Room 302, Tuesday Morning
Mar. 20th, 2018 03:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thatsweirdrightRight, 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.]
