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[personal profile] thishouseishaunted
Did anyone at this school actually use the lockers? Or were they purely decorative, there for the ~aesthetic~?

Maybe all of them were portals to secret worlds, but only one of them greedy enough to occasionally eat a passing student.

These were all questions that Mae was not at all bothering to contemplate when locker 327 suddenly burst open and spat her out into a heap on the floor.

"So," she said to no one in particular, without sitting up. "That was horrible."

She was basically never going to get that music out of her head.

[SHE LIVES! Open!]
[identity profile] saveonpostage.livejournal.com
The locker door opened and dropped out a bedraggled, angry hag of a woman in a lab coat and a frankly fabulous hat.

"Why do we even have that lever?" she demanded to the air as she ripped off her goggles.

She glanced around the hallway. "And where am I?"

Yzma was back, and abusing the heck out italics. Look out, everyone.

[OOC: Open to anyone else wanting to come in through the locker, or hapless folks wandering around...]
[identity profile] once-a-traitor.livejournal.com
When Locker 327 decided to be odd and not just another locker (that had survived an alien attack), things and people were often sucked in, but only let out when the locker was good and ready.

On rare occasions, such as this one, Locker 327 found itself containing an occupant who was putting up a fight. On this particular occasion, Locker 327 was finding itself on the losing end of the fight.

The noises coming from the locker suggested there was a quarrelsome rhinoceros, a big, ugly, hairy yak wearing some wax lips and a gopher horde inside. Some rattling and shouting later and Edmund Pevensie emerged, covered in soot and carrying a can of gopher repellent. He slammed the locker door shut and backed away, wagging a finger at the locker. "I've had it with this place getting me lost or sucking me in or locking me in a room when something big is going on. Not this time. I'm putting my foot down. Understood?"

The locker swung open and spat out his notebook, which was now covered in rhino spit and yak hair, before slamming shut again. "Good then." Edmund snatched up his notebook and grimaced at it before hurrying out into the fog.

[OOC: For those out and about at this fine hour.]
[identity profile] fh-anonymous.livejournal.com
The locker isn't as quiet today. Periodically, the door would burst open and loud cheering and possibly singing could be heard coming from inside. Once, a souvenir ball marked 'FIFA' bounced out. If anyone tried to approach, however, the door would slam shut and go silent.

[[OOC: Same as yesterday; only for those who have contacted me please.]]
[identity profile] fh-anonymous.livejournal.com
The locker was quiet today as it had been for quite some time. Maybe it was hibernating or possibly storing up its energy for something big. It was impossible to say.

[[OOC: Only for those who have contacted me about coming to the locker today please.]]
[identity profile] fh-anonymous.livejournal.com
Nadia was walking down the hall before workshops started, intent on finding Professor/Dean Tick and asking him about submissions for the art fair. She was considering putting in one of her pictures of Pip- as-a-gosling.

It had been so long since she'd heard anything odd about locker 327 that she didn't even think about trying to avoid it. It flew open as she passed, and a sudden wind knocked her on her butt and she went sliding in with little more than an "Eep!"

The locker slammed shut again, and the hallway was quiet.

[ooc: The mun is beaching it until Friday, so Nadia will get spit back out either Friday night or Saturday morning.]

Outside Locker 327

Saturday, January 21st, 2006 03:33 pm
[identity profile] charlieeppes.livejournal.com
The blackboards remained in place from last week. Charlie looked around in satisfaction. He'd brought a thermos of coffee, and was honestly intending to break for brunch at some point. Really.


mainly for Chloe, Broots and CJ. And the locker, of course.
[identity profile] charlieeppes.livejournal.com
Charlie was quite excited about this, finally starting the mapping out of the locker. He'd brought his file, which had Angel's account, Zero's account, his notes thus far, and, randomly, a shopping list. He had a thermos of coffee, muffins and apples. He had two notebooks, five pens, a box of unused chalk, and in a moment, he would have a blackboard!

He was ready.



ooc: The locker WILL look just like an ordinary, closed locker unless I or the locker say otherwise. This is mainly open to my locker-fodder kind helpers: Kawalsky, Angel, Chloe, Logan, Vala, Callisto and Angela. And my detention student because I hate Tick, omg, Walter, but all of you are welcome to pass by and stare at the crazies.
[identity profile] walter-n-wires.livejournal.com
Walter was probably pushing his luck after his meeting with Agent Principal earlier in the day. Particularly since Principal Smith had given Walter permission to keep his "tools."

But, the locker was there, the challenge was there, the curiosity was there, and his new partner-in-crime, Pippi Longstockings was there.

Standing on the other side of the hall from the locker, Walter looked at it and shrugged. "It doesn't look like much."



[ooc: feel free to watch, but consider this post locked for Walter, Pippi, and the locker.]

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