Fandom High Dormitories

Jamie woke up this morning feeling more hungry than usual. Almost ravenous.

And he wanted pancakes. And Pie. But he also didn't want to wait to go to down or go out for ingredients so he used what he had on hand.

Which is why a certain (and now almost empty) bag of flour was used that had a certain teacher's signature on it.

Not that Jamie cared of course, because now there were pancakes and pecan pie. Lots of them. And because he wanted to eat them as soon as they were made there were six Jamies eating the pie and pancakes as soon as they were ready.

With a disturbing lack of table manners.

Jamie had the required gear all set up on the roof but was double checking everything to make sure it would safe for him and his little sib... or anyone else who decided to show up.

After all rappelling down the dorms wasn't an everyday occurrence.

[For the little Sib and anyone else who wants to rappel down the dorm walls on a cold day.

ETA: Now with extra OCD! Please ping into the roof thread if you wish to join in! (Which I probably should have done before this but we will not speak of this. Hush!)]

It's starts off as a small cry in a classroom. It then begins to grow in size. Both in volume of sound and numbers until out of the school and onto the campus there is a herd of shirtless Jamie Madroxes running about aimlessly but with purpose.

"YOU CAN TAKE AWAY OUR SNICKERDOODLES!" They all shout, "BUT YOU WILL NEVER TAKE AWAY... OUR FREEDOM!"

Yeah. He's not making a lot of sense.

[Because it's cold. Because it's snowing and because I want to. Join in! For Freedom! For Justice! Or just mock. That's good too.]

Evil!Jamie aka "Skippy" stood at the edge of the roof, his overcoat billowing dramatically in the breeze.

In one short weekend he had destroyed his brother's life, love life and finances in one fell swoop.

Plus he managed to get some action from Jamie's former lover.

As far he was concerned it was the best weekend ever.

All of which he summarized in a long monologue to a potted plant that was next to him.

[For one... sort of.]

It had been a while since Jamie had been on the roof. Or feeling a little e-mail.

However after finding a certain letter when he got back from work it seemed like a necessary trip to make.

He wasn't doing much. Just sitting. There was a pad of paper and pen next to him but it was just sitting there.

Because really that's what the roof is for.

Jamie didn't expect it. One moment he was thinking about getting a cheesecake, the next thought was about it exploding then getting his hair dyed purple and suddenly Jamie was feeling a strong mixture of nostalgia and homesickness.

Which is why anyone coming by the Sirius Campfire ring will notice several dupes putting up a sign which read:

STICKBUG II

The next thing they would notice would be that Jamie had the dupes wearing shirts with different names and all of them looking slightly different from one another.

For instance there was the guy wearing a t-shirt that said "Greg" on it and for some reason he appeared to be wearing a dead weasel on his head. (Not a real dead weasel but the hair itself certainly looked like one). Then there was the duplicate wearing a shirt that said "Cam" on it which had "Air Force or Bust!" written on the back. Right next to him was "John" who had the same shirt except there was a pillow stuffed underneath it so it looked like he had a pudgier stomach than "Cam" and on the back of his shirt it read "I <3 Aeryn Sun!" Then there were two Jamies who both had "Peter" written on their shirts but they were easy to differentiate because One Peter was drinking tea while trying to act out meta for Monty Python sketches and the other "Peter" kept trying to climb the wall and falling down while shouting how he can catch crooks like flies. Or something.

And finally there was the Jamie wearing a sailor's captain's hat and the word "Skipper" written on his shirt looking at the sign with pride. "Looks good LB!" Skipper!Jamie shouted out.

And Jamie... the last stickbug standing, wiped away a small tear of pride.

"That it does, Skipper. That it does."

[Yes. It is open. Sirius members can easily remove the sign if they so wish.]

Before the crack of Dawn the campfire are of the Centaurus cabin was invaded by certain herd of Madrox duplicates. In what could be considered a well coordinated attack of... decorations, the duplicates set to work. There were pink streamers, pink balloons, pink cupcakes and in the center of it a box of chocolates, Carnations and a giant pink teddy bear that had a big tag on it which read "For Temari".

Oh. And glitter. Pink Glitter. Freaking everywhere.

Their mission complete, the Madroxes disappeared into the night as the dawn's first light began to shine... and reflect off of all that glitter.

[Yes, Open. However, Jamie is not available for interaction]

Jamie was sitting on the couch writing out a list of names of people he knew that might be able to help him on his little personal mission. There was also coffee from the Perk and multiple pastries from JGOB available for anyone who might be interested.

[open]

A small puppet stage had been set up and to the side was a sign that said:

Multiple Madrox Productions is proud to present:

Casa: The cranky Doctor who has a cane

A puppet show

( May be inappropriate for children )

Luckily for all the little tots watching the puppet show there are plenty of sugary treats for them to partake as they hopefully misunderstand everything that just went on.

[ooc: small ocd is coming up!]

Jamie is currently sitting with himself and himself arguing over which version of "Galaxy Quest" is better.

"Classic!"

"New Adventures!"

"I prefer Lightning Bug."

"You're just obsessed with anything Joss."

"No, it's because Galaxy Quest sucks."

And any minute now they could come to blows.

[ooc: open]

The tv was tuned into the worst infomercials available and Jamie was parked on the sofa eating his third bowl of Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs.

Quite frankly Ronco products looked a lot better when you're hyped up on sugar.

[open of course]