Well, that's done.

[x_magik]

Kitty's going to room with me. No fuss over it, thank the gods.

Who's in our suite? When are we supposed to vacate this room? The public needs to know.

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[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

Oh, yay. I have your room picked out already--er, I mean, you're listed, on the room assignments thing, want help carrying stuff?

I'm moving tonight. Or I would be, only I am now lost in a four-foot drift of packing peanuts.

[x-snowflake.livejournal.com]

Thanks, but I'll just 'port it in, now I know where it's going. Saves everyone heavy lifting. (By the way, why do I have a feeling our room is at a nicely tactical location relative to yours? Is that just my natural suspicion kicking in? Must be.)

Ignoring for the moment the ridiculousness of the term "packing peanuts", want some help with whatever they are? I can probably catch at least some of them in a stepping disk...

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

You're just paranoid. Any tactical locating going on is sheer coincidence.

Packing peanuts are those little styrofoam padding things that get put in boxes to protect the contents during ship--actually, y'know, you might not remember them by that name, but I used to call them "ghost poop" and flick them at you, if that rings any bells.

And yeah, that'd be a big help, could you stick 'em in the dumpster out back? I keep finding new and different things that Doug has rigged to explode, and I'm starting to think my laundry hamper is smirking at me and daring me to open it.

[x-snowflake.livejournal.com]

Right. Sheer coincidence. Uh-huh.

I still don't have the vaguest idea what you're talking about, but I'll be down momentarily, and I'll be sure to put all of it somewhere it won't clutter anyone's living space.

No matter how much they deserve it.

I mean, it is against the rules to use my powers for evil, right? Right.

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

Utter serendipity. Raw chance. The vagaries of probability. I mean, how could I possibly have arranged something like that? I ask you.

Maybe if I actually flick one at you when you show up . . . well, okay, now I'm just making up excuses to throw styrofoam at people. Which is dumb, because who needs an excuse for that?

Would it be evil, or just mischievous? Because mischievous is okay.

[x-snowflake.livejournal.com]

I don't know how you did it, but rest assured that I will find out. If only to rest my paranoid heart at ease.

Great, now there's going to be styrafoam in my hair.

Mischievous, I should think, but considering that often the fact that I breathe is considered evil here by certain people, I'm not going to take a chance. After all, nothing spells "awful creature from beyond" more than whatever it is I do. I don't know, understanding idiot logic is beyond me.

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

Well, if I did it, and I'm not saying I did, bribery may or may not have been involved.

Styrofoam is good for hair. I'm pretty sure. It adds balance, or body, or luster, or something.

See, I haven't actually watched you breathe. Maybe you do it in an evil way. Like, subsonic supervillain laughter on the exhale, or something.

Then again, maybe people are just silly.

[x-snowflake.livejournal.com]

Yeah, now I'm sure you did it. Who did you have to bribe, by the way?

My hair doesn't need balance, body, or lustre. As you can see at no cost to yourself, my hair is perfect the way it is.

It is possible that I breathe in an evil way, I suppose, although you think I'd've noticed by now.

People are people. I hear it's terminal. Sad, really.

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

I'm not saying. But I will point out that my roommate roams almost at will through the school's computer system and could, if he were so inclined, and I'm not saying he was, probably lay hands on the revised blueprints for the new rooms.

Perfect except for all the styrofoam packing peanuts, you mean.

And yeah, y'know, looked at one way, life is 100% fatal. But that's kind of a sucky way to look at it, I think. If I notice you breathing evilly, I'll let you know. :)

[x-snowflake.livejournal.com]

You did it. I can tell. And Doug helped you.

I'm going to be picking styrofoam out of my hair for days, thank you very much. Ugh.

Hey, you're the optimist, not me. I'm entitled to be bitter and pessimistic, plus none of you would know what to do with me if I wasn't. (And see that you do let me know. I'm curious to know what it would sound like.)

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

Drat. My ninja-like verbal evasions have failed me. Woe and . . . more woe, or something.

You're entirely welcome, if you find you've run out I apparently have a metric ton of the stuff. ;)

I think I could probably figure out something to do with you if you weren't. We could go to Disneyland. And visit the Small World ride. And then you'd be all bitter and pessimistic again, because that song is engineered to drive people insane.

Darth Vader, maybe? He breathed evil.

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[x-juggernaut.livejournal.com]

Are you trying to tell me that Ramsey changed my blueprints for nefarious purposes?

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[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

No sir. No changing. Just noting the room arrangements, that's all. Figuring out wall placement and such.

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[x-juggernaut.livejournal.com]

Well now. Seems that your little adventure in wherever did you boys a world of good. Scuttlebutt has it that Ramsey grew a set too.

new suitemate

[x-blink.livejournal.com]

*waves*

I'm there!

[x-jubilee.livejournal.com]

If only because I refuse to lose my two favourite roommates.

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[x-snowflake.livejournal.com]

We love you too, Jubes.

Especially when we don't have to listen to you sleep.

Re: I'm there!

[x-jubilee.livejournal.com]

*grins* Well, maybe I do snore just a little. But actually admitting to it would spoil all the fun of denying that I do.