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fandomhighdorms2015-12-01 12:23 pm
bestatmystery) wrote in fandomhighdorms2015-12-01 12:23 pm
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5th floor common room, Tuesday afternoon
Lottie wandered into the common room in her ratman pjs, hair poofed out sideways, eyes still more than half closed. It was too early. It was barely afternoon. But she'd woken up with her stomach growling, so now here she was, in search of delicious breakfast foods.
She opened the pantry and blinked at the plate of cheerful, aromatic holiday cookies sitting on the shelf. "I was hopin for sausages," she told Pepper, who'd trotted into the room after her. "But I suppose cookies will do me in a pinch."
Pepper barked.
"Yes," Lottie agreed seriously. "We will need milk as well."
She opened the fridge, only to find another plate of cookies. And another in the cupboard next to the fridge. And another in the next cupboard over. And another, to her dawning horror, behind every single door she opened in the common room. (And another in the hallway when she'd opened her dorm room door, but she'd managed to walk right over that one without noticing.)
"It's the fat banshee!" She slammed the last cupboard shut and threw herself dramatically onto the common room couch, pulling a throw blanket over her shoulders and peering suspiciously at all the doors in the room. "The fat banshee's found me!"
Pepper yipped at her, then hopped up onto the couch, turned around three times on the cushion next to her, and settled in for a nap.
"Fat banshee."
[yay fandom advent! Open.]
She opened the pantry and blinked at the plate of cheerful, aromatic holiday cookies sitting on the shelf. "I was hopin for sausages," she told Pepper, who'd trotted into the room after her. "But I suppose cookies will do me in a pinch."
Pepper barked.
"Yes," Lottie agreed seriously. "We will need milk as well."
She opened the fridge, only to find another plate of cookies. And another in the cupboard next to the fridge. And another in the next cupboard over. And another, to her dawning horror, behind every single door she opened in the common room. (And another in the hallway when she'd opened her dorm room door, but she'd managed to walk right over that one without noticing.)
"It's the fat banshee!" She slammed the last cupboard shut and threw herself dramatically onto the common room couch, pulling a throw blanket over her shoulders and peering suspiciously at all the doors in the room. "The fat banshee's found me!"
Pepper yipped at her, then hopped up onto the couch, turned around three times on the cushion next to her, and settled in for a nap.
"Fat banshee."
[yay fandom advent! Open.]
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But he stopped cold as he entered and heard the word "Banshee."
"Wait. What?" he called out to his roomie. "We have a banshee?"
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Also, she'd made it up wholesale. But that was totally an unimportant detail.
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Then his eyes widened.
"Unless the banshee wants us all..."
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Again, totally made up.
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Putting his camera on the counter, he instead reached into his backpack to pull out his handy dandy journal to take notes.
"Okay. This isn't the first time I've run into a ghost but they usually run from category one to category ten. Considering the walls aren't bleeding and the banshee is feeding us cookies instead of killing us, I'm probably going to rate this guy as a one or a two."
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He shivered a bit.
"I never want to turn into a tree again."
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