Time to roam the halls (Open RP)

[everythinguever]

Well. He wasn't sure how, but somehow, he had actually been accepted to Crazy Hat's World of Crazy and Magic School despite the overwhelming number of votes against him. He'd have to figure out where Slytherin was, of course. And find some way to retrieve luggage from his Earth. And maybe Moist, if that was possible. But in the meantime, he'd been

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[vislor_turlough]

Turlough had come in with his pet civet cat to visit A. However, he stopped short at the sight of Dr. Horrible.

"Bloody hell, can you be more obviously insane?"

To him, white coat and goggles meant insane.

[everythinguever]

Turlough probably didn't expect Billy to take that as a compliment. "Thanks," he said, grinning. "Man, I wish I could pull off insane. I tried it once, but everyone said I just sounded like a deranged monkey."

[vislor_turlough]

Turlough arched an eyebrow. He wanted to be regarded as insane? Interesting.

"So. You're a new student."

[everythinguever]

"Yeah, just got out of the Sorting Room. Dr. Horrible," he introduced himself. "In Slytherin, apparently."

[addamsdaughter]

Wednesday had crept out of Ravenclaw and was wandering the halls with Robespierre, her blood python, draped around her shoulders. Her objective may or may not have been milk and cookies. But she stopped when she saw Dr. Horrible.

"My daddy has a coat like that. But the arms cross in front and lace up the back."

[everythinguever]

Billy was usually a bit awkward around kids, but she didn't seem like a typical kid, after all. "That would be a straight jacket," he replied. "And those are pretty cool. I like them, too, but they don't really fit my theme."

[addamsdaughter]

"Why is it a straight jacket when it makes your arms bend?"

It seemed a reasonable question.

[everythinguever]

((So I was researching the answer and realized that I spelled it wrong. Hope you don't mind. ^^; ))

"Not straight as in straight," he corrected her. "S-T-R-A, uh...I-T. It means tight. Or narrow. Which, the whole point of the jacket is it's too tight to escape."

[bad_date_nate]

The low-key boy was passing by Dr. Horrible when he stopped to give the newcomer a second look. Sure, there were more strangely dressed people in Hogwarts, but he looked so normal otherwise. And kinda like a guy who was at Nate's sorting a long time ago.

His name had been Barney... or something...?

But they were obviously not the same person, so Nate didn't mention it. Especially since Barney had been an intense kind of friendly that made Nate feel vaguely uncomfortable.

"Hi," he said politely. You don't just stare and walk away.

[everythinguever]

Billy nodded back at him. "Hi." But why was he staring? Billy wasn't sure whether or not to be paranoid about that, so he just looked back awkwardly.

[bad_date_nate]

"I'm Nate," he added. He would have offered his hand, but usually people wore gloves when they were handling acid or something. They certainly weren't for looking chic.

[everythinguever]

Billy's were for looking chic, in fact. "Dr. Horrible," he replied, then shrugged. "Or Billy, I guess." No need for a secret identity around here. He didn't have much need for one back on his Earth, either. Not anymore. "So, uh...how long have you been here? Is it always as crazy as that Sorting was?"

[arrogantmage]

"There you are. What did the Hat decide to do with you?"

The voice was disembodied, at first, but not at all disguised. (Lezard had spent too long cultivating his New And Improved Voice to change it at all. He had considered making a device to distort the sound, but then he'd also be recognizable as the only person in possession of such a device.) He wasn't trying to sneak up on Horrible, he just liked to wander around in disembodied form sometimes.

Mostly in case he ran across Mystina, whom he enjoyed surprising.

Since this was Dr. Horrible and not Mystina, he saw no reason not to materialize at once. With a flourish of his cloak, just because.

"Will it be Slytherin or Ravenclaw? Or perhaps even Hufflepuff ...?"

[everythinguever]

Billy didn't jump because he had been expecting people to come talk to him (apparently, people in this school had nothing better to do but stop other people in the halls, but maybe it was just because he was new), but he did grin appreciately. "Not Hufflepuff," he replied gratefully. "Slytherin. I kind of thought I was going to get rejected, actually. Seems like everyone was voting 'squib'." There was a bit of a question in his voice, as he wondered if squib actually meant something else.

[arrogantmage]

The mage shrugged. "Petty closedmindedness. Obviously you cannot be a squib; it's merely the fashionable way of saying your worldview strains their narrow capacity to reason and they would rather not do the work of thinking." He fell into step alongside Billy. "You've gotten out of the Sorting relatively unscathed, if nothing else happened but some squib votes. I personally received detention for granting a student's request for a sorting bribe. He wished for a mangosteen tree, so I gave him a grove. You cannot imagine the outcry over the local ecosystem. As if I could not also affect the climate!"

As an afterthought, then: "Are you headed anywhere in particular?"

[everythinguever]

Billy shook his head and laughed at the mangosteen comment.

"No, not really. I'll find Slytherin eventually, but I'm just exploring for now. Oh, but you wouldn't know how to get luggage from another world, would you? I've been told this is Earth," implied, really, but since Scotland was on Earth, it seemed reasonable to assume, "but I'm pretty sure it's still a different dimension than mine."

[mrsruthlaskin]

Clem had also been 'released' recently from the sorting room and had been put into Hufflepuff, despite her objections. She was also wandering the halls looking for someone that may point her in the right direction of the Ravenclaw bar, as she was in the mood for a drink and maybe another chat with Ian Malcolm.

Passing someone dressed ridiculously in a lab coat and, were those goggles on his head? He seemed crazy enough to belong here. "Excuse me, do you know where I can find the bar?" She tried her best to smile, despite her need for a cigarette and a stiff drink.

[everythinguever]

"I didn't even know there was a bar." He shrugged. "I just got here." Then, because that wasn't entirely accurate, "Well, I just got out of that Sorting room, at least. I've been here for a while."

[mrsruthlaskin]

Clem smiles and nods, "Yeah same. On the whole, 'getting out of the Sorting Room thing'. Someone told me that Ravenclaw has a bar, and I said I'd try to catch up with someone later there, plus I could use a drink." She pauses for a moment, looking down the hall both ways and squinting her eyes, "What House are you in anyways?"

[everythinguever]

"Slytherin. And now, I'm kind of glad I didn't get Ravenclaw. I thought they were supposed to be the intellectual house." He didn't mind drinking so much, but having such ready access to bar made him think they were all drunks.