fandomhigh | Wild Roving, Thursday

Entry tags:

wild roving

Wild Roving, Thursday

The good news was that this week, the room smelled like fresh, tasty cookies! But, they were in basket held by Sarah. Who was, in fact, in black and white. And wearing a modest dress, and white gloves. And she was smiling. Sincerely!

Were you terrified yet?

"Hello, sweethearts," she cooed. "Since I am told you are all such good students, I thought you would all deserve a little treat. So I brought you some cookies, fresh from the oven this morning." She handed the basket over to a random student who happened to be the nearest. "Here, be a dear and pass these around, sweetie. One for each!"

Satisfied with having played her part for the well-being of their young minds, she then took a seat off to the side, smoothing out her dress before settling down to watch the proceedings. Of course she wasn't teaching. Goodness, no, her housework took up far too much of her time. But she thought she could spare a moment to listen in.

So, now it was Sparkle's turn. Sparkle who, next to Sarah, looked positively vibrant, for all that he was still dressed in his typical black and grey motif. And he was smirking as he took a bite of a cookie, perching himself on a stool at the front of the room.

"Hey, cats and kittens," he crooned, making a point to drag out that 'hey.' "Why all this worrying about where you're going to go in the future, anyhow? Why not take a moment to just sit back, relax, and reflect on where you are. That's your assignment for the day, by the way. I want you all to pick up your pens and write us some totally hep poetry about where you're at, dig?"

No, he hadn't been infected with the 50's bug yet. Yes, he was, in fact, trolling the lot of you and doing it with a grin on his face. So what? You get off the hook for research today. Isn't that ... uh ... supermurgitroid?

[Open!]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Like there's some weirdness going on!

Paddra Nsu-Yeul

Mercy Thompson

Liara T'Soni

Sholeh Zeela a Zhahar

Billy Kaplan

One of them isn't in her right mind! The other one possibly never was! Together, they... have fed cookies to you, before telling you to write poetry.

So yeah!

Mercy was sitting all sweet and proper in her poodle skirt, though she had to admit that she was daydreaming a bit about that bad boy, Cade.

::Maybe I should go talk to someone,:: Sholeh said, eyeing some of the more...monochromatic members of the class.

*No.*

Sholeh hated it when her sisters spoke in unison.

::But maybe we can help! And the changes in their personalities--::

=NO.=

So Sholeh was going to be sulking a little bit in her seat today, since she had sisters who were killjoys.

Lay down some hot lines for us to all hear.

Applause after someone presents their poem is discouraged in favour of some groovy finger snapping.

When they ping in!

Sparkle was leaning back against the desk after class, looking kind of pleased with himself. Hey, why not take advantage of another bout of Fandom weirdness? It wasn't like he was going to get in shit for being too, what, hipster?

... But not the shitty modern definition of hipster, because, really, Sparkle hated those guys. And not even ironically.

"...People are being weird again, aren't they?" Sholeh asked, sidling up to Sparkle.

The black and white was a definite clue, yup!

"Yep," Sparkle agreed with a nod. "But we get cookies out of the deal, so I'm not going to complain. They can stay that way as long as the island wants them to, just so long as there's cookies."

Sparkle would so be drawn to the Dark Side. Yep.

Sholeh looked at her cookie. "I don't think that cookies are worth having everyone stay weird. How long until we get weird, too?"

"Relaaax," Sparkle replied, waving a hand. "If there's one thing I learned about weird Fandom shit, it's that if it passes you over at the start, you're in the clear. People who don't start off as ponies at the start of the weekend don't end up ponies by the end. Or little kids. Or soap-opera insane. Why do you think this would be any different?"

He'd so be eating those words later.

"Because Mercy wasn't black and white yesterday," Sholeh said, nodding with her chin. "At least, not according to radio. But today she is. See?"

Huh. Sparkle hadn't realized that. Well, that put a different spin on it, and now he was looking at what was left of his cookie suspiciously.

"So... it's rolling weirdness. There's no way of knowing it's like contagious or anything, right? I mean, is there even such a thing as poodle skirt cooties?"

