Fifth Floor Common Room, Wednesday afternoon

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter was... playing chicken with the couch?

He just wanted to get past it to get to the kitchenette, but every time he went around (and he's fast, mind you) either the couch would get in his way, the coffee table would knock him in the shins, or one of the chairs would run up behind him and knock the back of his legs to make him fall into it.

He was about to move on to jumping over everything and just standing on the kitchen counter.

Little did he know that the couch was ready for that with cushion missiles.

[ooc: Open as common rooms will be.]

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[nadiathesaint]

Nadia stood silently in the doorway, just watching this performance for a little while, trying not to giggle out loud.

"Having a little bit of trouble?"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter glanced over his shoulder and ended up ambushed by another chair.

Ooph!

"Why would you say that?"

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia lost the battle with the giggles. "Oh, just call it a hunch,"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter propped a foot on his knee and tried to look casual while the chair walked him over to a proper TV viewing spot.

The television turned on to the Home Shopping Network, which was showing... furniture porn its antiques hour.

"I think they're sending me a hint."

[nadiathesaint]

"If it's that you need to relax, then I might just agree." Another chair made a run at Nadia, and she dodged it. "Though it might be easier said then done."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

A lamp had unplugged itself and hopped over near Walter. Its cord slithered up the chair and into Walter's pocket.

"Hey!"

It withdrew his wallet and dropped it in his lap.

"I don't think they're telling me to relax."

[nadiathesaint]

A side table crouched down in front of the TV, reaching out a leg to gently pet a baroque table lamp on the screen.

Nadia looked at the price being listed. "That's totally fake, you know," she told the table.

If tables could pout. . . .

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

The television flipped through the channels before settling on a program on VH1 about homes of wealthy pop stars.

The side table did a little hop into the air when the narrator began to lovingly detail the ivory inlay on the bleached-blonde silicon-enhanced singer's custom pool table.

Walter sighed and tucked his wallet inside his waistcoat.

"No."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia was back to giggling again, even as she tried to dodge the couch to go sit on the arm of the chair that had taken Walter hostage.

"Good to know you don't spoil them,"

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Okay... What did you do to piss them off?"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter sprang over the couch and jumped for the counter.

"No-" he dodged a cushion, "-thing!"

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi caught the cushion, with her face.

"Suuuure."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"I won't buy them anything off the television." And they seemed irked.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Maybe we should call in somebody with a steam cleaner..."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Maybe we should call somebody with an axe," Walter muttered and then dodged another cushion.

Not that he couldn't do the work himself, but that would probably count as "inappropriate use" of the wires.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Okay you couch, stop that right now and I promise not to jump on ya no more."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

The couch had already thrown all three of its cushions. If it conceded now, it was losing nothing.

Besides, the kitchen cabinet had just flung a door wide open, knocking Walter off the counter.

So the couch did a furniture equivalent of a shrug and walked back over to settle in its usual place.

[nopuffedsleeves.livejournal.com]

"Saints alive, child, what are you doing?" Marilla Cuthbert asked. She stood at the doorway and wondered if it were possible for a child to be madder than Anne.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"I was trying to get some breakfast," Walter said, dodging a coffee table's outstretched leg.

"Now it's more like war."

[nopuffedsleeves.livejournal.com]

She shook her head. "War with furniture. I never did hear the like. Does this often happen?"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Not often," Walter equivocated.

[nopuffedsleeves.livejournal.com]

"Huh," Marilla said. She swept into the room, daring the furniture to come near her. "And when you are not fighting with furniture, how is your time at school spent?"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

The furniture apparently didn't know what to think of her and backed off rather like a herd of sheep with the wolf sweeping in among them.

Walter took advantage of the lull to put the kettle on.

Priorities.

This was obviously another school board snoop. People with power were best handled with care in some circumstances, this being one of them. "I spend quite a bit of time on my schoolwork, Miss...?"

[nopuffedsleeves.livejournal.com]

"Cuthbert," she said with a nod. "And I would very much like some tea, thank you. Do you know how to make it properly?"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Yes, Miss Cuthbert. I do not think you will have any complaints." He did eye the furniture, which had settled down, apparently cowed.

Satisfied that he wasn't going to have to deal with any more sneak attacks for the moment, he went about preparing two settings for tea. Given his training and experience, the woman would likely find that the tea was prepared exactly to her liking without her having to specify.

Unless she was just the very contrary type. One could never be sure.

"Would you like some biscuits as well?"