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[Day 2] Room 202
Topic Started: Thu Dec 3, 2009 3:58 pm (641 Views)
Quatre R. Winner
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It was obvious the two had been drugged, though Quatre was unaware of what could have caused it. After googling their symptoms and Cathy's sudden lust for him he concluded it was Methylenedioxymethamphetamine, or Ecstasy. After they had calmed some and passed out he made sure their heart rates and breathing were normal, that they were well hydrated and situated in his bed before curling up on the opposite bed himself. Poor Trowa and Cathy, Hopefully they wouldn't remember the night's proceedings. He was sure Cathy would be terribly embarrassed to know she was in her underwear in front of the campus police, though he was pretty sure Trowa could have cared less that he was nude and making his escape via elephant-back in a 'high speed chase' lasting 3 minutes at 24km/h.

At least they were safe, secure and so far out of trouble.

With thoughts of class completely forgotten, and faint pink rays of the sun peeking through his window he curled up on the opposite bed and tried to catch a few hours of sleep before his busy first day.

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Trowa woke up on Day 2 after the awesomest dream anyone had ever had, ever. He was the Masked Clown, a crime fighter above and beyond any other, who saved a blonde prepsicle from an evil dark lord's magic ring by capturing the mystical flag of Saruman using an oliphaunt and a ballerina.

The rest of the magnificent dream sort of faded into umbra as he slowly awoke and discovered he was in...where the hell was he, come to think of it? None of this looked familiar. Like some kind of dorm room or something. But he wasn't in school; he was a circus clown, and...no, wait. He was  in school now. Yes, he remembered. ESUN wanted to brainwash him or something to make sure he was safe for democracy, or something or other.

"Hmm...why does my head hurt? And what are all these mystery bruises from?"  A better question was why he was in bed with his sister.  "What the hell...?"  Trowa leaped out of bed as if he could see the cooties jumping off her. What had he done last night?

"Quatre, did I have sex with my sister last night?"

Maybe it was a good thing he couldn't remember a damn thing. There were some places you just didn't want to go. Fortunately Cathy was still asleep, so Trowa wouldn't have to write her post too. That would be too exhausting first thing in the morning on a day like this. Oh, why had she followed him to school? Everything would be fine and he could happily let the nice professors reprogram him into a mindless automaton if only she'd stayed home at the circus. He'd done that schtick before, after all. He could easily return to the emotionless robot he'd been in the war if that suited ESUN better for some reason.

Speaking of mindless robots, didn't they have a class this morning?  "Where are my pants? My schedule was in one of the pockets, I think, and I'm probably late for something this morning."  He should probably skip class when feeling like this, but it would provide more opportunities for crack if he went.

"What classes do you have this morning, Quatre?"  Oh, look! There was his schedule, over there. Trowa unraveled the wrinkled paper and took a gander at his course load.  "I've got Twentieth Century Musicals in another half hour, followed by English."

That meant he'd have to wake his dimwit sister since she had the same classes. While Quatre wrote his reply, Trowa lightly shook Cathy just enough to suggest he was doing it, but not quite enough to actually effect any change.  "You're my witness, Quatre. I tried to wake her."

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Quatre was asleep through most of Trowa's talking, but somehow managed to crack open one eye just as his friend said:

"You're my witness, Quatre. I tried to wake her."

"Huh..." He pushed himself to a sleepy and rather crooked sit on the opposite bed and began to rub his eyes wearily. He wasn't sure how long he had been asleep but he knew it wasn't long enough.

"You're naked," he pointed out plainly, assessing the situation. He recalled the night before vividly. There wasn't much you could forget. It was entirely memorable. "You should borrow some of my clothes until we find your stuff. You can't wander the halls in the nude, the campus police probably have a warrant out for you, and people might recognize your di-" ACCCHOOOOOO! He covered his face with a hand and sneezed. It had been pretty cold the night before, and he probably had a case of Hamthrax, but that was yet to be determined.

He sluggishly pulled himself up to a stand and found his steamer trunk that held all of his personal belongings (complete with cute travel stickers from Timbuktu, Djibouti, Mali and Albuquerque) and fished out a pile of clothes for Trowa to borrow. He could decide what that would be.

"We have class... don't we?" What was today? He needed some coffee.

"We should let Cathy sleep, she should be safe here for now. We can come back later to check on her." Though they probably never would. What with Treize wandering the halls and their comrade's plans of exploding the campus- there was a lot to do.

Within fifteen minutes he was changed, freshened up, teeth brushed and hair perfected. He grabbed his man bag, plugged in his cell phone of destruction or whatever it was, since its battery was dead, and grabbed his textbooks and violin case before shuffling off with Trowa - hopefully, if he was clothed - to their next class.

