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Room 302, Tuesday Morning
Mar. 20th, 2018 03:44 pmRight, so. At some point on Saturday, Jason had gone to get something out of his closet, fully expecting a deluge of Lucky Charms. Because yeah, he'd handwavily already been to a Common Room at that point and found out about that charming (pun intended) little bit of Fandom Weirdness.
What he got, instead, was a cartoonish leprechaun who somehow managed to manhandle him into a barrel. A barrel. Which was then promptly stuffed back into the closet. Where he'd been for two days.
Don't ask questions about how he managed without food or water, or bodily functions, or any of that nonsense, though. Somehow it was all fine.
You know, except for the part where he'd been crammed into a barrel for a couple days, there.
In any case, he'd finally managed to tip the damn thing over and force the closet door open.
"... What time is it?" he wondered. "... What day is it?"
[ooc: I COULD NOT RESIST THE CALLBACK ESPECIALLY SINCE I HAVE A RANGER ON THE ISLAND AGAIN. anyway, this was supposed to happen Sunday morning but Life Happened at me, so. Open for the roommate or anyone who might have heard the loud thud of a barrel stuffed with a teenage boy falling over.]
What he got, instead, was a cartoonish leprechaun who somehow managed to manhandle him into a barrel. A barrel. Which was then promptly stuffed back into the closet. Where he'd been for two days.
Don't ask questions about how he managed without food or water, or bodily functions, or any of that nonsense, though. Somehow it was all fine.
You know, except for the part where he'd been crammed into a barrel for a couple days, there.
In any case, he'd finally managed to tip the damn thing over and force the closet door open.
"... What time is it?" he wondered. "... What day is it?"
[ooc: I COULD NOT RESIST THE CALLBACK ESPECIALLY SINCE I HAVE A RANGER ON THE ISLAND AGAIN. anyway, this was supposed to happen Sunday morning but Life Happened at me, so. Open for the roommate or anyone who might have heard the loud thud of a barrel stuffed with a teenage boy falling over.]
Wooded Unexplored Area, Saturday Evening
Dec. 16th, 2017 07:30 pmJason was still relatively new to the whole heroing thing, so he wasn't quite sure if there was something in particular he was supposed to be doing right about now. Roaming around town looking for stuff to fight had worked okay with the sharks, so he figured that was probably a good start. A bit more within his skill set than hanging out in the library doing research, anyway.
[ooc: for one in particular, but can be open, sure!]
[ooc: for one in particular, but can be open, sure!]
OH MY GOD, is that Jason Scott????
May. 5th, 2017 01:14 pmTwenty three years and some odd months ago, interdimensional head in a tube Zordon of Eltar recruited a team of teenagers with attitude to fight against evil space witch Rita Repulsa. There is a Jason Lee Scott in that story, but it's not this Jason.
( JASON SCOTT IS HERE )
( JASON SCOTT IS HERE )