"I don't know!" Sholeh said. "I'm asking you!"

"And you think I know everything about this place? I was just telling you a minute ago that this stuff doesn't hit in waves, and here I was wrong!"

Sparkle was flailing a little. Waving around that cootie cookie like he just didn't care.

"You've had more of the cookies," Sholeh observed. "You're probably going to end up in a back and white cardigan any minute now."

...Was she teasing him now? Just a little bit.

"Oh my god Sholeh don't you even joke about that! I don't think I've owned a cardigan in my life and I am not about to start that now!"

Maybe tomorrow. He had eaten a lot of the cookies.

"Maybe you'll be the one baking cookies tomorrow," Sholeh mused. She didn't have much in the way of 50's stereotypes to fall back on, so she was mostly using Sarah as an example. "No makeup, either."

"Blasphemy," Sparkle accused, pointing a finger at her. "Slander! I only leave the make-up off if I have something important to do! Cookies? Not actually that important!"

"You and I both know that the makeup and spiky hair don't mesh well with the cardigan sweater look," Sholeh said, shaking her head at him. "Tsk tsk."

"Oh yeah?" Great, Sholeh. Sparkle was now taking this as a challenge. "I bet I could make it work. I bet you, like, ten bucks I could make it work!"

That many dollars. Impressive, right?

"You're actually going to go out and get a cardigan sweater?" Color Sholeh intrigued enough to take that bet. "Deal."

=Make it twenty if he wears it all day!=

::Zeela, you're not helping.::

"I can rock any damn look you throw at me," Sparkle grumbled, arms crossed over his chest as he ate the rest of his cookie. Why not? If there was damage to be had, it was probably already done. "Sure, I'll get a cardigan sweater. Maybe even a tie or something. Why the hell not?"

It would be very punk-scene. Or... some unholy mashup of the two.

"And I'll just sit there and watch you," Sholeh retorted, shaking her head at him. "The one normal person left on campus, most likely."

"Right, because everyone here was so normal to start with."

Sparkle wasn't entirely convinced. He'd met the people here.

"Well, I won't be black and white or anything," Sholeh said. "I have a pretty good track record of getting skipped over when things go weird."

"Oh, yeah? You didn't get superpowers the other week or anything? I was fireproof."

Which had been awesome. If useless. Shut up.

"Bragging is kind of like taunting fate, isn't it?"

"Okay, I did get something like that," Sholeh conceded. "I mean the usual weird things, though. And I'm not bragging. I'm stating the--"

And now her clothing was collapsing in on herself. Because where Sholeh had been standing there was now a...fawn?

--truth.

There was silence, then. A long, kind of awkward silence that was broken by Sparkle, barking out a laugh, which turned into a cackle, that turned into a howl.

"Oh, god, Sholeh. That's priceless! It's like you were asking for it!"

Yeah, this was about his favourite day ever.

The fawn looked up at him with reproachful eyes--and then tried to headbutt him. Take that, laughing Sparkle-face.

Awww, tiny Sholeh-deer. You were just going to get laughed at even harder now, 'ess 'ooo is! 'Oos an adowable iddle Sholeh-deer? Huh? Huh?

Because really, that headbutt didn't so much as make Sparkle sway.

"Don't suppose you want some cookies now, huh?"

Sholeh stared up at him with the most disgruntled look possibly ever worn by a fawn....

Only to be replaced by a badger. One that just looked at Sparkle and bared its teeth.

Who was cute now, eh, Sparks?

"What the FUCK?"

Yeah. Yeah, that was Sparkle, scrabbling up to stand on the top of the desk.

And possibly throwing pencils at the goddamn wolverine-bear-skunk thing that just took the fawn's place.

"Baby deer are not fucking allowed to do that! Foul! Penalty! Time the fuck out!"

The badger was not impressed by your antics, Sparkle. In fact, it was just going to yawn, covering its mouth politely with a paw. Oh, were those giant claws sticking up from its paw?

HOW DID THOSE GET THERE, OOPS? TEE. HEE.

Yeah, Zeela, that was a stapler flying from the desk in your general direction. Enjoy that.