"The musicals course is almost over, I guess we better get to English first."

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But why couldn't he go to class stark naked? These clothes were chafing him, and Quatre's longest pair of Dockers still looked like capri pants on Trowa.

Oh, well. To English class it was. Hopefully no one would notice the giant hobbits wandering around somewhere nearby, and with any luck they wouldn't recognize Trowa and come trumpeting into class after him.

"I wonder who our English professor is? I forgot to check."

Maybe it would be Dorothy! She could speak English. Whoever it was, he hoped there wouldn't be much homework. He really needed to get back to investigating just what it took to be a professional crime fighter.

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Quatre had decided after traversing halfway across campus that he should check on Cathy and make sure she hadn't suffered a visit from DEATH. He hoped that if she had, he would get there before rigor mortis had set in otherwise getting her dressed before calling the police would be difficult...

He worked his way up the steps of the dorm and, just before getting to his dorm room spotted a particularly flat and aggravated-looking Wu Fei standing beside the hall window.

"Hello, Wu Fei! How are you doing? Is your dorm room on this hall as well?"

There was no response. Quatre frowned and sidled up beside the former pilot, eyeing him closely. Wu Fei seemed to be in a deep trance or state of meditation, staring forlornly out the window to gaze upon the parade of elephants that were passing down the street just below.

"Are you all right, Wu Fei?" Quatre asked. He set a gentle hand on his comrade's shoulder and nearly jumped in shock at the sensation of hard, brittle, thin bone beneath his fingers. Why, he felt as if he were made of nothing but cardboard. When was the last time Fei had eaten? Was he fasting in some sort of Buddhist ritual? Or maybe he was trying to sustain himself on a grain of rice a day as a form of self punishment for his failures in the war?

Quatre's heart bled for him and, stifling a gasp, he grabbed the thin and frail arm of the flimsy Chinese boy and began tugging him towards his own room.

"You should lie down, you don't look so hot. Here, come lie down here I can make you some tea..." and feed you a bucket of lard ... "and maybe you should try a Turkish Delight."

After all, the magic of Turkish Delights were what made Instructor H so rotund.

He pulled Wu Fei towards his room and found that he seemed to weigh less than 8-10 ounces. He truly was sick! He hurried him over to his bed and tried to get him to sit, but his knees wouldn't bend. Horrified, he gently lie him down on his pillow and draped his covers over his tiny, flat body.

"You stay here a moment, Wu Fei. I have to see if Cathy is alive, and if she is maybe she will be able to make some hot soup to revive you..." He turned around and checked the bed where he and Trowa had last left her.
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Cardboard Wu Fei had never been treated so nicely. Normally people tended to ignore him. After being created he had been toted around from anime convention to anime convention set up as a display piece but, sadly, he was always overshadowed by the giant Yaoi cutout of Duo and Heero draped officially all over each other like a pair of obnoxious cherries, joined at the stem.

He huffed quietly to himself and watched as Quatre fumbled with his cracker thin torso, nearly snapped him in two, and then flopped him under the blankets. He frowned deeper than his usual printed frown. Why was the blond being so nice to him? He was only a carboard Wu Fei, why should anyone care about him?

And why hadn't the idiot noticed he was cardboard? The smell was simply unmistakable.

No matter, Cardboard Wu Fei was content to lay in this fluffy bed and be treated like the king of all cutouts. It was a privilege to sleep in Winner's bed, wasn't it?
I'm not cranky. Cardboard doesn't frown. Somebody stepped on my face and crinkled it.
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Cathy had awoken earlier and found the room empty. Good thing, too. She wasn't wearing any clothes, and couldn't figure out what the hell had happened to them. Fortunately she was an amazing seamstress, and immediately made a tutu for herself, as the material she had at hand was very limited. Hopefully Quatre wouldn't notice that one of his curtains was missing. Everyone at the circus had to do double duty at times; they were too small an operation to hire separate costumers and performers, so she often helped make the costumes. She was the one who'd made all the hobbit outfits for the elephants! That had taken a lot of drapes...erm...fabric. The tutu was very short, but no worse than what she normally wore around the circus.

Before putting it on, however, she decided to take a nice hot shower. Returning to the room in her brand new tutu that mysteriously matched Quatre's drapes, she found him approaching her bed. The blankets were piled up in a heap that might well have looked like there was a body under it, but she was currently peeking around the door.

"Good morning, Quatre. At least, I think it's morning. I haven't checked the clock. I wonder how long I was sleeping?"  She entered the room feeling chipper, the Ecstasy more or less totally expelled from her system.  "I feel like I've been asleep for a week, but I don't know why I'd feel so tired. I can't remember a thing that happened between the time my shuttle landed at Heathrow and the moment I woke up, although I knew I was in your dorm when I awoke. Did anything happen I should know about? Where's Trowa?"

