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azurelunatic) wrote2012-11-06 11:51 am
azurelunatic) wrote2012-11-06 11:51 am
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In which Miss Lunatic's Korman influence is showing
Our players, most of whom have already been introduced earlier in the story:
Max, a Fire Mage college student
Chad, His Friend (not special friend though)
Neil, His Roommate (Max's, not Chad's)
Thomas, a Resident Assistant and a Douchebag
Various Firefighters
Chad's room had a much more interesting, if aesthetically worse, view than Max's room. Max's room faced the mountains, which was an objectively nice view, but a painting would have looked just as nice on that wall, and not included any of the obnoxious sun in the eyes factor.
Chad's window looked out over the parking lot and even had a decent view of the courtyard near the main doors if you angled yourself just right. Max was thus perfectly positioned to see what went down when a late-arriving student got parked in the red zone for more than fifteen minutes.
The ticketing was only to be expected. Someone, who looked like a parent, came back out to the car before the cop left, and angry gesticulation ensued.
The cop, and from Max's angle it wasn't clear [who it was] which cop, didn't seem to be having any of it. The parent got up into the cop's face.
"Seriously, check this out," Max told Chad. "What we are witnessing here is a confrontation with the strong arm of the law."
Chad popped over to the window and they watched the events transpire. The parent got up into the cop's face. The cop stood firm. The parent stayed up in the cop's face. Suddenly the parent was bent over the hood of their car, and the cop was frisking with what looked to be pretty substantial vigor.
"Gotta say, Law's arms look pretty strong," Chad said, as the parent did something hinky and was brought back into line by the cop.
A full-on big firetruck pulled up behind the car in the red zone, lights on and sirens going. A whole stampede of firefighters in full gear poured out and double-marched into the dorms.
"I gotta know," Chad said. Max agreed, and they left Chad's room and headed for the elevators and front stairs to see if there was anything to be seen.
There was clangorous banging as a whole team of firefighters in full gear trompled out of the elevator and dispersed across the floor. Max pulled Chad back into the nook of the stairs and let them pass, then followed at a curious distance.
The firefighters descended upon a room and tried the door handle. It was locked. "That's my room," Max said. One firefighter ungloved a burly hand and produced a keyring. The lock yielded, and there was Neil lounging in bed smoking a cigarette.
"What!" Neil protested. "You can't know that I was smoking! Who ratted me out?" He cast his gaze around for someone to blame, and his eye fell upon Max. "He's the rat!" Neil yelled, and pointed. "That snitch set me up and called me in! I don't smoke! I've never smoked! You'll never take me aliiiiiiive!"
With that, he attempted to dive out the window, but couldn't manage to work the latch. The giant hand of a firefighter caught him by the scruff of his t-shirt.
"Don't fuck with the smoke alarms, stupid," the firefighter said. He plucked the cigarette from between Neil's nerveless fingers, pinched the business end of it out, then plopped it into Neil's open can of beer.
Thomas appeared on the scene. "DEMERITS!" he yelled, looking wildly around at the assembled scene.
"I would like to establish that I had nothing to do with this," Max pointed out.
"You dirty finknoodle!" Neil yelled, still dangling from the fireman's massive fireproof glove.
"I'm not interested in assigning blame," Thomas said, which was a transparent lie as he immediately turned around and said "Twenty demerits for everyone involved!"
"I don't think firemen get demerits," Max put in.
"Forty for you, [lastname], for being a wiseass," Thomas said.
"So basically I'm being punished for my curiosity," Max said. "I was helping Chad blow shit up when I saw the fire truck arrive. If we'd stayed in his room none of this would be happening."
Thomas straightened the collar of his untucked college support staff polo shirt fussily. "Oh, I wouldn't say that, [lastname]," he said, smiling unpleasantly. "I believe it takes a community effort to live and work as a healthy community, and not a collection of ultimately irresponsible individuals. To that end, roommates will be sharing responsibility for each other's actions."
"You can't do that!" Neil said.
"Five demerits for talking back," Thomas said. He made a note on his clipboard and eyed the firefighter speculatively.
"I wouldn't," the firefighter said, looming. The boots easily put him at six foot five, dwarfing Neil's just barely over five and Thomas's five and a half.
Max shut his mouth hard and concentrated. Did Thomas have a cellphone in his pocket? Cellphones had batteries. It wouldn't even be dangerous. Half the fire department was already there.
Chad grabbed Max by the elbow, distracting him. "Nice to meet you guys, I need to go finish blowing my shit up," he said.
"Nobody is exploding anything in this dormitory," the lead firefighter said.
"Not like that, I have an air mattress," Chad said, rolling his eyes. "It's been real. Come on, Max, your dumbass roommate needs some time alone to cry or whatever it is that babies do when they've been told they can't do something anymore."
"Screw you, I am not a baby!" Neil yelled, and lunged for Chad. He was brought up short yet again by the firm grasp of the firefighter, who had still not let go of his t-shirt.
