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fandomhighdorms2009-05-05 05:23 pm
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Behind the Dorms, Tuesday Afternoon
When Arthur arrived at the usual spot behind the dorms (somewhat reluctantly, as he didn't feel much like dealing with Leto after yesterday's little disaster) he found it a little... crowded.
There were tiny people there. Very tiny people. And they were making an awful lot of noise.
He stared at it for a few minutes. Only then did he snap out of it. "Listen," he started, awkwardly. "This situation is utterly ridiculous."
There was a pregnant pause.
Then there was more music.
Arthur had to reopen one ear with his finger just to be able to hear anything. "I want you to let anyone who passes by know that there won't be a meeting this week. We'll be reconvening at the Rocky Bits the next, when the island isn't completely insane, and we'll have some new blood."
Pause. They all considered him.
"Not as completely insane as it is right now," he amended.
One of them gave him the thumbs up.
"...Thank you for your help," he said, facepalmed, and turned to walk away. He had more strategizing to do, anyway. He'd find a way to go about this particular duty without losing his mind.
The hat could go, too.
[[ mostly establishing, but it's an open behind-the-dorms so feel free to have at it. or the mariachi. arthur's gone, though! ]]
There were tiny people there. Very tiny people. And they were making an awful lot of noise.
He stared at it for a few minutes. Only then did he snap out of it. "Listen," he started, awkwardly. "This situation is utterly ridiculous."
There was a pregnant pause.
Then there was more music.
Arthur had to reopen one ear with his finger just to be able to hear anything. "I want you to let anyone who passes by know that there won't be a meeting this week. We'll be reconvening at the Rocky Bits the next, when the island isn't completely insane, and we'll have some new blood."
Pause. They all considered him.
"Not as completely insane as it is right now," he amended.
One of them gave him the thumbs up.
"...Thank you for your help," he said, facepalmed, and turned to walk away. He had more strategizing to do, anyway. He'd find a way to go about this particular duty without losing his mind.
The hat could go, too.
[[ mostly establishing, but it's an open behind-the-dorms so feel free to have at it. or the mariachi. arthur's gone, though! ]]
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The usual crowd wasn't there, unless they had turned into tiny musicians. Not putting this beyond the power of this island, he stopped, frowning.
The tiny musicians played on, cheerfully. Leto's frown deepened. Whoever they were, he was not going to discuss military strategy with them. Was this how a Maker felt when a tribe of Fremen approached?