Around the dorms: Friday after lunch

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

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.]

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[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Robert Goulet's monkey friend (with a little bit of black construction paper taped to his face in lew of a mustache) jumped down from Robert Goulet's shoulder and danced the Schottche in the pile of papers, granola bar wrappers and such, sending them everywhere.

He's obviously having the time of his little monkey life.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Robert Goulet was very pleased with his monkey friend and he nodded in approval.

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.

[chasingangela]

Angela scowled at Mr. Nielson ans she scrabbled after her papers. "Get off of that," she ordered in a whine. "And Jack? Why are you acting like this?"

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Robert Goulet's monkey friend grabbed the most important looking paper. (Important looking to a monkey any way, which means that it was covered front and back with markings. It could be writing, or maybe just doodles. He's a monkey, it all looks the same to him.)

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!

[chasingangela]

The feeling of monkey paws on your head? Will tend to make you laugh. Which Angela did, while simultaneously looking kind of horrified. "Mr. Nielson, my poem!"

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Robert Goulet extricated the paper from his wise monkey friend's paws.

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.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Mr. Neilson didn't think the paper smelled good enough to taste.

[chasingangela]

Angela watched him sniff the paper, figuring this had to be a weird Fandom thing. "Are you hungry?" she ventured.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Robert Goulet toed the stuff scattered across the floor, messing it up a little bit more.

His monkey friend was watching closely, as if he might learn something.

[chasingangela]

Angela chased after the papers he was kicking -- they were a very intimate song cycle.

As she did, she tossed the granola bar at Jack in desperation.

[anextimeagent.livejournal.com]

Robert Goulet danced out of the way and then froze.

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.

[chasingangela]

"That was weird," Angela told the air, and gathered her papers together at last. "BYE."