announcement

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

[At exactly 1000, actually kids, this isn't scheduled. But hey, listen up, it's announcement time.]

Hey hey hey girls and boys, ladies and gentleblokes, or men, whatever ya fancy. Just wanted to put a real horrorshow shout out so get your audio ports open and simmer down. This is about that little homecoming bash, you know the one, it's getting some chaps real ape and real polly, but there's a little problem I gotta shine the light on.

Seems your boy Tavros some how got his name on that there list of candidates for Princedom and I gotta say, he has no mind to look for votes, so ya'll gotta suck it up and hold back those graphites. No votes for your dear Nitram, got that? He's got no interest.

So why don't ya let the sweat master 5000, our local wet rag, Equius Zahhak, duke it out with Aang for them votes and we'll be right good fellas from then on. Plus for a troll that dresses up real polly like in the frills and glitter at night, with a nice plethora of crowns and tresses for those luscious locks of his, I'd say a royal title fits Zahhak better, don't ya think? He's already prepared to be pampered silly like show filly ready for the parade. Just a word from the bird.

Oooother then that, I'll send a little chirp out to the lovely dame Lalonde, not to rattle her cage or nothing, just to show her she's got someone important swishing her about in his think pan.

So.

Meanwhile back on the ranch, that's all I gotta say on that. No votes for Nitram, just flood em over to the two other prince runner ups, or maybe just to Aang? I think Equius fits 'princess' more anyhow.

Stay classy~

[The announcement ends, and the intercom clicks off.]

[OOC: ALL RIGHT. That was an actual announcement, but, uhhh, not by your headmaster, you can easily tell by the voice and the way he speaks. After words, Tavros will be wandering the halls, so feel free to just STUMBLE on him. And that goes for people of the authority to punish him as well! SeeDs, etcetc, if you want to enact his punishment for jacking the intercom system go ahead. Otherwise, see ya 'round.]

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[eiusumbra]

[Already roaming the halls. Shadow hasn't been in a good mood all week, so pray he doesn't find you.]

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

[Oh, that wouldn't be fun for either side now would it? Well, by sides I mean, us, not our characters.]

[And with that, Tavros is happily wandering nearby by, completely oblivious, he did nothing wrong right? Everyone can use the intercom, of course.]

[eiusumbra]

[Spots a cadet coming around the corner. That direction leads to...]

Where did you just come from? [Stops in Tavros' way, looking down at him. He...can look down on people now. That feels really nice.]

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

[He smirks, looking to him with a sense of triumph.]

What's it to ya, toots?

[eiusumbra]

'He wants to play it that way...'

Answer the question.

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

[STARING AT THAT INTERCOM SO HARD IS THIS A THING THAT JUST HAPPENED

her crossword puzzle is forgotten for the moment because uh is she going to have to talk to Tavros about how she's a private person that sounds too much like talking about feelings hopefully he won't find her until she can pretend to have been napping during this]

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

[Doot doot doot.]

[He always has a Rose radar on, of COURSE. Any sign of her and he's going right at her. Wonder where the sheela and her crossword puzzle is?]

[And oh boy, he has yet to see her flustered.]

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

[said sheela is out on the quad, finally having managed to stop gaping at an inanimate object and return to her puzzle.

how long that will last once the topic of contention is broached is anyone's guess, of course]

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

[Quad you say? That's like his favorite place! And who is that over there? Oh my dear! Rose! He'll just be on his way over, sitting on the ground near her sitting place, legs crossing, hands neatly under his chin as he looks up to her.]

A puzzle? Enigmas always suited you.

[bookshrew.livejournal.com]

[a wry look. she'd have to make sure to check herself for embedded tracking chips when she got back to her dorm room]

I've yet to find a sudoku book at the correct aptitude level, so I've substituted for another enjoyable pastime.

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[Equius... just doesn't know what to think. He's just standing in the hallway, frozen on his way to class, staring up at the intercoms. On one hand, Tavros formally renouncing his bid means that Equius can no longer campaign against him. On the other, those horrible, awful things he said about him are just dreadful, and not true, and oh the rumors they'll start! The thought alone makes him excited, a spark of hope igniting in his chest. Perhaps now Tavros is starting to admit that he hates him? Oh, if only...]

[Sigh~ Oooh, Mr. Nitram, oooh~]

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

[He chokes a little, coughing as he wanders the halls. That's weird? Maybe some saliva just went down the wrong tube. Or maybe his body is just telling him that he is going to run into Equius around the corner, right, about, now-]

Oof! [It's like he ran into a wall, ow, and, also, oh shit. Tavros takes a step back, furrowing his eyebrows and pursing his lips as he shoves his hands in his pockets, moving to C turn around the other troll. Fuck this, fuck this sideways till Sunday, he is not having a confrontation with Equius now, and not in this empty hallway.]

[No way no how.]

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[Equius was caught just enough off guard that he stumbles back as Tavros plows into him. His books fall to the floor, but he doesn't really care, as he's reaching out for the other troll, trying to grab him by the shoulders]

Tavros!

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

[And a fancy little twirl to get out of the way of Equius's hand, keeping his own hands in his pockets.]

Not noooow Sweatquius, sheesh, got places to be, people to screw with, and books to read. In fact, anything besides gobbing with you is more worthwhile right now.

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

Not now, after you just gave me all those backhanded compliments over the intercom for the whole school to hear? [Tavros may escape his grip, but Equius keeps following him, dogging his footsteps] I must mean something to you if you're willing to go to such lengths to put me down. You could have just said you were dropping out of the running and left it at that, were I naught but a fleeting thought to you. You are leading me along, and you know it!

[umathematic.livejournal.com]

The fuck did that even mean.

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, that's the problem with looking over and memorizing a shit ton of human media and history over a short amount of time. He knows a lot of slang that makes no sense to anyone anymore.]

[But doop dee doop, just walking down the hall, annnd, guy...standing there, doing nothing. You get a weird look as he goes to move past.]

[umathematic.livejournal.com]

What.

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

Fuckin' standin' all gloopy in the mid of the walk way, that's what. [He shrugs his shoulders.]

Wanna bring it?

[umathematic.livejournal.com]

Che, you can't find the rest of the space to walk in?

[fierybluebird]

[And whenever he is, ANYONE can find him, probably a hallway somewhere, he's just rolling on the floor laughing. Possibly quite literally if you catch him at the tail end.]

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

[He steps up behind him and gives him a hardy clap on the back.]

Something fu~nny, bloke? [Grin.]

[fierybluebird]

[Pokes him cheerfully.] I knew you had a sense of humor like mine, eh.

[martin-sorvat.livejournal.com]

Heh, could be worse, aye? [His smiles widens. Damn his lucked out with a room mate.]

Though I guess I can STAND having a similar sense of humor to a lug like you. Hopefully it doesn't get me in too deep, heh heh.

[fierybluebird]

Oh definitely.

As for trouble... you might want to not do the things I do then, eh?