Fifth Floor Common Room, Wednesday evening

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Bruce was just planning on spending some time in the common room reading now that his books were back to normal. The second he stepped into the room, a tiny arrow hit the floor by his feet. Then another flew a good eight inches above his head.

Bruce noticed the arrows were coming from a small cherubic creature across the room. "Shoo," Bruce said, half expecting it to be a gremlin in a horrifyingly accurate costume. The mini-cupid shot another arrow that went nowhere near Bruce. So Bruce whipped his book just past the cupid's head to put the fear of himself into it. The cupid scurried off as Bruce retrieved his book.

He didn't give it much more thought as he settled in to read about the history of cricket. But it was still out there somewhere. Lurking. Waiting to shoot someone with an arrow, only it wasn't as deadly as that might sound. Dun dun duuuuuun.

[OOC: I'm taking a road trip to Wisconsin tomorrow to measure a restaurant and hopefully be back at a semi-reasonable time. I need entertainment now to make up for the upcoming boring drive up and back. Please help me.]

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Ariel poked her head into the common room, hoping she'd find Bruce in there, and, since she did, she could burst on in with bouncing excitement.

"Bruce! Bruce! Guess what, guess what!"

He could probably easily guess it had something to do with the box behind her back, which she tried to hide, but couldn't do a very good job of, what with the bouncing and the fact that the box was bigger than her impossible waist.

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Cara was bored, and since a bored Mord'Sith was no one's friend made her way up to the common room in hopes of finding something to distract herself with.

"Bruce," she said with a nod, settling down on a couch.