Fifth floor common room, Wednesday evening

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia had set herself up in the kitchen with a large pot full of a watered-down mix of black ink, dye, and latex paint, and lots and lots of newspaper.

She was currently attempting to get the stuffed, winged pink pony into the pot.

"No, no, it's lots of fun, I promise!"

"It doesn't look very nice or happy or friendly," the pony would reply.

"Just get in the pot!"

"Why don't we play Candyland instead?" asked the pony.

It wasn't going well.

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[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"No problem," Anders replied. "I don't know if I should be jealous, or decide I got the better deal here."

He facepalmed as a shortstop in a Cardinals uniform stared at the pervert plushie plague and said "Wow, wouldn't mind being that thing. Crawling around inside girls' clothes and all, I could --"

He kicked the hapless baseball figure across the room. ". . . okay, I think I might be jealous."

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

Setsuna just stared, face filling with even more red than before. She forgot about the plague's attempts to wiggle into her collar. "Did...Did that action figure just..."

Yeah, Setsuna. It did.

She was almost a little mad at Anders for kicking it before she had the chance, but then she remembered last weekend, and that kicking men making dirty comments at you only made it worse.

She let out a small groan. "As if them coming to life weren't enough, they gotta be perverted, too?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Oh, not to worry. Undoubtedly one of them would start up with the pervy comments any second now, so there was plenty of opportunity for kicking.

"It's not my fault," Anders whimpered from behind his hand. "I didn't teach them to be like this!"

"Look," piped up a Seattle Mariners figure, "we see what you do with your Sims game every --"

"Liar! Shut up!"

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

Ranma the Plague started nuzzling against her neck in as about as suggestive a way as a little plushy micro-organism could as Setsuna frowned down at the figure. And then shifted her gaze with dubious question toward Anders.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders coughed and contrived to look innocent. "You guys," he said to the baseball figures with concentrated venom, "are really gunning to get sent down to rookie-level ball again, aren't you?"

An Orioles player started tugging the tactless Mariner away. "C'mon, man," he was saying, "don't push it. He's still the GM, you know!"

Anders's eyes widened at Ranma the Plague's nuzzling. "You have a very friendly, um, fuzzy companion there," he said, attempting to change the subject.

Not very smoothly.

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

"He's a plague," Setsuna said, distastefully, trying her best to ignore him. "Like, an actual representation of a micro-organism that causes the black death." Her eyes shifted toward it on her shoulder, it blinked its little blue eyes at her and she sighed. "You don't even want to know what I caught him doing in my room just earlier when I got back from training."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders glowered at the plastic athletes, who were murmuring in envy and appreciation of the plushie microbe's efforts. If Setsuna wanted to kick any of them, now would be a good time.

"If the way my little pals here are applauding is any indication, I probably don't want to know."

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

Setsuna glared down at them. And they each got a nice, swift kiss with the toe of her brown loafers.

She looked around at some of the other animated toys around the room. "They're not all perverted, right?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

It was unbelievable how satisfying it could be to watch a little plastic figurine go flailing and screeching across the room before hitting the wall with a satisfying plink.

"Just mine and yours," Anders replied. "The rest seem pretty harmless. Except for the evil pink pony."

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

Setsuna had been trying to ignore that one. "Who's is it?" she asked.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Nadia's." Yeah, Anders was trying to forget it himself. "It's definitely evil, even if its wings don't work right."

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

Setsuna's eyes were a little wide again. "Why does Nadia have a pink pony plushy in the first place?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"That," Anders told her, "is a question I'm trying not to ask."

[bound2blade.livejournal.com]

"If I ask," she said, glancing over to Anders, "do you want to know?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders thought about this. He would have thought about it harder, but he was distracted by yet another argument, this time from a C-Bucs player and his rival from the Aerelon Archers.

"Sure, why not?"