06 - Action/Video

[pottershotter]

[ATTENTION, CITIZENS OF WONDERLAND:Having noticed that things have been far too serious in the mansion lately (what with talk of Mirror Revolutions and all) as well as a penchant for procrastinating on things they should probably be actually working on (like getting home, and finding out more about their futures), Messrs Prongs and Padfoot have

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[pricesandvaules]

Droog's on his way to the music room when--SPLOOSH--a torrent of sticky juice.

Droog is always quiet, always economical with his actions and words. But now he resembles nothing so much as a statue, stillness compensating for the fact that inside he is seething. Heads will roll for this--it's just a matter of whose.

Eventually his eyes focus on the bucket at his feet, and he moves, prods at it with his toe.

Not a troll, then.

[pottershotter]

Nope. Definitely not a troll. Just an obnoxious teenager snickering nearby. He's sort of given up making an effort to really hide - that got boring a while ago. Instead he's just around the corner. Droog might have seen him peeking out from around it before ducking back to laugh a little harder.

[pricesandvaules]

How are your wand-reflexes, James?
Because Droog is completely flipping his lid. Which is to say, flipping a couple of cards (read: submachine guns) into his hands and spraying the corridor with a hail of bullets.

[pottershotter]

They're pretty quick. He flattens himself against the wall, waves his wand, and then calls out something that puts a bubble-barrier around him. He watches comfortably as bullet ricochet off of it and bounce in several other directions. It's pretty neat-looking, if he's totally honest.

"Don't you think that was just a bit of an over-reaction?" he shouts over at Droog.

[huddahuddafire]

* Admittedly being drenched in pumpkin juice is better than having jars of piss thrown at you. But not by much. Pyro lights the fuck out of that bucket.

And that door.

And the room behind it goes up in flames.

Hopefully that didn't belong to anyone.*

[pottershotter]

[James just stares in awe at all of the flames. That wasn't exactly the reaction he had been expecting.

In fact, he's so awed that he stands up out of his hiding place and applauds, giving Pyro a much deserved standing ovation. He might have snuck an impressed whistle in there too.

Is this the brightest thing to do as the culprit? Not really. But it was pretty amazing and needed to be recognized!]

[huddahuddafire]

*You're in luck James because Pyro here is not the sharpest cookie in the crayon box. She turns and bows with a flourish. She has no idea you're the evil pumpkin juice menace terrorizing the mansion.

For all she knows the bucket was sentient and she delt with it accordingly.*

[pottershotter]

[Would anyone really put it past the mansion to have sentient buckets? No, I didn't think so.]

That was brilliant! Excellent use of fire!

[Thumbs up! This is going pretty well, all things considered!]

You know it was bound to happen.

[jacksurapples]

[AJ is trying to get into the kitchen to make something with apples in it.

Instead, she gets covered in juice.

She's not a happy pony.]

Alright, who rigged this here door?

this is going to be magical *_*

[sniffsbutt]

[Sirius is lounging around just outside the kitchen, grinning from ear to ear. This pranking business has boosted Sirius's mood to unheard of levels.

He's so happy, he hasn't noticed the not-so-happy pony who's just been drenched in pumpkin juice. Feel free to clock him with a hoof to his face.]

Oh so magical. <3

[jacksurapples]

[Seeing the kid grinning like Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie after a prank tips her off on who did this. The pony trots over to him and clears her throat loudly. It's not like he did any harm, and she's getting over her initial annoyance.

Now if he had pranked someone like Fluttershy...that would be an entirely different story.]

I'm gonna take a wild guess and reckon that you were the one who set all that up?

<333

[sniffsbutt]

Me and my best mate James did it. Isn't it great?

[He can't help but gloat a little, even if it means getting a hoof to his face or his foot stepped on.]

A little childish, perhaps, but no one really cares about that, do they?

[Video]

[dashboardlite]

[See, here's where the clever Messrs Prongs and Padfoot made a rather ridiculous miscalculation.

You can't bullshit a bullshitter, which is to say: you can't prank a prankster. Not one so high on the food-chain of pranking as Dean Winchester, because he knows every trick in the book. Head Wizard (metaphorically speaking) of the fine art of Ketchup-Packets-Under-The-Toilet-Seat, Sultan of Nair-In-The-Shampoo-Bottle, and Grand Poobah of I-Just-Super-Glued-Your-Fingers-Together, Dean is a formidable foe at the splendid age of twenty-eight.

Who else would stoop to scraping the cream out of Oreos and replacing it with white toothpaste?

No one.

In true Winchester fashion, Dean kicks the door to his room open and sends the bucket of pumpkin juice flying - over the kitchen table and into the sitting area, where it lands on a depressed-looking ficus.]

...all right, all right. Which one of you put the sticky shit over my door?

[You may notice how clean he is. Surprised? Why should you be?]

[Video]

[pottershotter]

[James is rather impressed! Pranks are always fun, of course, but they're the most entertaining when he's up against a worthy opponent. The challenge makes it that much better.

Of course, he's the greatest prankster any world has ever known, so he's obviously going to take the ultimate title of Supreme Emperor of Mischief Making. Obviously.

He's hidden nearby - just behind a door that's only cracked open, so he can peek and watch without anyone spotting him. He ducks back out of view and calls out to Dean.]

Well, that depends! Which one of you would like to know?

[What a charming little brat.]

[Video] -> [Action]

[dashboardlite]

[Dean almost shouts a reply into his communicator before realizing that the voice is coming from somewhere behind him.

Well, fuck that noise.]

That doesn't make any sense unless you're countin' mirrors, buddy.

[He whips around, glaring down the hall and shutting the door to his room slowly.]

[Action]

[pottershotter]

[Well, James just can't help himself. He's not much for anonymity. He's been around the mansion, trying to catch as many people getting nailed with pumpkin juice as possible. That and his mun might have sleepily misread video for action last night, shhh.]

It could! I certainly don't know who you are, so maybe I'm addressing the mansion at large.

[Of course, he's just being silly at this point. He knows perfectly well there's only one person there (or at least he assumes so - he doesn't have a very good view from where he is). It's just fun to mess with people.]