case 14 | multiple choice action

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Scenario 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.]

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C!

[lordwythevale.livejournal.com]

Over a stupid prank. [A short black-haired boy with an overflowing armful of notes and textbooks is trying to make his way through the crowd.

He is wearing his heeled boots. Maybe if he starts stomping on feet they'll get out of his way.] These idiots are going to make me late.

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[At least someone around here doesn't seem phased by the sudden lack of skeletons. Damian snorts, brushing through people to get to this new kid.]

If you keep it up at this rate, all of those're gonna topple over.

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[Lucas aims an "accidental" stomp at the instep of some tall blond idiot who hasn't noticed him trying to get past and casts a glance at the young man approaching him.] I'd manage perfectly well if these people hadn't decided they all needed to see a gourd on a stick --

[He's nearly snarling by the last few sentences. Blondie turns around with an indignant yelp, and Lucas meets him with a death glare. It's a shame it's so hard to make that literal around here.]

Excuse me.

[Thinking better of his protest, the blond cadet steps aside, leaving Lucas next to Damian with a depressing number of people between him and his class.]

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[Damian can't help admiring the guy's style. Kid's got a lot of guts!]

What can I say? People here seem pretty starved for entertainment these days.

[lordwythevale.livejournal.com]

Maybe if they weren't such idiots they'd find a way to entertain themselves.

[He shifts the armful of books, trying to keep the notes from sliding off the top.] Who are you?

C

[erosion-sucks.livejournal.com]

Move it or lose it, morons. I've got places to be, and standing around here gawking isn't one of them.

[Someone's grumpier than usual. The footsteps kept her up all night.]

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You're telling me... [He trails off the minute he sees Toph. Quickly brushing aside people, he makes his way over and sighs.]

Can't people get over things pretty quickly?

[erosion-sucks.livejournal.com]

Apparently not. [Toph shoves some whiny girl to the side when said girl gets in her way] What happened anyway?

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Someone thought it'd be funny to steal the skeletons from the Anatomy classroom last night---and as replacements, he used pumpkins.

[The biggest sigh, though Toph can tell Damian's secretly amused by it.] I don't get why people're so upset over it.

[erosion-sucks.livejournal.com]

[Toph smirks a little]

They can't enjoy a good prank, I guess. Wusses. Any idea who?

B

[saifogeo.livejournal.com]

[Tio quickly noticed the half-dead boy pouring juice in his bowl of... pretzel goldfish? Okay, that was something odd, she quickly approached Damian.]

Hey? Are you alright there? Hey, hey! [Alright, that confirms it, he was dead as a zombie. The demon child snapped her fingers near Damian's ear.]

Snap out of it!

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[OW! The sound jolts Damian awake. Hastily shutting off the juice, he stares down at his bowl before making faces at it.]

Ugh, was I really that out of it?

[saifogeo.livejournal.com]

[She nodded and put folded her arms, hoo boy, you're in it now.]

Did you get enough sleep last night-- No, did you get any sleep last night?

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[Damian snorts, heading towards the garbage to dispose his "meal."]

I got enough. ["Absolutely none whatsoever."]

[saifogeo.livejournal.com]

[She sighs, nope, she's not gonna believe that.]

I doubt it, you look pretty much dead.

[eggplantallergy]

[Places a hand atop his gently to stop the flow of orange juice.]

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[The hand's all Damian needs to snap back into action. Pulling up the lever, he glances back at Gakupo with only the most confused of expressions.]

Senpai? I was totally gonna eat that.

[eggplantallergy]

I was simply stopping you from overflowing the orange juice, that's all. [Smiles brightly] You're free to eat it, if you wish.

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

[Orange... juice...? Now he takes a closer look at just what he was about to eat.]

On second thought... I think I'll go get something else.

B

[bunnypassingby]

[Mikuru gently takes the orange juice out of his hand with one hand, dumping napkins on the start of that puddle. What is it with the boys she knows being terrible at pouring things...]

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... Thanks.

[It takes him a couple of seconds to realize what he's doing, so he quickly stops the flow of orange juice before grabbing more napkins and attempting to clean up the mess he started in the first place.] But um, you don't really have to.

[bunnypassingby]

No, it's okay! [Wipe wipe.] But does orange juice really taste good with pretzel goldfish?

[Seriously. Is this a cultural thing that Mikuru doesn't know about?]

[bratbeyond.livejournal.com]

Huh?

[And now he's staring down at his bowl and wincing.] Y'Allah... no, no, this was supposed to be milk and cereal. I'm not sure how it became... whatever the hell this is...

A~

[monkingaround.livejournal.com]

[Aang is following the sound of the footsteps, adding what he thinks is a spooky laugh to it. But since there's no one in sight currently, he's wandering pretty close to the source of the footsteps. He'll hide behind some bushes if a student comes by. However, this means he's not really sure where he should avoid walking.]

Ahahahaaaa haha--ow! [He cries out when he bumps into something very solid and trips.]

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[The source of the footsteps sighs and immediately turns the technology off so that Aang can see him better. Robin kneels down, offering his hand to Aang.]

... You okay?