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[Day 1] Dorm Life
Topic Started: Sun Nov 15, 2009 8:45 pm (1,067 Views)
Trowa Barton
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Wasn't he using enough antiperspirant? Trowa surreptitiously sniffed his armpits. He'd been expecting a typical Quatre glompfest, but didn't get more than a polite handshake. Perhaps I've spent too much time at the circus, and we've all grown distant again.  He sniffed the other arm. Or maybe I just smell like sweaty horses.  Good thing they were all in school together then; Trowa didn't want to lose that feeling of family he'd once shared with all of them. This would be a great place for male bonding. He definitely needed to throw a keg party...just as soon as he found his dorm room. Pulling out the paper with his room assignment, he unfolded it and handed it over to Quatre.  "Maybe you can help me find my room. I can't read any foreign languages, and this is all in British."

No time to worry about that now. Everyone was comparing their schedules. Trowa whipped that out of his pocket too and took a look.

Ancient Druid Culture
Flower Arranging 101
Aqueous Basket Weaving
Theory of Astrology
Creole Language
Animal Husbandry
History of Feminism
English
Twentieth Century Musicals
Flute and Harpistry
Geomorphology

Maybe he shouldn't have let Cathy choose his courses. Hopefully it wasn't too late to switch a few of these. When would he have time to learn rocket science if he was busy arranging flowers? At least he had a couple classes with Quatre and one with Heero.  "What are you taking, Wu Fei? Anything with harps or geraniums?"  It would be great if they could take all their classes together. There was nothing worse than being alone in a strange country taking weird courses with strangers. Speaking of weird strangers, where was Duo?  "Has anyone heard from Duo lately? I haven't seen him in ages, and I wonder if his course load is as bad as mine."

There was a sound of billiard balls clicking in a room nearby.  "Hey, maybe there's a pool table around here. If I remember correctly, shooting pool with someone was one of my RP goals on a previous board."  Oh, whatever happened to all those simple dreams of the past?

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Duo Maxwell
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Duo was still hanging out at the pool tables, wondering if he should scope out some company or just wait for somebody to show up. But he'd just noticed the awesome rice ball emoticons to his immediate left and he just had to click one. :excite dance:

HOLY SHIT!

Well, now that that was out of his system he could get back to his lonely game of pool. He leaned his head back and yawned loudly, arms stretching behind him. Hell, he was tired. He had a feeling he'd end up skipping a lot of classes. He wasn't really a follow-the-schedule type of guy. What was his schedule again? He shifted and tucked the cue under his arm as he dug his schedule out of his back pocket and peered at it critically. The braided pilot leaned down and pressed his schedule to the pool table, smoothing the wrinkled paper out with his hands.

High explosives 201
Explosives 201 Lab
Interstellar Law
Fire Safety 115
Intro to Pyrotechnics

Well that didn't sound like much fun. He sighed and shoved the paper back into his pocket. Maybe there was a bar around this campus somewhere. Duo ran a hand through his bangs and leaned back over the table, fingers wrapping around the wood handle as he aimed along the cue. 14 in the corner pocket...
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Quatre R. Winner
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"Ah. Don't tell me. Sally Po asked you to join Preventers, too?"

Quatre blinked and peered around Trowa to see Wu Fei. He smiled and gave him his friendliest, most 7-year-old-girl wave. Also known as a "wavie" by most popular standards.

"Hey, Wu Fei!" He exclaimed brightly in greeting. Then he scrunched up his nose at the mention of Sally po and the Preventers. What did Preventers have to do with anything? Suddenly it occured to him that perhaps they were being monitored at that very moment by Preventer agents in the guise of normal students. His eyes flit from one guilty face to another. Two male students walked by at that moment, noticed their group and hurried off whispering to one another.

In fact everyone seemed to be staring. Quatre was pretty self conscious about those sorts of things and immediately began to feel tense. Why was that group of girls over there taking pictures of them with their cell phones? And why did the last straggling group of soccer fanboys avert their faces and gazes upon eye contact.

