131563 ([identity profile] girlsnamehere.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2006-09-02 10:08 pm

5th Floor Common Room, Late Saturday Night

JD wanted to paint the town red, but, sadly, lacked the necessary art supplies. As a result, he was sitting in the common room with some paper and crayons, resorting to drawing pictures of daisies.

((OOC: Open to all, including suggestions for adventure and foolishness))

[identity profile] notafairmaiden.livejournal.com 2006-09-03 06:27 am (UTC)(link)
Gwynn was happy to see the person she considered to be like a big brother to her.

"I'm doing better than I was Monday. How are you doing."

[identity profile] cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com 2006-09-03 06:32 am (UTC)(link)
Pip shrugged. "Pretty good. Busy day."

[identity profile] notafairmaiden.livejournal.com 2006-09-03 06:36 am (UTC)(link)
"Was it a good kind of busy?"

[identity profile] cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com 2006-09-03 06:39 am (UTC)(link)
Pip shrugged. "Well, I convinced Blair to shoot a gun and tried out for the band."

[identity profile] cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com 2006-09-03 06:49 am (UTC)(link)
"It's a weapon. I made a deal with Blair. Long story. And they were having try-outs for a band down in the Devil's Nest today."

[identity profile] cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com 2006-09-03 07:03 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh. A group of musicians," Pip said. "They play music together."

[identity profile] notafairmaiden.livejournal.com 2006-09-03 07:09 am (UTC)(link)
"Like bards?"


[[OOC: Sorry, internet connection crashed.]]

[identity profile] cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com 2006-09-03 07:13 am (UTC)(link)
Pip thought aboutt his. "Kind of, yeah."

[identity profile] notafairmaiden.livejournal.com 2006-09-03 07:19 am (UTC)(link)
"Did you not like the band?"

[identity profile] cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com 2006-09-03 07:20 am (UTC)(link)
"...I dunno, it's still forming?" Pip asked, confusedy.

[identity profile] notafairmaiden.livejournal.com 2006-09-03 07:32 am (UTC)(link)
Gwynn looked just as confused, so she decided to change the subject.

"Can you explain guns to me?"

[identity profile] cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com 2006-09-03 07:37 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, I could try," Pip said. "It's... kind of like a crossbow. Imagine a small, hand-held crossbow. Only, instead of firing an arrow or whatever, it fires a small piece of metal at high speeds."

[identity profile] notafairmaiden.livejournal.com 2006-09-03 07:40 am (UTC)(link)
Gwynn was listening with great interest.

"Is it effective?"

[identity profile] notafairmaiden.livejournal.com 2006-09-03 05:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Weaponry was something she understood.

"How long does it take to become skilled at it?"

[identity profile] cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com 2006-09-03 05:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Pip thought about this. "Much less time than it would to become skilled at a bow and arrow or a crossbow," he said. "But it would still take some time."

[identity profile] notafairmaiden.livejournal.com 2006-09-03 06:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Gwynn nodded and looked like she was contemplating something.

[identity profile] cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com 2006-09-03 06:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Pip grinned. "You want me to teach you, then?"

[identity profile] notafairmaiden.livejournal.com 2006-09-03 07:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Gwynn nodded and looked like she was contemplating something.

[identity profile] cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com 2006-09-03 07:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Pip grinned. "Would you like me to teach you?"

[identity profile] notafairmaiden.livejournal.com 2006-09-03 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)
At this, Gwynn's face lit up and she nodded. "Yes, please?"

[identity profile] cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com 2006-09-03 07:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Pip nodded. "Sure. Name the time."