And Zeela!badger was just going to bat that flying staples out of thin air and then hiss at you. How you like them apples, hmmm?

Face it, Sparks. The badger could take you.

Edited 2012-12-07 05:26 (UTC)

Well, duh. Because it was a badger. If Sparkle had giant fucking claws, he'd be able to take him, too.

"I can stay up here for days," Sparkle informed the badger. "Even if I go black and white, I'll at least have cookies up here to eat. When'll you get hungry, huh?"

Because it was going to take some convincing for him to want to take her back to his room and care for her, at this point. Sparkle kind of liked his skin. He was less fond of idle threats.

The badger hissed at him again and then laid down on the floor. A moment later, there was a puppy looking up at him with great, big eyes.

Were you going to deny a puppy, Sparkle? Really?

"Cheater," Sparkle grumbled. "Why the hell do you get to be three animals, anyhow?"

He stayed up there on that desk for a moment more, and then sighed and started to climb back down to the floor.

"You going to let me pick you up and take you out of here without going all badgerface on me?"

"Roo roo roo roo rooo (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KexXsL9nAq0&t=0m29s)," the puppy whined with what was probably the cutest puppy noise ever ~~recorded~~ made.

"Oh, god. You're gonna try to kill me no matter what shape you are, aren't you?"

Feet on the floor now, he stood and stared at the puppy for a moment more before sighing and bending down to pick her up.

"Okay, then. I'll feed you and all that. But no eating my cat or anything."

Oh yeah. Kill him dead. With the cuteness.

The cuteness of a wiggly puppy that just wanted to snuggle and lick your face. And then make disgruntled puppy faces at the taste of your makeup.

"Roo roo roo roo roo!"

...She was just going to keep making that noise until you loved her unconditionally, Sparkle. Badger and all.

Edited 2012-12-08 00:31 (UTC)

Sarah was watching the students with quiet, polite interest.

Although she was available, should anyone need any advice on how to snag that perfect date for a dance! That she knew a thing or two about.

I woke up and it was Thursday. How did that happen? It's been a very, very long Friday all freaking week.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Wild Roving, Thursday

Sign In!

Re: Sign In!

Re: Sign In!

Re: Sign In!

Re: Sign In!

Re: Sign In!

Lecture!

Re: Lecture!

Re: Lecture!

Poetry!

Talk to Sarah and Sparkle!

Re: Talk to Sarah and Sparkle!

Re: Talk to Sarah and Sparkle!

Re: Talk to Sarah and Sparkle!

Re: Talk to Sarah and Sparkle!

Re: Talk to Sarah and Sparkle!

Re: Talk to Sarah and Sparkle!

Re: Talk to Sarah and Sparkle!

Re: Talk to Sarah and Sparkle!

Re: Talk to Sarah and Sparkle!

Re: Talk to Sarah and Sparkle!

Re: Talk to Sarah and Sparkle!

Re: Talk to Sarah and Sparkle!

Re: Talk to Sarah and Sparkle!

Re: Talk to Sarah and Sparkle!

Re: Talk to Sarah and Sparkle!

Re: Talk to Sarah and Sparkle!

Re: Talk to Sarah and Sparkle!

Re: Talk to Sarah and Sparkle!

Re: Talk to Sarah and Sparkle!

Re: Talk to Sarah and Sparkle!

Re: Talk to Sarah and Sparkle!

Re: Talk to Sarah and Sparkle!

Re: Talk to Sarah and Sparkle!

Re: Talk to Sarah and Sparkle!

Re: Talk to Sarah and Sparkle!

Re: Talk to Sarah and Sparkle!

Re: Talk to Sarah and Sparkle!

Re: Talk to Sarah and Sparkle!

Re: Talk to Sarah and Sparkle!

Re: Talk to Sarah and Sparkle!

Re: Talk to Sarah and Sparkle!

Re: Talk to Sarah and Sparkle!

Re: Talk to Sarah and Sparkle!

Re: Talk to Sarah and Sparkle!

Re: Talk to Sarah and Sparkle!

Re: Talk to Sarah and Sparkle!

Re: Talk to Sarah and Sparkle!

OOC!