http://sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2007-04-05 11:57 am

Fifth floor common room, Thursday, DAWN

Sokka was asleep, crouched on the back of the sofa, with his head buried in his armpit. As first light stole over him, he slowly awakened. Time to greet the day!

He puffed up his chest, stretched his neck out, and CROWED, as loud as he could.

That settled, he scrabbled at the pantry until it opened, and soon Sokka had breakfast scattered on the floor. He pecked away at the best chickenfeed he'd ever tasted, amidst the shredded remains of the smiling visage of Orville Reddenbacher.

[identity profile] cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com 2007-04-05 04:29 pm (UTC)(link)
A pillow came flying through the door of the common room.

"KEEP IT DOWN!"

[identity profile] cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com 2007-04-05 05:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Pip stuck his head in and blinked a few times. "...Sokka, do I want to know why there's corn everywhere?"

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2007-04-05 11:01 pm (UTC)(link)
There was no way Parker was up at dawn.

She was up an hour or so later, though, and looking for coffee.

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2007-04-05 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Parker facepalmed. Yup. Just like she'd suspected. Someone else Lana had come in contact with was being extra-weird.

"Hey." She studied Sokka, shaking her head. "Why a chicken?"

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2007-04-05 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Parker threw up her hands and went to get some coffee, snagging a few popcorn kernels on the way. Lana or Marie were *so* going to hear about this.

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2007-04-06 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
"HEY!" Parker grabbed Sokka's nose when he tried to peck at her fingers again. "Not yours, Sokka!"

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2007-04-06 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
Parker stared at this for two seconds. And then:

"RoooooaaaaaaAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRR!!!!"

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2007-04-06 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
"Grrrrrr." Parker watched Sokka for a minute, then facepalmed at herself as she headed for the door. "Right. Apologies when you're not an avian any more."