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dark_slippy_thingValentine was stuck to a door. He had been stuck to the aforementioned door since the room inspections earlier that day, when the masked mallard had rescued him from his bed, only to send him careening over to the... less friendly side of the room.
Given a choice between being sandwiched between two mattresses for a day, or stuck to his roomie's super-magnetized closet door, Valentine probably would have gone the way of the club sandwich.
As it was, he was just managing to undo the final button on his borrowed leather pants, the last barrier between himself and freedom.
Except for the highly booby-trapped rest of that half of the room, granted, but he would cross that bridge when he got there.
Wiggling the final button free, Valentine reached up to take hold of the top of the doorframe and wiggled his way up, slowly but surely, out of his pants. Placing his feet on the floor, he squirmed free of his coat as well, then made a mad bid for freedom back to his own side of the room.
He was rather fortunate to find that his bed had retreated back to its own corner and no longer wanted to eat him. After all, it looked like today was going to be yet another bedsheet toga day for Valentine.
This place seemed to have an odd way of doing away with his pants. Pants were something he could live without, however, so long as he had bedsheets. That said, he still really, really wanted his coat back.
[OOC: Yep, open for whoever might be out and about during the wee hours of the morning.]
Given a choice between being sandwiched between two mattresses for a day, or stuck to his roomie's super-magnetized closet door, Valentine probably would have gone the way of the club sandwich.
As it was, he was just managing to undo the final button on his borrowed leather pants, the last barrier between himself and freedom.
Except for the highly booby-trapped rest of that half of the room, granted, but he would cross that bridge when he got there.
Wiggling the final button free, Valentine reached up to take hold of the top of the doorframe and wiggled his way up, slowly but surely, out of his pants. Placing his feet on the floor, he squirmed free of his coat as well, then made a mad bid for freedom back to his own side of the room.
He was rather fortunate to find that his bed had retreated back to its own corner and no longer wanted to eat him. After all, it looked like today was going to be yet another bedsheet toga day for Valentine.
This place seemed to have an odd way of doing away with his pants. Pants were something he could live without, however, so long as he had bedsheets. That said, he still really, really wanted his coat back.
[OOC: Yep, open for whoever might be out and about during the wee hours of the morning.]
