http://iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] iseewhatyoumean.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2007-10-28 12:26 pm

Second floor common room, early Sunday afternoon

When Cassandra was feeling restless, she usually found somewhere quiet to work out. Today, however, she felt like she needed a change.

Which was why she'd moved some of the furniture around in what looked to be a pretty random arrangement. Seats facing in all sorts of directions did not, after all, make a lot of sense for most purposes.

It might have made slightly more sense for what Cassandra was doing, which involved moving in random directions around the room without touching the floor.

Conversation might actually be a less disruptive form of entertainment.

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[identity profile] sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com 2007-10-29 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
"Practicing... what?" Sokka asked. "Standing on chairs?"

[identity profile] sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com 2007-10-29 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
"Ahhhhhhhhh," Sokka said, stroking his chin and nodding his understanding. "I seeeee. It's like a game? Don't fall off the chairs?"

Sokka tensed himself and backed up a few steps. The nearest chair was entirely too far away.

[identity profile] sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com 2007-10-29 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
Sokka's eyes flicked around the room, as he gauged distances. He could do this.

He took a deep breath, rubbed his hands together, and then ran and LAUNCHED himself forward. He hit the nearest chair hands-first, and as it teetered and fell over backwards he managed to get his feet under him and jump to the next one. He hit two or three more chairs, which began wobbling, and landed awkwardly on the couch.

"TA-DA!" he shouted. And then the wobbling chairs all fell over.

[identity profile] sarcasm-guy.livejournal.com 2007-10-30 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
"Pffft. 'Recovery.' That was deliberate."

He shrugged.

"Except only the first chair was supposed to fall over."