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Fourth Floor Common Room, Monday Evening

The problem with being a turtle who owned a giant mascot head and also made a living with it was that every now and again, one had to practice. Rehearsal, really.

The problem with having a giant mascot head to rehearse in was that there was hardly enough room in a dorm room to do so.

So, this evening, Mikey had taken it upon himself infiltrate the common room in true ninja manner in order to lay out several different kinds of pizza, including a few of his personal favorites (the ravioli and caramel came highly recommended), in case anyone wanted to have some sort of munchies while observing him prancing about. The show promised to be good. Where else could one witness a large turtle, dressed as a turtle, making up impromptu party songs and waving about a set of large, foamy nunchucks?

('Tis a common room! 'Tis commonly open!)

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Adam wandered into the common room in search of food, and stopped short at what he saw.

"Wow."

~~Michelangelo~~ Cowabunga Carl waved a hand by way of greeting as he pranced up to the dude who had just entered the room, grabbing a box of ~~moddable~~ pizza on the way.

"Duuuude, hello! And welcome to the show!
It's party time and Cowabunga Carl's ready to go!"

... It had some gaping rhythm issues. He'd iron those out later.

Adam waved back, smiling in an amused manner. It looked like Michelangelo and it sounded kind of like him, so Adam had to assume it was him.

"Uh, hey," he replied. "Thanks." Yes, he was trying so very hard not to laugh.

Pride was not an issue here, fortunately. Mikey lived to entertain, and if this was the sort of party that he could organize on a quiet Monday evening, then he was going to make the best of it.

"Come on Adam, take a seat,
Enjoy some pizza, it's a treat!
We've got pepperoni, it's sublime,
And did I mention, Party Time?"

Because, dude. Party. He had to swing his foamy 'chucks in the air a few times to emphasize this point.

This time Adam did laugh, but for a short while and it was definitely not at Michelangelo.

"Awesome rhyme," he grinned, meaning it. Taking a slice of pizza, he nodded his thanks and grabbed a drink, sitting down on the couch.

"Dude, mucho thanks!" ... Oh, dude. Now he had to toss something in there to fill up the lack of rhyme scheme that breaking his character had caused. He grabbed another pizza box and bobbled his massive foam head. "This one's got beans'n'franks!"

...

It was something, anyhow! Woo! Exellentamundo save, Mikey-dude!

"Hrm," Adam looked at that pizza speculatively. "I'm not sure I'm brave enough to try that one."

"More for me, then, dude!" Cowabunga Carl did a spectacular sort of happydance bounce. "It's really gnarly food!"

He tucked his foamy-chucks into his belt and opened the box to demonstrate.

While still wearing the giant foamy head, this could not possibly end well.

Brooke had planned on going out tonight, seeing what else there was to do in town. She'd gotten herself dressed up and even was wearing her necklace with the "B" pendant to try and avoid mixups tonight. She had to stop on her way down when she heard something from the common room-

And that left her staring. Poor thing still hadn't gotten much of a taste of the weird yet.

Adam nodded, grinning brightly.

"Uh..." he hoped Mikey was going to take the foam head off before eating.

Mikey had his absolutely brilliant moments. He really did. They were few and far between, but they did happen.

This was not one of them.

So, when the frank'n'beans pizza mooshed against the face of CowaBunga Carl, Michelangelo did not bother to rhyme.

....

"Dude. Totally bogus."

"Dude, a newbie! Party time!
Forgive me for this awful rhyme?"

~~Michelangelo~~ Cowabunga Carl bounded up to the girl in the doorway to wave hello, shake a hand, wave about a foamy nunchuck, and offer her some peanut butter and pesto pizza. Mostly all at once.

Adam winced slightly, nodding in agreement.

"Bummer," he admitted, grabbing some napkins and handing them over to Mikey.

Adam noticed the new person and waved slightly. Yeah, he'd stared too when he first entered the common room.

Brooke gave a sort of weak wave back, and looked at him as if asking if he was seeing what she was.

Hoshi was hungry. The protein resequencer still wasn't giving her any solid food, so she took the easy route and wandered down to the common room to see if there was anything to eat.

Adam laughed and nodded, letting her know that yes, he was seeing what she was seeing and no, she wasn't hallucinating.

Brooke continued staring for a moment, and finally managed, "Really?"

"Um," she said eloquently, figuring that said all that needed to be said, really.

"This isn't exactly a normal event around here," Adam reassured her. "Well, maybe with him, it is," he chuckled, shaking his head and finding Mikey absolutely amusing.

Mikey pulled off the head and accepted the napkins, smiling sheepishly as he wiped the pizza off of his mascot-head's face.

"Thanks, dude," he said with a nod.

"Anytime man," Adam smiled warmly. "How have you been, Michelangelo?"

Seriously. Food was the best lure there was. Even if the combinations were bizarre, the pizza smelled fantastic, and Demyx was hungry. "...Free food?" he asked hopefully, eyeing the giant, foam-headed turtle.

"Really, dudette, welcome aboard!
Help yourself to the pizza, there's a big... horde."

...

"Of. It."

Mikey wasn't always the best at rhyming.

"Pizza, dudette, party hard!
I'm Cowabunga Carl, here's my card!"

He presented both a box of pizza and a business card. He did birthday parties, after all.

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