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likethegun ([personal profile] likethegun) wrote in [community profile] fandomhigh2008-06-02 07:54 am
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Library [06/02]

When Sam woke up and discovered that all of his underwear was missing, his immediate thought was to wonder how Dean had managed to break in while he and Dawn were sleeping. But all thoughts of pranking went away when he showed up at the library and found every empty space of the desk being used for underwear storage.

The worst part was that none of it was his underwear, and that meant he was still feeling very, very uncomfortable in his jeans. His discomfort only grew when he started pulling the underwear out and discovered just what some people felt the need to wear under their clothes.

After filling a basket and marking it "Claim Your Underwear, Please" he went ahead and opened the library.

[Open! Feel free to mod your underwear as being in the basket.]

Re: Afternoon [06/02]

[identity profile] repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com 2008-06-02 02:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Peter came in with the usual coffee and donuts. "Hey."

Re: Afternoon [06/02]

[identity profile] repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com 2008-06-02 02:52 pm (UTC)(link)
"Just today?" Peter asked. "I don't get a lifetime achievement in that area?"

Re: Afternoon [06/02]

[identity profile] repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com 2008-06-02 02:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"This have anything to do with the donuts?" Peter asked.

Re: Afternoon [06/02]

[identity profile] repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com 2008-06-02 03:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"Uneventful," Peter said. "Provided you don't count the missing clothing."

Re: Afternoon [06/02]

[identity profile] repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com 2008-06-02 03:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not just me then?" Peter asked. "Because I was ready to admit that maybe I really wasn't paying attention on the way back to the dorms, but some things you'd think a guy would keep track of."

Re: Afternoon [06/02]

[identity profile] repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com 2008-06-02 03:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Peter peered over. "Frankly I'm scared to find out if I do recognize anything. Some things are best left unknown."

Re: Afternoon [06/02]

[identity profile] repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com 2008-06-02 03:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Peter silently offered Sam his coffee, indicating that he was here for Sam if he needed support.

Re: Afternoon [06/02]

[identity profile] repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com 2008-06-02 03:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"I would think some dullness would be okay," Peter said. He looked at the box again. "Also I think some of those patterns are too loud to be in a library."

Re: Afternoon [06/02]

[identity profile] repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com 2008-06-02 04:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm going to pretend no," Peter said. "I'll sleep better that way."

Re: Afternoon [06/02]

[identity profile] crazypilotman.livejournal.com 2008-06-02 10:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Murdock strolled in, chewing on the end of a licorice stick. He spotted the basket of underwear and the sign. He figured the guy behind the counter might have some information so he headed in Sam's direction. "Say pal, how'd you come by that underwear?"

Re: Afternoon [06/02]

[identity profile] crazypilotman.livejournal.com 2008-06-02 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Murdock eyed him a little. "And were you the first to arrive this morning?" He pulled out a black flip notebook and began jotting down notes in it.

Re: Afternoon [06/02]

[identity profile] crazypilotman.livejournal.com 2008-06-02 11:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"Usually." He jabbed his pencil in Sam's direction. "So there could have been someone else about the premises prior to your arrival. Any signs the place might've been broken into? Busted lock? Broken window? Open flue vent?"

Re: Afternoon [06/02]

[identity profile] crazypilotman.livejournal.com 2008-06-03 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
"So whoever the mysterious Underwear Bandito is, they're good. Real good. But Mac Murdock is better. Slicker than cheese on a wet wall." He eyed the basket for a moment. Glancing at Sam, he pulled out a pair of boxers covered with red hearts and quickly stuffed it inside his jacket. "You didn't see nothing. Got it? Nothing."

He flipped his notebook closed. "Thanks for the intel, pal. I'll have this caper busted before you can call home to granny." Turning sharply, he sauntered out, whistling the tune of the Purple Panther as he went.