Hallway Outside Room 314, Thursday Afternoon
A cold, shivering, glittery-slime-covered Conner McKnight, wearing nothing except a broad silver bracelet with a red gem on his left wrist, came dashing through the snow into the dorms and up the stairs to his room after a catastrophic incident with the Squishy machine at All and Sundries.
He hadn't been expecting a 10'x10'x10' cube to come out of the stupid machine, and he definitely hadn't been expecting it to attack him and eat his clothes. Thanks to Jane and Apu he'd managed to get out of it okay, but now he felt like he'd been sunburned all over. While red was his color, he didn't exactly like to wear it like that.
But right now? He desperately wanted a shower, and clothes.
. . . one slight problem.
His keys? Had been in the pocket of his pants. Which had been eaten by the cube.
Conner started head-dooring but not head-Dooring, because OMGWTF, and then he did that stupid sort of thing where you put one foot on the door and then yank on the knob with all your strength. Slimed-up as he was, that only caused him to propel himself backwards across the hallway and into the opposite wall.
He could swear he saw little T-Rexes chittering around his head.
[OOC: Open, yo. Come help or laugh at the poor boy!]
He hadn't been expecting a 10'x10'x10' cube to come out of the stupid machine, and he definitely hadn't been expecting it to attack him and eat his clothes. Thanks to Jane and Apu he'd managed to get out of it okay, but now he felt like he'd been sunburned all over. While red was his color, he didn't exactly like to wear it like that.
But right now? He desperately wanted a shower, and clothes.
. . . one slight problem.
His keys? Had been in the pocket of his pants. Which had been eaten by the cube.
Conner started head-dooring but not head-Dooring, because OMGWTF, and then he did that stupid sort of thing where you put one foot on the door and then yank on the knob with all your strength. Slimed-up as he was, that only caused him to propel himself backwards across the hallway and into the opposite wall.
He could swear he saw little T-Rexes chittering around his head.
[OOC: Open, yo. Come help or laugh at the poor boy!]