Dorm Inspection - Wednesday Afternoon

[ismyhairout]

Hide the dirty magazines and booze, shine your shoes and make sure the laundry basket is sealed so the smell doesn't kill anyone. It's dorm inspection time!

[OOC: School board members won't go into your room unless you ping in here first. No need to make separate room posts.]

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Second Floor

[ismyhairout]

Second floor common room rules!

Re: Second Floor, Room 206

[importantman]

Beware of glowy balls on the floor of one half of the room. And the other half of the room might kill you, as it is heavily booby-trapped.
Valentine is hiding behind a tap-dancing chair on the scattered-ball half because his bed is currently trying to smother him between its mattresses.

{OOC:Provided 6 pings in as well, the room is open for inspection.}

Re: Second Floor, Room 206

[defiantlyyours]

Number 6? Quite pleased to see you go away. Not that you'll do that.

Re: Second Floor, Room 206

[maskedmallard]

"AHA!" Darkwing said, leaping into view.

Re: Second Floor, Room 206

[defiantlyyours]

Number 6 regarded the masked fowl in front of him. "And who might you be, sir?"

Re: Second Floor, Room 206

[maskedmallard]

"I am the terror that flaps in the night! I am leaky tap that keeps you awake all night! I...am Darkwing Duck!"

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[importantman]

Valentine was too preoccupied trying not to be eaten by his deranged bed to really notice the appearance of the terror that flapped into his dorm room.
But he would have been thrilled if he had noticed. Really.

Re: Second Floor, Room 206

[defiantlyyours]

6 ignored Valentine's bed and focused on the figure in purple. "You're certainly not short of words," he said, continuing with bemused condescension. "And tell me, what is it that you want from us?"

Re: Second Floor, Room 206

[maskedmallard]

"Suspicious, are you? Got something to hide? Hmm? You can't hide forever, student of Fandom! Not when Darkwing Duck is on the case!"

Re: Second Floor, Room 206

[importantman]

Valentine may have flailed a little as the chair bowed and danced out of the room, leaving the juggler to find for himself. Against a deranged bed, he was helpless, and the bed soon has Valentine's arm in it's... uh... jaws.
"Little help over here, maybe?"

Re: Second Floor, Room 206

[defiantlyyours]

"You'll be fine, Valentine," 6 said. "They always pull their punches here, but I suspect you'd know that," he said to Darkwing.

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[importantman]

"Fine?" Valentine sputtered as the bed gnawed clear up to his armpit. "I'd hardly think that being eaten by a bed constitutes being fine!"
His free arm flailed about, reaching for something to grab so that he might pull himself to freedom.
It was unfortunate that his nightstand was attempting to perform Swan Lake over by the door.

Re: Second Floor, Room 206

[defiantlyyours]

"Dear God man, get some constitution," 6 said. He glanced over at Darkwing. "Don't you think this has gone far enough?"

Re: Second Floor, Room 206

[maskedmallard]

"I don't know what you're talking about. Fear not, strangely masked student! I'll save you!" He reached for his weapon, but remembered he'd had to leave it behind. Drat. He leapt in anyway to wrestle the bed.

Re: Second Floor, Room 206

[importantman]

Valentine would have wondered at being called 'strangely masked' by a strangely masked duck.
Except, with his head and both arms stuffed between two mattresses, all he was aware of was the odd sensation of being a mattress sandwich while it was being grappled by a mallard.

Re: Second Floor, Room 206

[defiantlyyours]

6 grabbed his Freedom Journal to take as many notes on this as possible. While he was not one for photographic evidence, a written account had its own intrigue.