Room 227, Saturday night
Sep. 23rd, 2007 12:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
blessed_twiceWyatt had been none too pleased when he reached into his backpack and came out with a handful of shaving cream. Glittered shaving cream. It had to be Bridge or Anders who was responsible, and the glitter pointed to Anders. Unless Bridge was cagey enough to plant the glitter to frame Anders. . . . Nah.
Obviously, revenge was called for. He didn't want to, say, release a thousand crickets in the room, since Bridge had to sleep there, too. So instead he snuck into 227 while Anders and Bridge were out. He used a little TK to pull open Anders's underwear drawer, and some more TK to float the contents to the sink and turn on the water. (He certainly wasn't going to touch another dude's underwear.) When everything was good and soaked, he TK'd the pile into the freezer in 225.
After a few seconds thought, he opened up the freezer and tossed in a handful of glitter as well, then wandered out of the room to see what was going on that evening.
Obviously, revenge was called for. He didn't want to, say, release a thousand crickets in the room, since Bridge had to sleep there, too. So instead he snuck into 227 while Anders and Bridge were out. He used a little TK to pull open Anders's underwear drawer, and some more TK to float the contents to the sink and turn on the water. (He certainly wasn't going to touch another dude's underwear.) When everything was good and soaked, he TK'd the pile into the freezer in 225.
After a few seconds thought, he opened up the freezer and tossed in a handful of glitter as well, then wandered out of the room to see what was going on that evening.
