Room 502/4/6 - Friday afternoon

[strongestgirl]

Pippi has finally found all of the socks and sock puppets that randomly collapsed lifeless around the room.

She's not sure what belongs to who... Though it should be obvious.

After creating a fair sized sock mountain in the middle of the room (this means something), she decides to have a bit of a nap.

[[ooc: open, particularly for anybody who

Comments

[nadiathesaint]

Furrball wandered out from under Nadia's bed. Somehow, he'd managed to get a fake mustache taped to his face. . . .

That's what he got for rooting through Nadia's disguise kit.

[strongestgirl]

Mr Neilson peeks out from under the sock mountain.

For some reason. He also has a fake mustache taped to his face.

A very large mustache.

No... Wait... That's a sock.

[walter_n_wires]

Pup was unaware that a large fuzzy caterpillar he'd been stalking under Walter's bed had chosen to hide itself on his face.

He poked his head out from under the bed with said caterpillar'stache on what would be his upper lip and wagged his tail tentatively at his roommates.

[anextimeagent]

Socks! Robert Goulet danced into the room and commenced kicking the sock pile in all directions by means of an Irish jig, performed right in the middle of the pile.

[strongestgirl]

Mr. Neilson makes an 'alarmed monkey noise' (TM) and leaps from the pile of socks. Scampering around the feet of what is obviously Robert Goulet dancing a jig.

Pippi continues to snore softly in bed.

[anextimeagent]

Hmmm. A monkey. Monkeys obviously don't suffer from low blood sugar.

Robert Goulet was a generous man. Perhaps the monkey would like to assist him with his scared duty of stuff messing?

He abandoned the sock pile, reaching down to throw a last few around the room, and headed for the desk, looking for tape.

[strongestgirl]

Mr. Neilson is curious.

Monkey Mischief senses tingling.

He starts offering Robert Goulet various items.

A paper clip.

An envelope.

A roll of gaffer's tape.