"Would you two mind if I examined your course schedules--er, programmes?"

The blond looked from the suspicious bystander students to Heero. Why was he so intent on seeing everyone's class schedules? He narrowed his normally wide greenish-blue gaze at him and studied his body language closely. Heero seemed tense. Maybe this was the Japanese boy's attempt at small talk...?

"Maybe you can help me find my room. I can't read any foreign languages, and this is all in British."

"British?" Quatre soon found himself in possession of Trowa's room assignment sheet. He looked peered down at it in attempt to read the illegible scrawl that had been messily scribbled across it. "What on Earth...?"

He turned it upside down. He turned it to the side, held it at arm's length, close to his nose then huffed. If this was "British" then he was doomed to be lost in translation here in London. Seriously, back during the war everyone knew how to speak Japanese. Why, now that the world was liberated from war, were there suddenly different dialects and languages? What was this world coming to...?

"I can't really make out the numbers," he admitted in defeat before handing back the paper to Trowa. "I really don't understand a lot of the British slang terms. I have a book upstairs that we could use to try and translate this note. For instance, did you know that a 'barking spider' is a term used to describe one's a-"

"What are you taking, Wu Fei? Anything with harps or geraniums?"


It was probably best that they didn't let Quatre ramble on too much, anyway.

"Has anyone heard from Duo lately? I haven't seen him in ages, and I wonder if his course load is as bad as mine."

Otherwise he might say or do something that could get him into trouble.

"Hey, maybe there's a pool table around here. If I remember correctly, shooting pool with someone was one of my RP goals on a previous board."

Oooh, pool! Quatre had never played pool before. He had, however, seen Tom Cruise play pool many times in "The Color of Money" and it seemed cool enough.

Though he would never be able to effectively play. He could barely reach over the edge of the table.

"Yes, we should get things moving and visit Duo. For some reason he is hiding out just behind this small section of wall. This way, guys!" He skipped scampered made his way around the corner and to the pool table where Duo was brooding and being generally Duo-ish.

"Hello, Duo!"
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Zhang Wu Fei
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"Would you two mind if I examined your course schedules--er, programmes?"

Wu Fei gave Yuy a blank look as he wondered how the Jap could have stayed off his radar, but scowled at the sight of Yuy's outstretched hand.

"As a matter of fact, yes," he said and pressed the campus information booklet to his chest.

"What are you taking, Wu Fei? Anything with harps or geraniums?"

"Hm."  He crossed his arms over his chest, the booklet firm in his hand under his left armpit.  "I am taking this opportunity for schooling more seriously than that."


Very 'more seriously', indeed:

Meta-ethics
Discourse Analysis
English
Martial Arts: Qi Gong
Music Education: Clarinet


Wu Fei was determined to become an agent to fight injustice with the Law on his side; accordingly, his set of courses made perfect sense. He'd had some doubts about taking Discourse Analysis, but since all people ever did was talk, he would be a fool to dismiss any insight on stultiloquy he could get. The other courses, he expected, would not give him much difficulty.


The conversation, fortunately, did not dwell on his schedule and moved on to more excitable subjects – Maxwell. Wu Fei's cue to leave.

"All right," he said to no one in particular, "I have a dorm room to find."

With that, he disappeared in the throng.

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Heero Yuy
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"As a matter of fact, yes."

Heero scowled. Good ol' Chang. He'd forgotten how completely stubborn the other pilot could be. Well, he'd just have to hack into the school's database and determine Chang's schedule himself. It wasn't that he really wanted to break the rules and spy on his former teammates, but this was a matter of intergalactic security. Heero did have a moral obligation to remain at a heightened state of alert against possibly fictitious perceived threats to the overall student population here at ICUP.

That and he wanted to get an early start in crossing things off of his goal list.

