The Dorms, Monday, Running Errands
Mid-morning, Rikku stopped at each of the floors' bathrooms -- at least, the ladies' side -- and checked in front of the mirror.
On those floors with enough steam that the mirror was fogged over, she took one finger and wrote,
TA Lounge - 11 PM - Join Us
When the steam disappeared, it took the message with it.
Shortly thereafter, while doing nothing else in particular, Rikku crouched and scribbled something onto the sidewalk with chalk:
2NTE
11TA
Two hours later, when she had finished the rest of her errands, she stopped back and scuffed it up with her toes until it was no longer visible.
On her way down the stairs, Rikku dropped a torn piece of paper out of her pocket, making sure to step on it once or twice and scuff it up properly, and leave it tucked into the corner and out of the way.
When she came back up the stairs later, she left another one. This one was a full page of paper, though similarly folded up and scuffed and hidden away, and it had a different message entirely.
Two or three business-card-sized notes were tucked inbetween the cushions of the sofa. They were pretty basic:
TA LOUNGE - 11 PM
COME ALONE - TELL NO ONE
DON'T MISS ALL THE FUN ...
Okay. Rikku nodded, approving of her day's work. She was bound to get a couple bites. Now, to wait for tonight.
(OOC: for those who know who they are - i.e., the members-to-be of the Mischief and Mayhem Club. (Members are also free to skip the post and handwave how they got notice.) Dear squirrels: Rikku's activities are FB, but the content of any and all messages NFB, please and thank you. OCD awaits.)
On those floors with enough steam that the mirror was fogged over, she took one finger and wrote,
TA Lounge - 11 PM - Join Us
When the steam disappeared, it took the message with it.
Shortly thereafter, while doing nothing else in particular, Rikku crouched and scribbled something onto the sidewalk with chalk:
2NTE
11TA
Two hours later, when she had finished the rest of her errands, she stopped back and scuffed it up with her toes until it was no longer visible.
On her way down the stairs, Rikku dropped a torn piece of paper out of her pocket, making sure to step on it once or twice and scuff it up properly, and leave it tucked into the corner and out of the way.
When she came back up the stairs later, she left another one. This one was a full page of paper, though similarly folded up and scuffed and hidden away, and it had a different message entirely.
Two or three business-card-sized notes were tucked inbetween the cushions of the sofa. They were pretty basic:
TA LOUNGE - 11 PM
COME ALONE - TELL NO ONE
DON'T MISS ALL THE FUN ...
Okay. Rikku nodded, approving of her day's work. She was bound to get a couple bites. Now, to wait for tonight.
(OOC: for those who know who they are - i.e., the members-to-be of the Mischief and Mayhem Club. (Members are also free to skip the post and handwave how they got notice.) Dear squirrels: Rikku's activities are FB, but the content of any and all messages NFB, please and thank you. OCD awaits.)