Fourth Floor Common Room, Evening

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

As had become tradition for StuCo sponsored events, a large table was off to one side, covered with snacks and tubs of drinks.

The chairs and couches had all been pushed to the walls, leaving the center of the floor open for the whose ever turn it was.

Isabel rushed around collecting last minute ideas for things to be acted out.

Comments

Re: Play Charades

[notajar]

"....your hat got its hand cut off at the wrist?"

Re: Play Charades

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

Marco took a moment to stare at Door before shaking his head. He then grabbed an imaginary stick and began waving it around as he marched. Yes, it looked dirty.

Re: Play Charades

[notajar]

"Is that a crown on your head, then, and you're carrying a scepter? Are you a king?" She's still not sure where the wrist thing comes in, mind you.

Re: Play Charades

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

Marco noddded and gave her a thumbs-up. Then he pointed at his wrist and mimed showing it off.

Re: Play Charades

[notajar]

"....You're the king of....wrists?"

Re: Play Charades

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

Marco flapped his hand in a so-so gesture and pointed at his wrist again.

Re: Play Charades

[notajar]

"King...arm? Hand?"

Re: Play Charades

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

Marco shook his head, then pointed at his ear, neck, and then the wrist.

Re: Play Charades

[notajar]

And she's not exactly sure where the ear and the neck come in, but Door's just had a minor brainstorm anyway. "King of the Bracelets?"

Re: Play Charades

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

"YES! Thank you, yes!"

Re: Play Charades

[notajar]

"Oh, good. I was hoping it wasn't meant to be a King Crab coming to eat your wrist."