She hunted around for her shoes, but couldn't find any. Oh well, she had another pair in her luggage, wherever that was. Come to think of it, where was she supposed to be right now? She couldn't remember where she'd left her baggage, or what dorm room was hers. Had she even reported to her own room? She sat down on the bed just to have a place to sit, when she noticed Wu Fei in the other bed.

"Good God! What's happened to him? He looks anemic!"

Now there was a serious candidate for some peanut butter soup, with extra crackers.

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"Urm..."

Maybe it was best that he didn't tell Cathy about the previous night's activities. He wasn't sure how she would take him telling her she had tongue banged him at a frat party so he opted to just pretend they had a bout of tea. Yeah, that's right. And someone slipped them all some Chamomile and next thing they knew they were passed out in his room. It could have happened. Chamomile is serious stuff.

"Good God! What's happened to him? He looks anemic!"


"I know. I am not sure what is wrong with him. He hasn't said a word. I found him like this in the hallway..." He eyed Cathy closely. Were those his fancy drapes? Well, the color suited her.

Though maybe he should dig up that old Gay Pride Outfit he had in his steamer trunk for her to borrow until they found her clothes? He had a few different ones. Maybe she would like to borrow the Union Jack outfit, since they were in Great Britain after all.

Nah. Maybe just a plain Quatre shirt to put over her bra. Boyfriend shirts were in style now, anyway.

He fished out a particularly pink one hand handed it to her before returning his gaze to Wu Fei.

"He is really sick. I wonder what happened to him. It is as if he is scared stiff, like he saw a ghost or something."

He pressed his finger to his chin and narrowed his eyes. "Maybe we should take him to the campus nurse?"

He nodded and looked over at Cathy. Trowa wasn't here, but his sister was just as decievingly muscular as Trowa was. (Amazing how thinning turtlenecks can be...) She could definitely help him carry Cardboard Wu Fei. Quatre was certain he had pulled something toting the poor guy the 20 feet into his dorm room, he wasn't sure he could carry him all the way to the Student Health building.

"Come on, I'll grab his legs and you can grab his arms. Be careful, though. They don't bend very well."
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Cardboard Wu Fei was feeling forlorn. Why did Winner even care about him? Why would be bother to go out of his way to take him anywhere. Nobody ever cared about him before. He never felt like he was friends with the young blond, and now all of a sudden he was worrying and fretting over him as if they had been childhood friends. It was sad, and it struck a hole in his cardboard heart. There was something bittersweet about this moment. So sad, in fact, that he felt a song coming on...

Except he won't, because he didn't have the appropriate accompaniment. Oh wellz.
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Oh.  My.  God.

There are moments in life when there really are no words. Broadway moments, we call them. Well, no we don't, but we'd call them that from now on. Why are you suddenly singing the libretto from the Lizzie Borden opera?  "I don't know! I was just having a Broadway moment!"  "?!"  In the months to come, there would be a lot of scary Broadway moments throughout the world as a direct consequence of the scene unleashed in Quatre's dorm room today, but fortunately there were police, clergymen and psychiatrists around the globe prepared to deal with it.

Cathy stared in stunned silence as the cardboard spectacle sang his little fibrous heart out, obviously enamored of the golden g-boy. Oh, how piteous the heartache that could drive a paper man to belt out a tune for the object of his obsession! Cathy had seen it a million times before in cheesy Harlequin novels, although it usually involved a secret nobleman, a weapon and a field of flowers. Made her cry every time it got to the romantic part, and this was no exception.

"Oh! That's so...sob!...so beautiful! He must really...choke!...really love you, Quatre! Awwwww!"

On another note—no pun intended—that boyfriend shirt is perfect! I think I'll put the main male character of my soon-to-be manga in that very outfit, only with the shirt tucked into the pants and a black Tohma Seguchi Amish hat on his head. Awesome!

But back to Cathy.  "Quatre, could it be that Wu Fei harbors a deep-seated infatuation for you? And maybe it was that which turned him into this pathetic cardboard version? If so, how do we break the spell and get him back to his cranky, ill-tempered, misogynistic self? He obviously needs help, and—"

Wait a minute. Why would they want him to go back to that ? Better to leave him as he was. Cathy stepped back and let Quatre lay the stiffy back down on the bed—oooh! A double entendre! If only Cathy could think of four more she could win that other mission, but unfortunately the Broadway moment had totally sapped her brain of all higher cognitive thought capability.

"So Quatre, what should we do today? Got any classes?"

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