Crackplot: Anything Goes?

[notwocouches]

If anyone's noticed, someone's been tampering with the calendars. Time's always been iffy, hereabouts, but today (the term, at this rate, being relative) it's even more out-of-synch than usual. Whoever did this, he's pleased with himself

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[hewer_of_caves]

Finrod is no longer a fair and noble Elflord. Instead, he's very human, around 18 years old, and a senior in highschool. He's got his nose in a book, some things never change, but in this case it's a dog-eared and scribbled over copy of Hamlet and his lips move silently as he tries to get one of the monologues to stick in his memory. He drops into one of the desks, too absorbed to notice anything odd.

[tolkien_blond]

And his little brother's rather littler than usual-- goodbye, bouncy elflord; hello, hyper freshman! He's breezing in with a bookbag slung over one shoulder and a skateboard tucked under his arm, and then stopping short. "Hey, this isn't my class..." And then he sees his brother, and grins. "And it's not the library either, so what're you doing here?"

[hewer_of_caves]

He tosses a bit of crumpled paper at his brother without looking up. "Trying to memorize some of this for rehearsal, what's it look like?" He shoves another bit of paper in his book to hold his place and looks up with a teasing grin. "Did you get lost?"

[tolkien_blond]

He totally would catch it, but as his hands are full, he has to duck aside, laughing. "I did not. ...Not really. Only a little." In his defense, he had realised he was lost until just now.

[hewer_of_caves]

"You didn't realize until you walked in here that you were going down the completely wrong hallway? I thought you knew the building better than that by now." He snickers, then gestures to the skateboard. "Shouldn't you have left that in your locker, or something?"

[tolkien_blond]

"Yeah, so did I." He looks down at his board and sets it against a desk, before hopping up onto another one. "How's rehearsal?"

[hewer_of_caves]

"It's going pretty well, it's just a lot to memorize. The dueling is fun, though." He grins and mimes dueling with an imaginary rapier.

[tolkien_blond]

Angy-- Andy? actually thinks it's really cool that his big brother got the lead part in the play, but there's no denying it-- swordfights are even cooler. He laughs. "I'd help you practice that bit!"

[hewer_of_caves]

Finrod (Fred unless there's a better suggestion?) laughs too and leans back in his seat. "You'd need a sword. And you'd have to learn the fights."

[tolkien_blond]

"You could teach me!" Let it never be said that he's not eager to learn new things. Especially when they're fun.

[hewer_of_caves]

He grins, always amused by his little brother. "Alright, if you find something to use as swords, I'll teach you some of the final duel after rehearsal tonight."

[tolkien_blond]

He practically beams. "I'll find something." But then he catches sight of the clock on the wall. "--Oh crap, is that the real time? I'm so late." He slides off the desk and starts gathering his stuff.

[hewer_of_caves]

He chuckles and reopens his book. "Better run! At least you don't have Tevil. I wouldn't want to be late to one of his classes." He pulls his finger across his throat in a demonstration of why not.

[tolkien_blond]

Andy grimaces, falling dramatically against the doorframe. "Oh god, he'd flay me alive." He straightens, grins, and runs off. "See you after class!"

...He may or may not be making use of his skateboard to get there faster.

[hewer_of_caves]

"And that's if you're lucky!" He grins and waves. "See you later!" He rolls his eyes when he hears the skateboard and hopes that Andy doesn't run into Tevil on that thing, he wouldn't want to be the one who has to explain to his parents why his little brother came home in a sandwich bag.