http://monkeymonkeydie.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] monkeymonkeydie.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2012-05-28 08:49 pm

Third Floor Common Room, Monday evening

So, the trip to Hell had been a bust. Bucky had spent the whole time strapped to some loser, so he hadn't been able to do anything fun. Or anything clever, or sneaky.

So now he'd had to rip up the big glitter-covered "DEMAN B@BY 4 SALe" sign he'd spent hours making. Maybe he'd get a chance to kidnap one NEXT time they went to Hell. Life sucked.

At least there were other things to distract himself with. For instance, his new invention, the... well, he wasn't sure what it was going to be, just yet. He'd gotten out a toolbox and completely disassembled the common room's blender, and then stapled some of the pieces to a stale fruitcake and tied it all up with string. This was going to change the world, he was sure of it -- he just needed to figure out what it was, first.

(Open common room is open!)

[identity profile] crapatnetball.livejournal.com 2012-05-29 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
"...Oh great, it's the crazy cat," Thelma remarked on her way into the common room. "Hello, crazy cat."

It did not even occur to her that talking to cats was normally rather crazy behavior in the first place.

[identity profile] crapatnetball.livejournal.com 2012-05-29 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
"It's because I come from the greeeeeat beyooooond," she said affecting her spookiest voice for a moment. It wasn't very spooky at all.

And then she walked over and handed him the wrench he'd asked for.

[identity profile] crapatnetball.livejournal.com 2012-05-29 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
"You completely missed the part in class where I introduced myself as dead, didn't you?" Thelma said, not impressed with the kitty wrench waving at all. But she still had a smile on her face.

[identity profile] crapatnetball.livejournal.com 2012-05-29 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
"The introduction or the dying?" Thelma asked, innocent look on her face. "One was more recent than the other."

[identity profile] crapatnetball.livejournal.com 2012-05-29 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm making perfect sense. I introduced myself in the first class of Diversity," Thelma said. "Where I pointed out I was a ghost. As I died over a year ago. There. Sense."

[identity profile] crapatnetball.livejournal.com 2012-05-29 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm not a menace at all, really," she said. "Also... what the hell, giant marshmallow? And you say I don't make sense. What was that?"

[identity profile] crapatnetball.livejournal.com 2012-05-29 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
"Ohhhh, that movie," Thelma said. "You mean the one where there's a spectacularly pretty and under appreciated secretary who deserves a lot more credit." She chuckled.

"But no, not that kind of ghost, really."

[identity profile] crapatnetball.livejournal.com 2012-05-29 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
"Well it's not entirely normal," Thelma pointed out. "But being spooky is not really that interesting or fun. It gets a bit tiring after a bit, actually."

[identity profile] crapatnetball.livejournal.com 2012-05-29 04:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"What are you building, any way?" Thelma asked, not fussed at all at the crazy cat's accusations. "Usually cats just sit around and wait to be fed. You're much more active than I expected."