Around the dorms: Friday after lunch

[anextimeagent]

Robert Goulet was stealthing through the hallways.

Not that you'd notice him. It was three o'clock, everyone was sleepy and weak from low blood sugar.

Time to mess with people's stuff. So long as his nemesis didn't appear, they'd be helpless to stop him!

He tipped over a bin, scattered the contents, and danced away down the hall.

[Okayyy! I

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Room 508

[misshargrove]

Annette had just arrived back from handwavily shopping in town for Willow's birthday gift. Her arms were full of goodies and she was trying to get her dorm room door open. "Dangit!"

Re: Room 508

[anextimeagent]

Ahhh, excellent.

No point in sneaking, she'd never notice him in her food deprived state.

He danced up behind her and struck up at her hands, in a move designed to send their contents scattering everywhere!

Re: Room 508

[misshargrove]

"AAAAAAAAAA!" Annette flailed at the sudden invasion of her space and her packages went flying everywhere.

"What the?"

Re: Room 508

[anextimeagent]

Robert Goulet ducked back out of the way, for it wouldn't do for him to get stuff on him.

He did, however, snatch a couple of parcels out of the air and lob them further down the hall.

[otherside_miley]

Ping!

[strongestgirl]

The door to 502/4/6 is slightly open.

[bookyeve]

Evie is trying to work in the Fifth Floor Common Room, her books and notes spread around her.

She's getting distracted by the television, though. Oooo. Airplanes!

[anextimeagent]

The notes went flying as Robert Goulet threw them into the air. The books were scooped up and dumped in the sink (though thankfully he was too distracted to turn on the water).

A chair was picked up and placed on the coffee table, perfectly blocking the view of the TV!

[bookyeve]

"JACK!" Evie squawked, sitting up and trying to re-organize her notes. "What are you doing! Stop that! No-- wait,stop!"

[anextimeagent]

Robert Goulet frowned. Somehow the papers had tidied themselves.

That would never do.

Stuff Robert Goulet messed with should stay messed with. This called for drastic measures.

He waltzed over, the picture of grace, and scooped up the notes, waltzed over to the window, opened it, and dropped them out.

Then tossed several forks, two paper plates, and a handful of assorted pens after them.

[the_merriest]

There had to be a moose somewhere, right? Rikku was headed on her way downtown to find one. And singing loudly, making up words and always ending with a loud "BORK BORK BORK!"

She had money, right? She fished through her completely open so that he can grab random things and throw them around leg-pouch and looked for some of the weird bill-things they used for money around here.

A moose might be expensive.

[anextimeagent]

A samba, a salsa, a perfect mixture of the two that was purely Robert Goulet, and he was beside her. He reached into the open pouch, pulling out handfuls of stuff and sending it skipping along the corridor.

Pens and coins and all manner of things, and every object skipped at least three times. Even the weird bill things.

Why? Because he was Robert Goulet, and he was just that awesome.

[the_merriest]

"Hey!" Rikku gasped. "Those are mine! What are you -"

She looked at him oddly. Clearly, a man with such a bad fake mustache was mentally unhinged.

"Don't mess with my stuff!"

[anextimeagent]

Robert Goulet boogied past her, a quick tap dance letting him kick the pens and weird bill things further down the hall, into the stairwell, and he listened in deep satisfaction as they plinked down the steps.

Truly, Robert Goulet was the God of Messing with Stuff. And dancing.