Second Floor Common Room, Saturday Evening
Valentine had woken up this morning feeling terrible. So, oddly enough, he had no trouble rolling over and sleeping through the entire day.
And his dreams during the course of the day were insane, even by the standards of one such as himself. And when he had roused himself again, he felt welling up within him the oddest combination of cranky, giddy, and creative.
Which was why Valentine was now posing as Star Director Ricardo Valenteen once more, steadfastly building a pillowfort in the hopes that he could get someone to SMASH IT TO BITS FOR HIM. It was cathartic. And Fandom Chicken Four was screaming to be made.
Even if the thought of smashing the fort to pieces made him a little weepy. You'd have to excuse him. He'd need a tissue. And a non-whip low-fat soy... hot chocolate.
(OOC: Anyone up for a little Movie Magic? OCD is up!)
And his dreams during the course of the day were insane, even by the standards of one such as himself. And when he had roused himself again, he felt welling up within him the oddest combination of cranky, giddy, and creative.
Which was why Valentine was now posing as Star Director Ricardo Valenteen once more, steadfastly building a pillowfort in the hopes that he could get someone to SMASH IT TO BITS FOR HIM. It was cathartic. And Fandom Chicken Four was screaming to be made.
Even if the thought of smashing the fort to pieces made him a little weepy. You'd have to excuse him. He'd need a tissue. And a non-whip low-fat soy... hot chocolate.
(OOC: Anyone up for a little Movie Magic? OCD is up!)