2nd Floor Common Room, Thursday Night

[dark_slippy_thing]

Valentine had wasted enough time getting himself acquainted to the lay of the land-- he hadn't had a decent meal since he arrived on the island and he still hadn't figured out how to get the food out of the mysterious food boxes that were placed here and there throughout the dorm building.

So he figured he'd fall back on the one thing that he could always count on to get him a meal, and he figured he'd do it in the second floor common room-- those places seemed busy enough, after all.

Armed with pocketfuls of glowy spheres, Valentine stood in the middle of the common room and he juggled like a juggling thing.

Any passers-by would be greeted by a hungry man in a mask and a floppy coat, throwing and catching shiny orange balls with real street-performer pizazz.

(OOC: Open to all who have common room needs- but I've had my fill and am now heading off to bed. And yes. I did just say pizazz.)

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[electric-sitar.livejournal.com]

Demyx was looking around for somebody in particular, but if he happened to stop by the second floor common room, maybe he thought he had a chance of running into him there. Instead, he found a guy in a mask, juggling. "Whoa! Another Nobody!?"

[dark_slippy_thing]

"Nobody?" Valentine's hands didn't miss a beat, still throwing and catching the spheres that he was juggling even as he turned to look at the somebody (with a hideous face) who had just called him a nobody. "I would like to think that I'm a somebody, actually."

[electric-sitar.livejournal.com]

"Yeah? Then why do you look like one of Luxord's Gamblers?" Demyx tilted his head to the side, studying him. "Who are you, anyway?"

[strahl-pirate.livejournal.com]

"Well, well, this isn't something I've seen since I left Archades." He chuckled at the preformer as he put the marked bag of food he'd gotten into the refridgerator, pulling out an apple for himself.

[dark_slippy_thing]

Valentine continued his juggling, mildly annoyed that this rude individual was offering words rather than money, but he replied nevertheless.
"I've never met this Luxord man you're speaking of-- this is my face, the only proper one in this place that I know of, so far. And my name is Valentine. And who might I have the pleasure of being insulted by tonight?"

[dark_slippy_thing]

Valentine eyed the apple hungrily--not that it was blatantly obvious with the mask on his face and all, but he really was scoping it out.
"Haven't you? There aren't any talented performers about elsewhere?"

[electric-sitar.livejournal.com]

"Demyx. Consider it a gift." Demyx flounced a little, walking over to the kitchenette. "Other common rooms are so...empty. They don't have Pippi making pancakes."

[dark_slippy_thing]

Valentine very nearly missed the ball that was falling into his hand, but he managed to catch it.
"Pancakes?"
Pancakes were food.
Food was good.

[strahl-pirate.livejournal.com]

"Not many places that I've been to actually encourage them," Balthier raised an eyebrow at the preformer seeing him "scoping him out". "Is there something I can help you with?"

[dark_slippy_thing]

"I couldn't help but notice that food you had there. Where did you get it?"

Translation- 'I see you have an apple. Give it to me, dammit.'

He smiled a pleasant smile and continued juggling.

[electric-sitar.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, pancakes. Pippi always makes pancakes. I tried to help one time, but I ended up setting myself on fire and then flooding the common room in panic. And then when I evaporated it it made the place into a sauna and it wasn't very fun." Demyx? Needing to learn to take pauses to breathe.

[strahl-pirate.livejournal.com]

"I do indeed, it was purchased at a store." He said taking a large, cruchy bite out of said apple. "I bought several in fact." The pirate said, giving him a pleasant smile in return.

[dark_slippy_thing]

"Pancakes, good. Fires and floods, not so good. I'm not so sure I'd enjoy my pancakes with a side of apocalyptic doom. I'm really a syrup person, myself."
He tossed a ball, caught a ball, bounced a new ball off the floor and added it to the mix.
"So... where does this Pippi make her pancakes, and are they pancakes of the public sort?"

[dark_slippy_thing]

"Is it a nearby store? What sort of currency to they use here?"

Translation- 'I don't see an apple in my hand. What's wrong with you?'

Still smiling, of course. And still juggling as well, another ball in the mix.

[electric-sitar.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I know. I'm just not a cooking person. If I wasn't so good with water I'd probably burn that." Demyx shrugged. "Pippi likes to make breakfast on the fifth floor. For everybody. Usually in the morning."

[dark_slippy_thing]

Valentine made a mental note-- fifth floor. Food. Morning. Come with empty pockets.
"I'm more an eating person than a cooking person, myself," Valentine agreed with a nod. "I'll have to investigate Pippi's pancakes in the morning."
Provided he didn't starve to death tonight.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

The whole thing in the clinic (http://community.livejournal.com/fandom_clinic/259483.html?thread=7115419#t7115419) rather has Pippi out of sorts and she some how got separated from Nadia on their way up the stairs.

She wanders into the 2nd floor common room probably looking a little spacey.

Juggling? Mesmerizing.

"Ooooh."

[electric-sitar.livejournal.com]

"I signed up for home ec, so hopefully they can teach me how to do more than microwave." Demyx nodded. "Pippi's pancakes are awesome. And Nadia makes these thingies I can't pronounce with hot sauce and sometimes if he's in a good mood, Pip makes craps."

[dark_slippy_thing]

"Aaaaaah." Valentine replied, offering a charismatic smile to his new audience, adding yet another ball into the act-- he was up to seven, now. And they were wonderfully glowy.

Glowy enough to get him a meal? That remained to be seen. But he was a stubborn sort, and he had been doing this for years to earn his meals. He knew better than to expect instant success.
Though it would have been nice.

[strahl-pirate.livejournal.com]

"The currency is local, and the store it down the hill in town," Balthier answered back politely in between bites. Really if this odd looking man wanted an apple all he had to do was ask, then maybe Balthier would consider it.

[dark_slippy_thing]

"Craps?" Valentine smirked. "Sounds delicious."

[electric-sitar.livejournal.com]

"They are! They're these thin cakey thingies with stuff and sometimes stuff inside like fruit." Demyx nodded energetically.

[dark_slippy_thing]

Local.
Blast.
"Unfortunately, I'm fresh out of local currency."
Hence, the juggling. But he was more polite than that.
When he was trying to get the aforementioned currency, anyhow. And generally only when it improved his chances.
"I don't you could spare some of that extra food you had mentioned?"
'Please' would have been too polite, of course.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Preeeety." Pippi said following the glowing balls with her eyes... and probably her head and torso a bit as well.

To somebody who was not privy to recent events, she probably looks really tired... Or drunk... Or stoned...

Or some combination therein.

[dark_slippy_thing]

"Stuff. And stuff." Valentine considered this stuffed stuff for a moment before he chuckled and added an eighth ball to his juggling act-- if this didn't inspire at least a small donation, nothing would. "So long as the stuff and stuff is edible, then I'm all for it!"