4th Floor Hallway, Thursday Night
Freddie sometimes should not be left to his own devices.
With the combined power of garbage bags, duct tape, and industrial sized bottles of, erm, personal lubricant (hey, he was the iCarly technical producer, this was not his first time needing that sort of thing), the entire hallway was now a giant slip-n-slide.
Some mattresses on either end made sure no one would end up dying.
For now, though, he was just going to be in his swim trunks and penguin sliding up and down the hallway. Because he could.
"Pantalones!" he cried, because that's how Freddie Benson rolled.
[ooc: Open to anyone still in the dorms! Chaos cleared with the admins.]
With the combined power of garbage bags, duct tape, and industrial sized bottles of, erm, personal lubricant (hey, he was the iCarly technical producer, this was not his first time needing that sort of thing), the entire hallway was now a giant slip-n-slide.
Some mattresses on either end made sure no one would end up dying.
For now, though, he was just going to be in his swim trunks and penguin sliding up and down the hallway. Because he could.
"Pantalones!" he cried, because that's how Freddie Benson rolled.
[ooc: Open to anyone still in the dorms! Chaos cleared with the admins.]