Second Floor Common Room, Saturday morning

[monkeymonkeydie.livejournal.com]

There was a pitching booth set up in the common room this morning. More or less. A couple of tables had been dragged into a corner, there were pyramids of canned vegetables set up for people to knock down, and there were a bunch of oranges in a bowl (do you know how hard it is to scavenge up baseballs on short notice?) next to a sign that read "HiT A tARGiT WiN A PRiSe".

The box labeled "pRYZeS" was shut, with Bucky standing on top. What was in it? It was a mystery!

"Step right up, ladies and gentlemen, and try out your aim! How good can you throw?! Win stuff! ...C'mon, dumbasses, what's taking you so long?"


[No, Bucky has no new powers this weekend. You should all be thankful for that. Enjoy the common room!]

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[monkeymonkeydie.livejournal.com]

Bucky stared at her in slack-jawed disbelief. Was she really turning his OWN SCHEME against him? He took too long to dodge the orange this time and ended up being hit in the side of the head. "HEY! OW!!! You're not allowed to do that!!!"

[thatwasafreebie.livejournal.com]

"Really?" Maeby asked. "I don't see a sign. Just an idiot who makes for a really good target."

There were loads of oranges here. They could do this all day.

[monkeymonkeydie.livejournal.com]

"That's it! You're not allowed to be here anymore! I'm throwing you out of --"

The next orange caught Bucky square in the stomach, and he fell to the ground. Guess what? Cats don't always land on their feet.

"I hate you."

[thatwasafreebie.livejournal.com]

"Do I win a prize?" Maeby asked. "I hit a target."

[monkeymonkeydie.livejournal.com]

Bucky growled and threw the orange back at her. "NO! You don't win a prize! You don't win anything! If you go away, you win me not clawing your face off!"