http://willbethenight.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] willbethenight.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2010-11-16 08:27 pm

Fifth Floor Common Room, Tuesday evening

Bruce could be out of his room without feeling the need to find a more private place with the first person he saw. It was a good feeling. A good enough feeling that Bruce was willing to actually risk messing with the television in the common room again. But first? Threats.

"If you act up on me, I will end you," Bruce whispered while kneeling in front of the set. "There's a window right there. I will throw you out of it. You will be destroyed. And then I'll buy a new TV for the floor. I can afford something that will make you look like you're a black and white set. Nobody will miss you. So behave, or you'll force me to prove that I'm serious."

Bruce settled into a seat on the sofa and turned on PBS. It worked just fine. "I'm glad we could come to this arrangement," Bruce said with a bit of a smirk.

Good job badgering the inanimate object into working, Bruce.

[OOC: Much like the writing utensil I use exclusively for writing the third vowel, this post is open.]

[identity profile] shes-got-legs.livejournal.com 2010-11-17 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
Ariel took a second to think of an answer that didn't involve the word wet.

"Very lavish," she decided with a nod. "He does have a reputation to uphold, after all, and it's usually a chance for Sebastian, that's our, quote, royal court composer, to showcase some of his music. There's a lot of hanging around and mingling and attempting to leave good impressions on people, which usually means being told not to do a long list of things, so I usually end up ducking out halfway through and going treasure hunting instead, which works as long as I get back in time before Daddy notices anything amiss."

And if she sounded excited for a good old fashioned treasure hunt this weekend, well, that's because she really, really was.

[identity profile] shes-got-legs.livejournal.com 2010-11-17 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
"I just hope I haven't gotten rusty," Ariel admitted with a grin.

[identity profile] shes-got-legs.livejournal.com 2010-11-17 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
"I'll definitely know a lot more about what I find," Ariel allowed. "I can even teach Scuttle a thing or two this time."

[identity profile] shes-got-legs.livejournal.com 2010-11-17 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
"He's, uhh, a..." Ariel may have checked to see if anyone else was paying attention before leaning in a little and whispering, "seagull. Before I came here, he knew more about this world than anyone else I knew..."

And, really, it was kind of nice to just be able to say that, rather than trying to think of ways to cover it up, though she did watch Bruce carefully for any signs of thinking it was just too weird.

[identity profile] shes-got-legs.livejournal.com 2010-11-17 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
And beaches!

And stalking people eating at tables at restaurants with verandas for their french fries.

"He's the one who first told me about dinglehoppers. He's not going to believe me when I tell him they're actually called forks, and they're not at all for personal grooming."

[identity profile] shes-got-legs.livejournal.com 2010-11-17 02:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Ariel shrugged. "They work very well, you know. You just run it through your hair, and if you give it a few twists, you can add some great curls."