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fandomhighdorms2009-01-15 03:09 pm
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Fifth Floor Hallway and Downwards, Thursday Morning
The door to 513 creaked open, then slammed shut.
Jeff grabbed for his underwear. Oh god. Oh god. Oh god oh god oh god. "Nudity!" he called out, to no one in particular, "I can't escape it!" His sheer terror seeped down into the carpet below him (at least, he had the idea that it was) and as soon as he stopped being rooted to the ground, he started running.
"Pants!" he cried, "All I've got are pants! I always knew this would happen! It's the Apocalypse! Open your closets!"
And so, he thundered across the hallway, and, after a while, down the stairs. "Closets!"
[ ooopen, of course, for anyone who wants to run into him! ]
Jeff grabbed for his underwear. Oh god. Oh god. Oh god oh god oh god. "Nudity!" he called out, to no one in particular, "I can't escape it!" His sheer terror seeped down into the carpet below him (at least, he had the idea that it was) and as soon as he stopped being rooted to the ground, he started running.
"Pants!" he cried, "All I've got are pants! I always knew this would happen! It's the Apocalypse! Open your closets!"
And so, he thundered across the hallway, and, after a while, down the stairs. "Closets!"
[ ooopen, of course, for anyone who wants to run into him! ]

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"So there should be an orgy?"
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Very, very slowly, his head turned 'round so he could look at Romeo over his shoulder. "Oh, no, Romeo," he said, hushed, "No orgies. There are no orgies in a naked apocalypse. Only dashed dreams."
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"I don't think," he added kindly, as an afterthought, "this is really the apocalypse. Probably."
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"Do you want my shirt?" he asked, thinking that might help, as he started to unbutton it.
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Jeff was very concerned about the state of his clothes, yes.
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The way his face sort of hung implied that it hadn't worked out very well.
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"Probably," he said, meekly.
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Except a lot more eager. "But I can't keep standing around," he continued, "The nudity might get worse."
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