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case 14 | multiple choice action
Oct. 31st, 2011 11:24 am![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
bratbeyond.livejournal.comScenario A: LATE AT NIGHT, anywhere
[Anywhere people go this evening - whether it's the Training Center, the Library, or even the Quad - there's the distinct sound of heavy, clunky footsteps. It even seems to sound like said footsteps're stalking whoever happens to be out at this hour...
And oddly enough, those footsteps leave marks in the grass (and annoyingly enough, everywhere else).
Of course, Robin's also patrolling the grounds as the new head of the Disciplinary Committee---and he doesn't take kindly to people being out at this hour. No matter where you might go on campus, he - or those pesky footsteps (or both?!) - will follow.]
Scenario B: Cafeteria, the following morning
[Damian looks half-dead. As to be expected from a vigilante with an active nightlife, he rarely gets sleep (especially if he wants to finish his homework), but... something seems different about this. After all, even he should normally recognize that he's pouring orange juice into his bowl of cereal... which actually isn't even cereal, but pretzel goldfish.
Yet he's so out of it that he doesn't even realize his bowl's overflowing. Nor does he realize that he should probably want to snap out of it soon, or else he'll start creating giant orange-juice puddles all over the Cafeteria.]
Scenario C: Outside the Anatomy Classroom
[If one passes by the Anatomy classroom later in the day, one'd also notice a particularly large crowd buzzing around it. Damian's no exception to this, so even he has to wander over - and jump above the crowd! - just to see what all the fuss's about.
Judging by their impatient and shocked reactions... and that giant pumpkin on a stick in place of their usual skeletons... it's not hard to guess what happened. Someone, in the middle of the night, had replaced their beloved props with less-than-stellar duds. Day sighs, turns on his heels, and nearly brushes past someone on his way out.]
Tch,, you'd think someone died from the way they were acting.
[ooc | And this kicks off the player plot!! Feel free to have other posts assume that the Garden's Halloween decorations are still in place/in the process of being made/etc. ♥ Have fun, y'all.]
[Anywhere people go this evening - whether it's the Training Center, the Library, or even the Quad - there's the distinct sound of heavy, clunky footsteps. It even seems to sound like said footsteps're stalking whoever happens to be out at this hour...
And oddly enough, those footsteps leave marks in the grass (and annoyingly enough, everywhere else).
Of course, Robin's also patrolling the grounds as the new head of the Disciplinary Committee---and he doesn't take kindly to people being out at this hour. No matter where you might go on campus, he - or those pesky footsteps (or both?!) - will follow.]
Scenario B: Cafeteria, the following morning
[Damian looks half-dead. As to be expected from a vigilante with an active nightlife, he rarely gets sleep (especially if he wants to finish his homework), but... something seems different about this. After all, even he should normally recognize that he's pouring orange juice into his bowl of cereal... which actually isn't even cereal, but pretzel goldfish.
Yet he's so out of it that he doesn't even realize his bowl's overflowing. Nor does he realize that he should probably want to snap out of it soon, or else he'll start creating giant orange-juice puddles all over the Cafeteria.]
Scenario C: Outside the Anatomy Classroom
[If one passes by the Anatomy classroom later in the day, one'd also notice a particularly large crowd buzzing around it. Damian's no exception to this, so even he has to wander over - and jump above the crowd! - just to see what all the fuss's about.
Judging by their impatient and shocked reactions... and that giant pumpkin on a stick in place of their usual skeletons... it's not hard to guess what happened. Someone, in the middle of the night, had replaced their beloved props with less-than-stellar duds. Day sighs, turns on his heels, and nearly brushes past someone on his way out.]
Tch,, you'd think someone died from the way they were acting.
[ooc | And this kicks off the player plot!! Feel free to have other posts assume that the Garden's Halloween decorations are still in place/in the process of being made/etc. ♥ Have fun, y'all.]
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