Max allowed himself to be steered away.
Max, a Fire Mage college student
Chad, His Friend (not special friend though)
Neil, His Roommate (Max's, not Chad's)
Thomas, a Resident Assistant and a Douchebag
Various Firefighters
Chad's room had a much more interesting, if aesthetically worse, view than Max's room. Max's room faced the mountains, which was an objectively nice view, but a painting would have looked just as nice on that wall, and not included any of the obnoxious sun in the eyes factor.
Chad's window looked out over the parking lot and even had a decent view of the courtyard near the main doors if you angled yourself just right. Max was thus perfectly positioned to see what went down when a late-arriving student got parked in the red zone for more than fifteen minutes.
The ticketing was only to be expected. Someone, who looked like a parent, came back out to the car before the cop left, and angry gesticulation ensued.
The cop, and from Max's angle it wasn't clear [who it was] which cop, didn't seem to be having any of it. The parent got up into the cop's face.
"Seriously, check this out," Max told Chad. "What we are witnessing here is a confrontation with the strong arm of the law."
Chad popped over to the window and they watched the events transpire. The parent got up into the cop's face. The cop stood firm. The parent stayed up in the cop's face. Suddenly the parent was bent over the hood of their car, and the cop was frisking with what looked to be pretty substantial vigor.
"Gotta say, Law's arms look pretty strong," Chad said, as the parent did something hinky and was brought back into line by the cop.
A full-on big firetruck pulled up behind the car in the red zone, lights on and sirens going. A whole stampede of firefighters in full gear poured out and double-marched into the dorms.
"I gotta know," Chad said. Max agreed, and they left Chad's room and headed for the elevators and front stairs to see if there was anything to be seen.
There was clangorous banging as a whole team of firefighters in full gear trompled out of the elevator and dispersed across the floor. Max pulled Chad back into the nook of the stairs and let them pass, then followed at a curious distance.
The firefighters descended upon a room and tried the door handle. It was locked. "That's my room," Max said. One firefighter ungloved a burly hand and produced a keyring. The lock yielded, and there was Neil lounging in bed smoking a cigarette.
"What!" Neil protested. "You can't know that I was smoking! Who ratted me out?" He cast his gaze around for someone to blame, and his eye fell upon Max. "He's the rat!" Neil yelled, and pointed. "That snitch set me up and called me in! I don't smoke! I've never smoked! You'll never take me aliiiiiiive!"
With that, he attempted to dive out the window, but couldn't manage to work the latch. The giant hand of a firefighter caught him by the scruff of his t-shirt.
"Don't fuck with the smoke alarms, stupid," the firefighter said. He plucked the cigarette from between Neil's nerveless fingers, pinched the business end of it out, then plopped it into Neil's open can of beer.
Thomas appeared on the scene. "DEMERITS!" he yelled, looking wildly around at the assembled scene.
"I would like to establish that I had nothing to do with this," Max pointed out.
"You dirty finknoodle!" Neil yelled, still dangling from the fireman's massive fireproof glove.
"I'm not interested in assigning blame," Thomas said, which was a transparent lie as he immediately turned around and said "Twenty demerits for everyone involved!"
"I don't think firemen get demerits," Max put in.
"Forty for you, [lastname], for being a wiseass," Thomas said.
"So basically I'm being punished for my curiosity," Max said. "I was helping Chad blow shit up when I saw the fire truck arrive. If we'd stayed in his room none of this would be happening."
Thomas straightened the collar of his untucked college support staff polo shirt fussily. "Oh, I wouldn't say that, [lastname]," he said, smiling unpleasantly. "I believe it takes a community effort to live and work as a healthy community, and not a collection of ultimately irresponsible individuals. To that end, roommates will be sharing responsibility for each other's actions."
"You can't do that!" Neil said.
"Five demerits for talking back," Thomas said. He made a note on his clipboard and eyed the firefighter speculatively.
"I wouldn't," the firefighter said, looming. The boots easily put him at six foot five, dwarfing Neil's just barely over five and Thomas's five and a half.
Max shut his mouth hard and concentrated. Did Thomas have a cellphone in his pocket? Cellphones had batteries. It wouldn't even be dangerous. Half the fire department was already there.
Chad grabbed Max by the elbow, distracting him. "Nice to meet you guys, I need to go finish blowing my shit up," he said.
"Nobody is exploding anything in this dormitory," the lead firefighter said.
"Not like that, I have an air mattress," Chad said, rolling his eyes. "It's been real. Come on, Max, your dumbass roommate needs some time alone to cry or whatever it is that babies do when they've been told they can't do something anymore."
"Screw you, I am not a baby!" Neil yelled, and lunged for Chad. He was brought up short yet again by the firm grasp of the firefighter, who had still not let go of his t-shirt.
Max allowed himself to be steered away.