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fandomhighdorms2007-03-24 07:48 am
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Around the dorms: Friday after lunch
Robert Goulet was stealthing through the hallways.
Not that you'd notice him. It was three o'clock, everyone was sleepy and weak from low blood sugar.
Time to mess with people's stuff. So long as his nemesis didn't appear, they'd be helpless to stop him!
He tipped over a bin, scattered the contents, and danced away down the hall.
[Okayyy! I lack photoshop-fu like woah, so Jack's just Jack with a really bad fake moustache. Seriously, it's bad, held on with tape or something. But he thinks he's Robert Goulet. Ping in here with a link if he can come into your post-lunch post and mess with your stuff! Or just throw a comment here to run into him in the hallways - and specify please if they're carrying stuff with which to mess - or for your character's room if you wish your stuff to be messed with there, and he shall arrive!
No matter what they do, he will react as if your character was near comatose from low blood sugar. He can only be banished by eating something (it doesn't have to be nuts)! Then he will flee, flee from his bane! Or, you know, wander off if he gets bored.]
Not that you'd notice him. It was three o'clock, everyone was sleepy and weak from low blood sugar.
Time to mess with people's stuff. So long as his nemesis didn't appear, they'd be helpless to stop him!
He tipped over a bin, scattered the contents, and danced away down the hall.
[Okayyy! I lack photoshop-fu like woah, so Jack's just Jack with a really bad fake moustache. Seriously, it's bad, held on with tape or something. But he thinks he's Robert Goulet. Ping in here with a link if he can come into your post-lunch post and mess with your stuff! Or just throw a comment here to run into him in the hallways - and specify please if they're carrying stuff with which to mess - or for your character's room if you wish your stuff to be messed with there, and he shall arrive!
No matter what they do, he will react as if your character was near comatose from low blood sugar. He can only be banished by eating something (it doesn't have to be nuts)! Then he will flee, flee from his bane! Or, you know, wander off if he gets bored.]
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handwavilyshopping in town for Willow's birthday gift. Her arms were full of goodies and she was trying to get her dorm room door open. "Dangit!"Re: Room 508
No point in sneaking, she'd never notice him in her food deprived state.
He danced up behind her and struck up at her hands, in a move designed to send their contents scattering everywhere!
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"What the?"
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He did, however, snatch a couple of parcels out of the air and lob them further down the hall.
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So he put his hands on his hips, nodded his head, and line danced away down the hall.
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"Hey! You could at least help me pick these things up and put them in my room!"
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She's getting distracted by the television, though. Oooo. Airplanes!
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A chair was picked up and placed on the coffee table, perfectly blocking the view of the TV!
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That would never do.
Stuff Robert Goulet messed with should stay messed with. This called for drastic measures.
He waltzed over, the picture of grace, and scooped up the notes, waltzed over to the window, opened it, and dropped them out.
Then tossed several forks, two paper plates, and a handful of assorted pens after them.
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Evie donates to the Luke Skywalker scholarship fund.Flailing, Evie tried to catch them as they were dumped out the window, and managed to get... two. "JACK!" Pillow-whapping was pretty much required at this point. "Have you gone insane? Thos were my Gods & You extra notes for cross-referencing! I NEEDED those!"*whap!*
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No. He just decided to move that way. He was Robert Goulet. Bending and swaying, almost as if someone was whacking him with a pillow - which was clearly impossible as it was three o'clock and everyone was too weak and dozy for that - he headed for the door.
Stopping on the way to grab a pillow off the floor and tear it open with his mighty Goulet strength, sending a shower of feathers everywhere.
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Then trudged downstairs to pick up her notes from the front lawn.
"....oooo. Jack Harkness, you just wait..."
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She had money, right? She fished through her
completely open so that he can grab random things and throw them aroundleg-pouch and looked for some of the weird bill-things they used for money around here.A moose might be expensive.
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Pens and coins and all manner of things, and every object skipped at least three times. Even the weird bill things.
Why? Because he was Robert Goulet, and he was just that awesome.
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She looked at him oddly. Clearly, a man with such a bad fake mustache was mentally unhinged.
"Don't mess with my stuff!"
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Truly, Robert Goulet was the God of Messing with Stuff. And dancing.
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Satisfied with his stuff messing, he disappeared down the stairs.
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A very full bag of stuff to be messed with.
Sliding gracefully around in front of her, Robert Goulet neatly grabbed the bag and jerked it sharply, sending the contents tumbling to the floor.
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He's obviously having the time of his little monkey life.
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Oh, and also scooped up a handful of papers and scattered them around the hallway.
Because stuff messing was a scared trust. You couldn't leave it just to a monkey, no matter how naturally gifted.
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He attempts to escape from Angela's scowle to Robert Goulet's shoulder by way of Angela's head.
Waving the paper as a distraction.
Weeee!
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He had a lot to learn.
Messing with stuff had a long and fine tradition. You didn't take the stuff, otherwise no one would know it had been messed with. Unless...Robert Goulet sniffed it, tasted the paper, then scrunched it into a ball and tossed it on the floor.
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His monkey friend was watching closely, as if he might learn something.
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As she did, she tossed the granola bar at Jack in desperation.
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How had she known his secret weakness?!
Grabbing his wise monkey friend, he slowly backed away down the corridor, away from the possibly nut-laden granola bar, and disappeared into the stairwell.
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