When Stasis returns from patrolling she finds a package leaning on the wall near her door, with a note on it reading "Hey Torquemada, whaddya say?"
Curiously eyeing the package, she opens it, and inside finds a number of DVDs. The entire Mel Brooks movie collection.
Scrawled on a note inside the package is the following.
I figured you could use something to watch the next time you were waiting for the feeling to come back in your feet and toes.
Enjoy,
Hey you
A package for Stasis
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"Hey Stasis, right? Stasis Kiss?"
She looks up as she walks by the office, not recognising the voice. One of the admin staff anyways, standing up behind her desk. The novice tanker drifts a little closer to the glass partition and pokes her nose into the office proper.
"Ayuh? That's me." What had she done now? A quick ransack of memory didn't pull anything likely up to the surface so it couldn't be that bad. Nothing broken anyways.
"A box was left here, addressed for you. It was kind of bulky so I had Mr. Barton take it down to your dorm."
Yeah. She hunches her shoulders and nods. Her dorm. On the books obviously and what is she going to do, argue about it? Neh.
"Okay. Thanks, heyla? I'll go get it now."
Class isn't for another ten minutes. If she hurries she can get there before the bell rings.
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Stasis picks up the package, thoughtfully weighing its heft in one hand as she puzzles out the note tucked inside. A bark of laughter escapes her at the signature.
"Yeah, yeah, you a funny boy Broadway." She looks at the movie collection with bemusement. What is she going to do with this anyways? Sure enough not taking this back to Faultline either; not like Thorn Mages have a sense of humor or even working electricity for the most part. All spell fire and chanting, interspersed with lots of fanatical prayer and fasting. Not even a working popcorn maker she's sure.
She looks at the door to Q5. Yeah. Well. She's already here.
She walks in with only a twinge of guilt. The other girls won't mind, she hopes. She'll leave it on the bed and figure out where to stash it later.
She looks up as she walks by the office, not recognising the voice. One of the admin staff anyways, standing up behind her desk. The novice tanker drifts a little closer to the glass partition and pokes her nose into the office proper.
"Ayuh? That's me." What had she done now? A quick ransack of memory didn't pull anything likely up to the surface so it couldn't be that bad. Nothing broken anyways.
"A box was left here, addressed for you. It was kind of bulky so I had Mr. Barton take it down to your dorm."
Yeah. She hunches her shoulders and nods. Her dorm. On the books obviously and what is she going to do, argue about it? Neh.
"Okay. Thanks, heyla? I'll go get it now."
Class isn't for another ten minutes. If she hurries she can get there before the bell rings.
__________
Stasis picks up the package, thoughtfully weighing its heft in one hand as she puzzles out the note tucked inside. A bark of laughter escapes her at the signature.
"Yeah, yeah, you a funny boy Broadway." She looks at the movie collection with bemusement. What is she going to do with this anyways? Sure enough not taking this back to Faultline either; not like Thorn Mages have a sense of humor or even working electricity for the most part. All spell fire and chanting, interspersed with lots of fanatical prayer and fasting. Not even a working popcorn maker she's sure.
She looks at the door to Q5. Yeah. Well. She's already here.
She walks in with only a twinge of guilt. The other girls won't mind, she hopes. She'll leave it on the bed and figure out where to stash it later.
"So pay attention to me; I don't talk for my health."
"I want you on my team."
"... So does everybody else."
"I want you on my team."
"... So does everybody else."