Room 206, Wednesday Afternnoon
Jan. 24th, 2007 02:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dark_slippy_thingClad in the 'Organization' clothing which Demyx had handwavily dug up for him last night, Valentine decided it might be safe to return to his room. For just a moment. And perhaps his roomie wouldn't kill him for the 'my clothes are pie' naked dance he had been doing yesterday morning.
He doubted it, but the announcements had said that things were turning back today, and so he had to check to see if, perhaps, his clothing had followed suit.
Stepping into his room, he thrilled to see his coat in a heap on the floor, and quickly snatched it up and pulled it on.
And then he scowled.
Underneath the coat, there was still pie. His pants, shirt, underwear, and shoes were lost.
It was about that point that he realized that something was moving about in his coat pocket, and he took a moment to get his bearings before investigating. The trio of glowy spheres that he kept on him at all times squirmed and wriggled about in his hand before one actually jumped free and pounded him a good one on the forehead.
This, apparently, was a new thing for Valentine, and he threw the balls across the room with a mighty holler before making a break for it, the three anarchist spheres hot on his heels every step of the way as he ran laps around his half of the room.
Apparently, they didn't much care to be juggled today.
[OOC: Feel free to investigate the yelling and suspicious bouncing sounds, if you don't mind a little slowplay-- I have to leave for work right away, but will be readily available at around 9:30 MST.]
He doubted it, but the announcements had said that things were turning back today, and so he had to check to see if, perhaps, his clothing had followed suit.
Stepping into his room, he thrilled to see his coat in a heap on the floor, and quickly snatched it up and pulled it on.
And then he scowled.
Underneath the coat, there was still pie. His pants, shirt, underwear, and shoes were lost.
It was about that point that he realized that something was moving about in his coat pocket, and he took a moment to get his bearings before investigating. The trio of glowy spheres that he kept on him at all times squirmed and wriggled about in his hand before one actually jumped free and pounded him a good one on the forehead.
This, apparently, was a new thing for Valentine, and he threw the balls across the room with a mighty holler before making a break for it, the three anarchist spheres hot on his heels every step of the way as he ran laps around his half of the room.
Apparently, they didn't much care to be juggled today.
[OOC: Feel free to investigate the yelling and suspicious bouncing sounds, if you don't mind a little slowplay-- I have to leave for work right away, but will be readily available at around 9:30 MST.]
