MC Dorms: Sorry, We're Closed Take 2

[RedPiggy]

Pearl (runs up to pool): CANNONBALL! *jumps in, creating a massive tsunami, drenching everyone*

Kelly (waits for the water to slosh back into the pool, to Ed): Mind if we join you?

 

[The Count]

*Smiles at seeing Squeeky back here somewhat. *Takes a muffin with a big glass of milk and thanks Ailie.

 

[Muppet Newsgirl]

(gang is across town helping with the RHLC move)

Scooter: (checking clipboard) Now, that giant wall quilt with "Your Face" on it needs to go over there, the box of old Herald Tribunes goes in that corner, and - who's got the epergne?
Storyteller: (holding orange juice pitcher) Beige does - Beige, don't drop that or else we'll have nothing to serve donuts on!
Beige: (carrying epergne) So tell me why we're moving again? Something about sticky status?
Nora: (carrying "Your Face" quilt) Yeah, the club's new address will give it a little more permanency. I just hope we don't run into any turf wars with SWAEHB or any of the others.
Erin: (carrying box of IHTs) Don't sweat it, the worst that'll happen is a few sacrificed donuts and bagels. Does anyone know where that giant photo of Richard with the two Placidos got to?

 

[BEAR]

Sorry, it's been a while and I need to catch up (yet again). What is the purpose of this thread?

 

[The Count]

Bryan? *Welcomes his old friend. Yeah, it's kind of like what happened at the end of each year when the halves camped up on the dorms' roof.

Privately, I have some mixed feelings about this ol' place. Maybe I should fictionalize it... *Goes to leaf through Christyb's untold tomes.

 

[BEAR]

Bryan? *Welcomes his old friend. Yeah, what Rabbit said. Also, it's kind of like what happened at the end of each year when the halves camped up on the dorms' roof.

Privately, I have some mixed feelings about this ol' place. Maybe I should fictionalize it... *Goes to leaf through Christyb's untold tomes.

what do you mean? Send me a PM if ya want.

 

[The Count]

Sure... *Unfailingly, I fall asleep midway through.
Count stares up and counts silently.
Uncle D sits down nearby so he can jot down some notes, thinks about the blackness between the stars and how it was created by Mr. Turtle upchucking the universe into being.

Heh, y'think anyone will get that reference?
UD: Someone might...
*ZZZZ...

 

[The Count]

Mmm... *We serve ourselves some plates of waffles, Uncle D pours the syrup on mine. Thanks buddy.
*Spotting the hot lifeguard as she passes trying to get away from the bandleader... Thanks Spammy, these are delish.

 

[RedPiggy]

Cotterpin (amuses herself with what's left of the waffles while Kelly stumbles around): Hey, guess what? I got to sleep with Ed last night!

Kelly: O_O

Cotterpin: ... Okay, maybe that didn't sound quite right. But *yawns* I feel SO comfy now.

Kelly (grumbles): Even my own roomies get more sleep than I do. *sighs* Now my brother's mad because my mother called him at work to complain about the lack of sleep -- when SHE'S been getting HERS -- and I'm stuck having to struggle to get some sleep while making him realize it wasn't my idea to go off on a rant. For starters, if someone has enough energy to go off on a rant -- they got enough sleep.

Cotterpin: So, get some sleep.

Kelly: Rgggh. I would ... but I haven't eaten yet, either. I can't get comfy in bed if I'm starving.

Cotterpin: You know, Sprocket probably never caused this much drama.

Kelly: Sprocket could also fend for himself. These are puppies.

Cotterpin: Sounds like resentment, to me.

Kelly: NO! IT IS NOT RESENTMENT! It is LACK ... OF ... SLEEP! I am FULLY aware that they won't be puppies forever. All I have to do is survive the whiny needy period of their lives.

Cotterpin (grinning, because she's in a button-pushing mood): Still sounds like resentment.

Kelly (grinning, realizing Cotterpin's teasing her): Yeah, well, sounds like Sarah and Bear could use a new chew toy. You're about the right size.

Cotterpin: You wouldn't DARE.

Kelly: Aw, come on ... you let Sprocket lick you to death.

Cotterpin (quickly covers herself in chocolate): Look -- I'm poisonous!

Kelly (laughs and leaves, trying to get some shut-eye again)

 

[The Count]

*Whispering to Cotterpin: So, did she buy it?
Count: Should we tell her about the peanut butter?
No, we'll get in trouble for that.
Count: Fright.

*Goes off to do some scheming, setting Cotterpin back on her scooter, back on the ground.