Fandom High Dormitories

Jan had just wanted to stretch his legs, so he'd gone for a gallop. He'd been innocently minding his own business when he'd been struck by a whirling flurry of rocks.

It had seemed to chase after him as he'd bolted across the grounds, and no matter how he'd dodged and ducked, he hadn't been able to avoid them. As it turned out, he would have been better off simply holding still until it had passed.

Why?

Because his wild gyrations had ensured that, instead of being a single solid colour, he was liberally splashed with colours of all kinds.

Rainbow unicorn.

He bolted into the lobby to get away from it, and was now standing at the doors, staring out at the suddenly clear skies, and making disgusted faces at his reflection.

[Open, yup.]

After leaving the clinic, neatly stitched but still in a fair amount of pain, Jan made his way back to the dorms.

The smart thing to do would have been to sleep in the lobby. Yet, here Jan was, struggling up the stairs. Normally, it would take him a minute, maybe two, to leap up each set of stairs to the third floor. Tonight, he was taking them one limping step at a time.

He was going to be here for awhile.

[ooc: open, sure, and that answers the question of how Jan usually handles the stairs!]

Jan was exploring the deck area, picking his way delicately between the chairs and the tables to sniff at the gas barbecues. He flattened his ears, because they smelled wrong, shook his head, and headed out onto the grassy area.

When he spotted the horseshoes (not that he knew what they were), he trotted over, sniffed them, then carefully picked one up in his teeth.

After a few minutes, he was amusing himself by tossing them at the upright stick, trying to see if he could get them to land on it.

[ooc: So open, yes. Unicorn playing horseshoes. I couldn't resist.]

Jan was hungry. Yes, there was grass downstairs, but what he really wanted was some more of those delicious, delicious oats.

He could get the cupboards open with his teeth, but his horn made it difficult to poke through them. This was how he managed to knock a bag of flour, which bounced off his head and onto his withers, even as he tried to duck out of the way.

It didn't do a lot of damage, but it did leave him with a white stripe from his ears to the base of his tail. Normally, this wouldn't be anything but irritating. Today...

"Bewdiful," came the slurred voice. Jan looked down to see a striped rat with a puffy tail staring up at him out of unfocussed eyes. "Loves you. Niscehst, nischest girl I've ever seen."

It grabbed Jan's hoof and started kissing it while Jan stared in utter horror. "Kindly let go of me," he muttered, knowing it would be wrong to kick the thing out a window when it could talk, and not sure how to extricate himself without hurting it.

"Nah, nah, nah I loves you." It was slobbering on his foot and it stunk (like a brewery, not that Jan knew it). "You 'n me, gonna make bewdiful music together."

"Help?" Jan ventured, entirely at a loss.