Entries tagged with roscoe kaan

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Third Floor Common Room - Wednesday Afternoon

After spending the last week stuck as a giant pending message icon, Negasonic didn't feel much like staying in her room. She settled for just wandering down the hallway and flopping on one of the couches instead.

Granted it was just like... five doors away from her room but at least it was a different setting.

For a late lunch, she poured herself a box of Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs and started flipping channels around on TV to find something to watch.

[Open]

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Around The Dorm Hallways, Monday Afternoon

With just two days left until the student election, Roscoe had splurged a little bit today. The point of politics was buying the results, right?

Honestly, it was embarrassing. But he was proud of what he'd come up with.

Which was: boxes upon boxes of brightly colored cupcakes with "VOTE FOR ROSCOE" written on them that he was dropping off in all the common rooms. Nothing spoke to the voters like free baked goods, right?

And just in case people weren't into gluten or didn't get out to the common rooms or were interested in the issues, he also had glittery notes that he was sliding under people's doors with the following message:

do you like parties with the good booze and playlists without the spotify ads? also, good booze?

vote for Roscoe in the student council race. xo

[[so open for reactions & interactions!]]

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FIRE DRILL!, Outside the Dorms, Friday Night into Saturday

It started around midnight. Big, purple globs of grape jello, raining down from the sky. Jello drenched the bricks, the emo garden up on the roof, and every window that happened to be on the wrong end of the wind.

An hour later, the dorm sirens began blaring.

By then, the lawn was already coated in a thin layer of jello, and it did not look like the weather had any intention of letting up.

[[ FIRE DRILL! open to all students! ]]

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Fifth Floor Common Room, Tuesday Morning

After the picnic on Saturday and a rather eventful night in Baltimore last night (it was so good to be back next to a real city again), Roscoe needed to veg out today.

Obviously that meant pop music, a milkshake from Mooby Land, and painting his nails in the common room. Why, what did a hangover mean for you?

He had a whole wicker basket full of different nail polish colors, because he was expecting that people might come in and join him and he was more than willing to share. His nails were getting painted a sparkly pink color, and he was starting with his right hand because things could only improve once he got around to the left.

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Fifth Floor Common Room, Thursday Morning

Sometimes, having a mom who occasionally remembered to try to buy Roscoe's love was kind of sad and weird. Other times, it was really nice.

Today was the second kind of day, because Roscoe opened up a package that had arrived in his mailbox the day before and found a sleek white hoverboard bundled up in wrapping and packing peanuts.

Fuck yeah.

So, since it was gross weather outside and he wasn't about to try this thing on the stairs anyway, he figured he'd test it out by gliding into the common room. There was some minor cursing on the way there, and then some major cursing when he tried to navigate the doorway, but he was starting to get the hang of balancing his weight to move by the time he tried gliding in circles around the furniture.

The next step was obviously videoing himself doing this, but he wasn't feeling that bold yet.

[[open like a common room!]]

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Dorm Gym, Tuesday Afternoon

Having legs again - and not the weird, unbendy pony kind - was a cause for celebration. Roscoe was a physical guy. He liked his body the way it was, and that meant bipedal and tail-free.

So he was readjusting to his human shape by running some shooting drills off the gym's basketball hoop, his phone blasting the first Spotify playlist he could find that wasn't all chirpy pop. It wasn't quite the same as playing one-on-one with his dad (a once-every-few-Sundays ritual he missed more than he was comfortable with, thank you), but it was enough to break a sweat and get back in the groove of running like a person.

[[i'm having a terrible morning! distract me!]]

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Fifth Floor Common Room, Friday Morning

If there had ever been an angry pony in history, Roscoe was it.

And the reason why he was so angry was very serious: the chocolate rain had ruined his iPhone.

So. Now here he was, an uncoordinated pony with his hooves up on the counter, doing his very best to get his phone in a bowl of rice as fast as possible even though he suspected the damage was already done. Hell, he didn't even know if rice worked for chocolate milk the same way it did for water damage. But it was worth a shot.

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Fifth Floor Common Room, Tuesday Afternoon

So. Roscoe had been a bunny for two weeks. Apparently that was something that happened.

He was back now, and really famished for anything other than carrots and lettuce. So he did what anyone in his situation would do, and ordered in some burgers from the fast-food place in town. He wasn't sure if they did delivery as a rule, but he used his extra-sweet voice on the phone and thirty minutes later a guy appeared with two gigantic bags of food. Roscoe flashed him a grateful smile and a forty percent tip. Flirting was another thing he had missed while in bunny form.

Now he was chilling on the couch, playing old video games and stuffing his face with burgers and fries. Enjoying the finer parts of being a human being, you know?

[[open like a common room!]]

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Fifth Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning

It was really a shame that no one had ever taught Roscoe to cook. He had been raised to believe that take-out was the most practical and delicious choice, so at fifteen, he now found that anything more complicated than a sandwich was out of his depth.

To his credit, he tried. Today his experiment du jour was simply an attempt at scrambled eggs. And twenty minutes and lots of dirty dishes later, he was sitting on the couch eating cold pizza he had found in the fridge. So... you could pretty much guess how that had gone.

Pizza was better anyway.