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4th Floor Common Room, Wednesday Afternoon

In the fourth floor common room, ~~Gwynn~~ Baby Plucky Duck was having the time of his wee little feathered life.

He kept running back and forth between the couch and the sink and bouncing around as he explained to everybody very loudly what was going on in his world.

It was probably a good thing that you just don't ask where all of the green feathers came from...

[[OOC: Open as common rooms are. Come play with the huntress who thinks she's an adorable green baby duck.]]

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Plucky had a remote control in his hand and was running from along the top of the couch, to the arm, to the cushions and then to the floor.

"Elelator go dooooooown!"

Then, gleefully, he'd turn around and go the opposite way.

"Elelator go uuuuuuuuup!"

He would push the buttons on the remote control and wave it at people. "I push the button. Not your turn! My turn!"

That didn't explain why he would ever so often perch on the back of the couch and screech. "No, I'm skeered!"

He might have been scared of the pile of money that stared at him. Sure, he might only be a kid, but it was never too soon to inform people of what they could be saving with Geico.

Because it was a lot.

"Oooh... the money has eeeeeyyyyyyeees!" Plucky started bouncing up and down. "Funny money! Funny money! Waaaaaaant the funny money!"

Yes the money did have eyes. All the better to stare at him with. C'mon kid, it was easy to save money with Geico...

This... excited Plucky Duck. He knew that mommy and daddy bought things with money. But their money didn't have eyes. This money was better.

"My money. Not your money! My money!" He waved the remote at the pile of money. "I push the button. My turn, not your turn!"

He was a baby duck, what did you expect?

The money... didn't object to button pushing. As long as he switched to Geico. It could be persuasive. Very persuasive.

Plucky Duck had no idea who or what Geico was. What he did know was that there was money with eyes in his elelator and he wanted both to be his.

He poked at the money.

"My elelator. Not your elelator. My elelator. My funny money."

Share was quite possibly not a word that Plucky had learned yet.

The money was his only if he switched to Geico. All that money could buy enough toys with buttons all over them.

They might even make annoying noises!

Plucky Duck would switch to whatever he had to switch to in order to have the funny money with the eyes...

...as was evidenced by Plucky reaching to try to pick up the money.

But it was only there to help! Nooo! He hadn't signed with Geico yet!

"Mine! Mine! Mine!" Baby Plucky Duck yelled, trying to pick up the money again. "My funny money! MINE!"

[[OOC: We can just say that for some reason Plucky can't get ahold of the money? :D ]]

But what about Geico?! Did no one here care about all this money?!

[[*snerk* As long as Teddy isn't ripped up, GO FOR IT]]

Plucky Duck wanted the money. He wanted it a lot. He could carry it around and make people give him things like they did Mommy and Daddy. He started pushing buttons on the remote control to show the money who was boss. As he did this, he ran along the back of the couch, down to the arm, then to the cushions, then to the floor.

All the time shrieking "Elelator go doooooooown."

Behind him, the TV kept wildly flipping channels with each button he pushed.

"Money no push the button. I push the button. Not your turn. MY TURN!"

He tried to get the money again.

[[OOC: Now I have this image of Gwynn trying to lift Teddy]]

The money was now confused. How could this child not want to switch to Geico? He could save a fortune on his insurance! Isn't that what all kids care about?!

[[Heeee. Feel free! He's actually a pile of money thanks to shapeshifting.]]

Re: The Couch

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Re: The Couch

notthehulk.livejournal.com - 2009-04-08 23:51 (UTC) - Expand

Cal was just stepping in to get something to eat before rehearsal.

But it was kind of hard not to notice something like that.

Cal paused at the door, eying the girl running back and forth and up and down, and debated whether it was worth risking an attempt to get to the fridge. He reminded himself about all the gremlin bites, but, still...

"The elelator go down the hooooooole," Plucky supplied helpfully as he waved the remote control at the new person. "And I want to push the buttons."

And there he went, pushing every single button on the remote as he bounced on the couch.

"What elevator?" asked Cal.

Because Cal was a jerk.

Plucky bounced up and down on the couch cushions and looked at Cal as if he was stupid. "THIS elelator. My elelator."

And Cal returned the look right back.

"That's a couch."

Hey, he didn't think he recognized this girl, so it wasn't like he'd have to worry about the results once she turned back to normal, but she'd still probably feel like an idiot for insisting the couch was an elelator.

Oh, the cruel, evil side of Cal loved this week.

Plucky Duck bounced some more and shook his wee feathered wings at Cal. "MY E-LE-LA-TOR!"

Gwynn was going to hate Cal so much if she ever saw him again. She would also hope that the Gremlins got him, too.

"COUUUUUCH," Cal pronounced slowly, so that the girl could keep up. "Couch. Come on. You can say it right. That's not an elevator."

Yeah, Cal was making absolutely no friends this week. At all.

Plucky glared at him. Obviously the man did not know who he was dealing with. He must be used to dealing with an inferior sort of duck, something Plucky Duck obviously was not.

"Mine!" He shrieked, waving his wings and the remote control. "Mine mine mine!" Then he pointed at Cal. "You coooooouch."

He laughed like it was the funniest thing he'd ever heard.

And, despite himself, Cal couldn't help thinking that was incredibly adorable.

It was easier for him to admit it since it was coming from a cute girl. If it was coming from a little green duck, he'd still think it was cute, but he wouldn't so readily admit to it.

"Nooooo," Cal said, "You're a cooooooouch."

And again Plucky laughed like Cal was telling the best jokes ever. He perched on the top of the "elelator" and pointed again.

"You biggggggeeeeer! You a cooooooouch."

He really kind of liked that word.

"If I'm a cooooouch," Cal argued lightly, fighting against the urge to laugh, because, seriously, this was insanely cute now with all that laughing and any cute girl laughing at you like that (even if she did think she was a green duck toddler) made his mutated XY chromosome roar with pride, "then you're an elelator."

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