From the lobby to the second floor: Tuesday afternoon

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Jack was getting completely sick of being pied.

He'd had more showers today than anyone should ever have, and he was running out of clothes.

Once more showered and changed, he was just venturing outside when a veritable squall of pies descended upon him. Fruit pies, cream pies, chocolate pies -- a plethora of pies, falling from the sky, and coating him from head to toe in crust and filling.

It eventually died away, leaving Jack standing there, dripping with pie, a curve of pie crust hanging off one ear. "Fine." He shook himself vigorously, slicked a hand through his hair, smooshing pie into it, and wiped his face. "Fine!" he yelled at the sky. "If that's the way you want it."

No, he didn't know who he was talking to, but he had some vague notion he might have angered the pie gods.

Grumbling under his breath, he started stripping out of his clothes. When he was completely naked, the pie gods chose that moment to follow up with a brief lemon meringue flurry.

Now not quite completely naked, he stalked back into the dorms, heading for his room.

[ooc: Open to anyone. Jack's naked, but there's sufficient pie coating him to preserve anyone's modesty...anyone else's modesty, that is. He doesn't have any. I've been awake since 3 am and my brain's mooshy, so I might be a bit slow.]

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[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Well, you know it's not the student body doing this," Sam teased, "or there'd be more pies from the side and less from overhead. And how long does this go on before you worry about it?"

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"I...don't know. I just assumed it would go away on it's own," he said hopefully, taking advantage of the moment to lick the meringue off her nose.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"How's that working for you?" She asked, pulling him out of the way of an incoming pecan pie. Those suckers could cause real damage.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"Brilliantly," he said, rolling his eyes. "And thanks. Stupid pies. It's not like they stop falling when I come inside. Only place I can think of to wait them out is the shower. Care to join me?"

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

Sam had no finals the next day and was covered in pie, as was her mostly-naked whatever-he-was. And, as people were always telling her, she wasn't stupid. "I just need to grab a glass of milk."

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

"Get one for me, and I'll meet you in my room?" he suggested, really not minding the sudden influx of cinnamon orange pies that plopped out of nothingness.

[carter-i-am.livejournal.com]

"Sounds like a plan," Sam ate a strawberry off her shoulder and waved as she headed into the common room.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Jack made a beeline for his room, dodging what pies he could, and headed straight into the shower.

After a moment's consideration, he got out, rummaged through his closet until he found an umbrella and opened it, balancing it on the shower rail so the shower was partially covered.

It was worth a try.