As Barton began to babble about botany and other such bullshit, Heero mentally complimented himself on that impressive display of alliteration. He was running through all of the exciting ways in which he could breach the college's network security infrastructure when Winner's girlish voice caught his attention. "...blahblahcupcakesblahblahpursesblahblah Duo." Wing's pilot immediately scanned their general area for signs of his idiot sidekick, and when Winner began flouncing off in the direction of the pool tables Heero followed. The braided wonder was shooting pool. At least, that's what Heero assumed he was doing. He wasn't a particular expert nor fan of tabletop sports. "Hello, Duo!"

Heero noted distantly that they had gained one Chang and were now less one Chang and was vaguely disappointed. It was always much easier to deal with Maxwell when their Chinese counterpart was around for him to annoy and exchange oh-so-witty banter. So, without further ado, Heero stepped out from behind Winner, glared at the American, and greeted him like an old war buddy.

"Maxwell. Give me your schedule."

Ah, just like old times...
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Duo Maxwell
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Duo, deftly ignoring the fact that he was line-jumping Trowa in posting, because he was excited about getting some interaction in this thread, had been in the middle of aiming ball 14 into the corner pocket. When he heard the shrill but familiar squeal of his name, he jumped, startled, and the cue slammed into the lower quarter of his intended target, sending 14 hurtling into the air. He heard it hit the floor as he whirled around, his lower back pressing against the edge of the pool table. His heart had somehow ended up in his throat. He swallowed it back down.

"Quatre!" he blurted, visibly relaxing and putting on a cheeky grin. "You scared the hell outta me.." He ran a hand through his bangs and straightened up, taking a step forward with the intent of greeting his friend with either a handshake or a hug, but paused when Yuy stepped out from behind Quatre. Well damn if somebody wasn't a sneaky bastard still. Friendly greeting and everything. Just like old times.

"Maxwell. Give me your schedule."

Duo blinked in the middle of surveying his old comrades from head to toe. They didn't look much different from the last time he'd seen them. "My schedule?" He stared at Heero's tie blankly. "Oh! You mean this thing." He pulled the crumpled piece of paper back out of his back pocket and held it up. "It's kind of a mess, watcha need it for?"

It was then that he noticed Trowa Barton loitering around as well. Well, let's just assume he noticed him because Trowa decided to follow the rest of the gang. We won't know till his post shows up. No, this is not godmoding, maybe Duo just has x-ray vision and can see Trowa through the wall he had yet to walk around.

Duo lifted a hand in a greeting wave, at the same time moving the wrinkled schedule out of Heero's reach when he made a grab for it. "Yo, Trowa! You’re all here, huh? So where's Wu Fei?" He kept his attention fixed on the Heavyarms pilot, as if he hadn't noticed he'd pulled his schedule out of Heero's reach.

Just wait, ladies and gents! Duo has thrown the proverbial gauntlet!
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Trowa Barton
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Oh, yes; Trowa was here, if only because he still couldn't make out the room number on this sheet of paper. It was probably 203, or 303, or 333, but he'd check them all out later in any case and see which room was empty or had a pretty girl or guy in it he might want for a roommate.

"Yo, Trowa! You’re all here, huh? So where's Wu Fei?"

"He said something about taking opportunities for finding dorm rooms more seriously, or something like that."  Honestly, who listened to Wu Fei? He was always moody and brooding, and Trowa had decided sometime back that it was better to leave the war and its accompanying Weltschmerz in the past. He preferred surrounding himself with happy types now, like Cathy and Kenda and Quatre. It was too bad, though, that Waffles had left before Trowa could tell him how much he loved his signature. He'd always loved brassiere humor, but he'd probably mentioned that elsewhere anyhow.

"Shooting pool?"  Awesome. Trowa could go for a game of snooker. He could find his dorm any time, and grabbed a cue off the wall.  "Rack 'em up."

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Quatre R. Winner
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"Rack 'em up."

