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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[clever_weaver]

*As soon as Penelope enters the room, she is no longer the faithful wife of Odysseus. Instead, she is the geekiest, smartest girl in school who wouldn't look too bad if she got rid of the glasses and the paint covered overalls*.

[mister_outis]

*in that case, meet Odysseus Outis. he's-- well, you know the kid. the one who's always right, even when he's not, and who has an answer for everything, even if he has to make one up; he's smart and sometimes witty, and nice when you give him a chance, but first and foremost, he's always talking*

[clever_weaver]

*she walks over to him.* Hey, Odysseus, what grade did you get on last weeks test?

[mister_outis]

Hey Penelope. A B! Can you believe it? I think I'm going to go complain to the principal.

[truant_horatio]

*...Zara? You want to do the Law&Order!Danes?*

[thanitohercules]

*...sure? :D there's got to be a police precinct in there somewhere, hmm?*

[truant_horatio]

*if you want to, we can go for it. :D if you don't, that's fine too. if you do, set the scene, lady!*

[thanitohercules]

*well, then! scene: Homicide. specifically, the desk of one Detective Hamlet Denmark, Jr., who is currently wearing a very nice suit and busily writing a report that's due within the next fifteen minutes. his desk is, naturally, a mess, complete with a carton of half-eaten Chinese food and chopsticks that appear to have found their way to rest on some particularly nasty crime-scene photos*

Typist: *pokes it* I've posted this comment three times already, but LJ never let it go through.

[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.

[vanekiller]

*and here's a Jim wandering into the high school classroom -- and suddenly looking younger and a great deal less scruffy*

[singulartragedy]

*shortly after, Adrian will wander into the same room -- and this is certainly different*

[vanekiller]

*blinks a bit* ....Um. D'you know what's going on? *and for reference, Jim is now slouched in a desk, looking bored -- and dressed rather like this*

[singulartragedy]

Couldn't say. * -- and Adrian is most likely wearing black. not because he expects it to set him apart, but because he's hoping he'll fade into the background and not have to worry about where he fits into things.*

[lilygreeneyes]

*forrrrrr she is a pirate wench! and it is, it is a glorious thing to be a pirate wench!*

[agrotera]

Who is summarily pounced by another pirate wench, complete with bare arms, low-cut bodice and dramatic but conveniently not disfiguring scar. "Hullo there, lovely."

[lilygreeneyes]

"Ahoy there yourself." She glances down at the tray of rum she's carrying. "After a drink, are ye?"

[moonmarauder]

"She may not be, but I am. Savvy?" Remus wanders by, in full pirate rig, and snatches a bottle of rum off the tray, giving a rakish grin. "Hullo, pet."