http://krycek-rat.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] krycek-rat.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2006-11-25 05:08 pm

2nd Floor Common Room, Saturday evening

Krycek was situated in the common room, armed and dangerous (though probably only if you were diabetic) and bored.

Crouched behind the couch, he was ready to take out anyone who came through. Especially if they picked up any of the several other armaments that were sitting in a box in the middle of the room.

[ooc: Feel free to join in!]

[identity profile] bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com 2006-11-26 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
Molly, looking for something to do, wandered down to the second floor common room. She walked into the room all unsuspecting.

[identity profile] peter--parker.livejournal.com 2006-11-26 01:16 am (UTC)(link)
Peter was bored, so he wandered down to the common room. "Hello, hello," he greeted, not yet spotting the weaponry.

[identity profile] peter--parker.livejournal.com 2006-11-26 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
Unfortunately, marshmallows didn't set off a danger sense. Peter did still have his reflexes, though, which allowed him to duck the shot to the head. The shot to the shoulder winged him, though.

"In my world, shooting marshmallows isn't typically a greeting. Your ways are strange to me."

[identity profile] x5-alec.livejournal.com 2006-11-26 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
As he was headed past on his way up to the third floor, Alec was attracted by something out of place - namely a box full of guns. "Ooh."

[identity profile] peter--parker.livejournal.com 2006-11-26 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
"True," Peter said. "But sugary bullets make ambushes fattening."

[identity profile] bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com 2006-11-26 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
"Eek!" Molly really hadn't expected to be shot at. "Ohmygod!" Without another word she turned around and ran out of the room as quickly as she could.

About five minutes later, she returned, all stealth like, toting her own marshmallow gun. With only a brief peek around the door frame, she burst into the room and began to fire as rapidly as she could. "Eat sugar, Alex!"

[identity profile] peter--parker.livejournal.com 2006-11-26 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
"Good point," Peter said, diving to the side, dodging sugary death. "And I haven't eaten any, so I'm still spry enough to dodge. This works out okay."

[identity profile] saltandammo.livejournal.com 2006-11-26 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
Dean was wandering by and hearing some commotion, looked into the common room.

[identity profile] x5-alec.livejournal.com 2006-11-26 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
Alec was hit and he jumped a little, turning to glare at Krycek. "What the hell, man?"

He grabbed one of the disk launchers and shot off one of them as he backed up.

[identity profile] bruiser-in-pink.livejournal.com 2006-11-26 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
Molly ducked behind a chair, taking a few hits as she did so. She popped up again and fired back. "That's the plan!"

[identity profile] peter--parker.livejournal.com 2006-11-26 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
Peter leaped to the ceiling, slipping his shoes off and letting them drop on his way up. That would give him better mobility, after all. "Pretty much as long as you have ammo. Then I can just take the gun away."

[identity profile] saltandammo.livejournal.com 2006-11-26 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
Dean saw something white coming straight for his face and jerked back instinctively, but the marshmallow still hit the side of his head. "What the fuck?"

He looked around the corner more cautiously, and spotted the box of weapons in the middle of the room. Judging the distance and taking in possible cover, he dived forward, fast and low, and coming to a stop in a crouch behind said box of weapons.

[identity profile] socksofcool.livejournal.com 2006-11-26 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
Seely walked into the common room, whistling to himself.

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