[Room Untidying. Locked to Terra]

[littleboygreen]

*Beastboy was sat forlornly in the middle of his floor, staring around at his room. It was spotlessly clean. The floor had been cleared, vacuumed and possibly even scrubbed. The walls and even the ceiling had been scrubbed clean, the closet was no longer barricaded but instead was half open, showing his clothes, all of which had been freshly

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[markovincognita]

Since she was being expected -- or at least she hoped so -- she knocked quickly and said quietly through the door, but still loudly enough to be heard, "It's me, Beast Boy. Can I come in?"

[markovincognita]

"Dorky?" She giggled. "Nah, I think it's kinda cool. I was kinda gonna ask you about the mask anyway if I didn't find it." After looking at it in her hand for a couple more seconds, she offered it to Beast Boy. "I wish I had memories like that mask."

[littleboygreen]

*His voice squeaked a bit* Dude, you knew about it? *He took the mask and looked at it* Don't. They're... Not all happy memories, Terra. I mean, some are, and I wouldn't want to change them, at least not much, but... *he sighed* These days, if I put this on to fight it'd be like going backwards. Back to the Doom Patrol instead of the Titans, back to taking orders from Mento instead of workng as a team of friends. *He laughed awkwardly* I mean I used to wear it to look all cool and mysterious, that's the way it made me feel. Later there was the whole secret identity thing, but um... *He grinned suddenly and slipped the mask over his head, then switched between several exaggerated poses* So, do I look cool and mysterious or what? Huh? Huuuuuhh? *he waggled his eyebrows and grinned cheesily.*

[markovincognita]

She had to laugh at that. "You look better in it than I thought you would." Her smile faded, though, and she looked down after a short while. "I don't really have any happy memories of my childhood, though. Not after... no, y'know what, nevermind." Hurriedly, she looked back up at him and affected a smile again. "I think it's all done in there," she indicated the closet, "but I'm gonna get a closer look and see if he missed anything." Turning slowly, she walked as far inside as she could get and started looking around in the low light.

[littleboygreen]

*Uh oh. One does not walk into a closet in front of the King of Prank and expect nothing to happen. Not even if you are said King of Prank's best friend, for Pranks are most often played upon friends. After all they're less likely to kill you for it.*

... *Beastboy scooted over to the closet and slid the door shut, holding it closed and grinning mischieviously. He spared one hand to tug off his mask and tuck it into his back pocket.*

[markovincognita]

"Okay, I think we got ever--" she started, then tugged on the door. And when it didn't budge, she tugged again. When there was still no result, she said through the door, "Real funny, BB. Open the door."

[littleboygreen]

*He paused to consider this, making loud, deliberate Hmming noises so could clearly hear them* What, so you want to come out of the closet?

[markovincognita]

The innuendo went clear over her head. Probably for her own good. "Yeah, Beast Boy. I want you to stop keeping me back so I can come out of the closet."

[littleboygreen]

*That might have been a soft thump Terra heard, like someone slumping against the closet door. However, it was quickly followed by an evil laugh* Muahahaha! I am the Master of the Closet! And I decree that you cannot leave my domain until you have answered my questions three!

[markovincognita]

She grinned at that and chuckled. "Ere the other side I see?" Then affected the best British accent she could. "Very well, Closet Master. I await your questions." Okay, so she had stayed up on her own to watch that one. But she was glad she had.

[littleboygreen]

*Beastboy grinned, and put on his best imitiation of that particular English accent* What... Is your favourite colour?

[markovincognita]

"Red!" she declared boldly, still grinning. This was probably something she could never convince Raven to do, and so she relished the opportunity while she could.

[littleboygreen]

*Uh, wait. Beastboy was sure he'd screwed this up somehow. Darn it! Stupid hangover was making his head all fuzzy, so he just went with what he could remember*

What... is your quest?

[markovincognita]

Hunh. That was a curveball. But it was an easy enough question to answer, anyway. "I want to come out of the closet!"

[littleboygreen]

*He had to stifle a laugh at that one, and he really wished he had a tape recorder on him.*

What... Is the airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow?

[markovincognita]

Either she knew what she was saying and didn't care, or didn't know that she was speaking in innuendos. Either way, really. She puffed out her chest and spoke in full accent, "What do you mean, African or European swallow?"