Rack 'em up? Quatre looked around the now mostly empty common room for any racks upon which to torture someone. Sort of like the one he saw in the Tower of London the day before during his tour of the city. Alas, no rack was available. Quatre had no idea Trowa was into those sorts of things.

To occupy himself with something else to do, he approached the pool table and peered into nearest corner of the table. There was a hole there. He tilted his head to get a better angle of the hole, and saw faintly within a round object. Hesitantly he forced his hand into the hole and retrieved a solid orange ball with a 5 on it. He grinned. There was another ball in there. And another.

Oh wait, there were balls in all of the holes. He began digging them out like an excited puppy, then set them in a neat heart shape on the green velvety table.

It was just like Easter egg hunting.

From now on he wanted to be the designated ball-getter.

Man, this post is beginning to seem mighty useless.

After making certain the heart shape on the table was perfectly center and symmetric Quatre took a step back to give the others some room and leaned against the back of a nearby couch to watch.

Now, I know what you're thinking. Why on the Moon is Quatre such a dummy all of a sudden? Well, here is the thing. He is brilliant. He possesses a brilliant mind for strategy and statistics, is great with people and is a prodigy in every sense of the word. However, without a task he tends to default to a basic, half-way moronic state. It is simply for the lulz. Don't worry, because in the face of disaster he'll become his good-old obnoxiously cute and strategic pilot self again. In the meantime, however, he had defaulted to the spot behind the table to watch whilst thumbing through a copy of "The Pocket Guide to British Colloquialisms" for a quick study.

"Cor love a duck," he read quietly to himself.
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Trowa Barton
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Oh, damn...all the g-boys had to justify their idiocy from now on? Quatre was setting a dangerous precedent, and Trowa's explanation would probably take all day. Let's just say he'd fallen from a trapeze and landed on his head several months ago, and leave it at that.

But wasn't Quatre so darn kyoot, though? Rounding up all the balls like on an Easter egg hunt? That kind of thing was going to look pretty silly when he was in his 50's, but right now it was darned adorable. Maybe Trowa would room with him, if his own room turned out to be crappy. It was always good to hang out with the rich kids anyway. Trowa might need a car or some clothes later on, and he didn't have Doktor S' credit card anymore.

"Cor love a duck..."

What was that Quatre was mumbling?  "Trowa love a lion. And an elephant. And occasionally a sheep. Heero, you want to break?"

We now return to whoever was going to post here before Trowa rudely interrupted.

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Heero was in all honesty far too lazy to go back and address every single post between this and his previous one, so he summarized in his head the events which had taken place:

1. Maxwell's ADHD had flared up, preventing the acquisition of another class schedule.
2. Barton wanted to play pool--specifically, he had asked Heero to "break." Seeing as Heero's training had abstained from explaining the finer points of tabletop sports, Heero was going to assume that "breaking" meant destruction of the table, though for what purpose he hadn't the foggiest idea. It seemed to him that destroying the table would certainly inhibit their game.
3. Crack posts were now expected to be accompanied by some sort of quasi-logical explanation for the crack which they contained, and Heero wasn't certain that he could abide by that new declaration.

Glancing around at the other pilots, he noticed that some were holding long wooden sticks, so he grabbed a solid-looking one from a nearby rack on the wall, walked over to the table, and surveyed the different colored balls in its center, arranged in a heart-pattern. From the little bit of television he'd seen over the past few years, Heero was reasonably certain that the heart formation was not a standard pattern, but who was he to judge?

Heero squared his shoulders, took a deep breathe, and raised the pool stick high over his own head, bringing it down on the table with a very loud 'crack.' It snapped and the other half rebounded off the table, flew across the room, and embedded itself into the wall beside a poster of a happily-smiling football player and his cheerleader girlfriend proclaiming 'Sex Can Wait--Masturbate!'

Heero bolted from the room. Hell if he was going to get expelled before Maxwell!

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Edited by Heero Yuy, Sat Nov 21, 2009 5:56 pm.
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