Open RP: Ray and Fraser fall into the common room.

[youreafreak.livejournal.com]

So, Ray had been having a good day, and a bad day. First, he'd gotten locked into a room with his partner by a girl who totally had it comin', now.

That's bad.

Then, he figured out he got locked in because someone'd figured out they both had the hotness goin' on for one another. Huh, crazy, right? A bent Mountie? Who woulda thought? Heh. Now all he had goin' on was a Ralph Wiggum voice going 'I bent my Mountie'.

heheh.

Oh, right. That's good.

Then, just as they were about to go for the good stuff, they got out of the secret passage they were stuck in and tumbled, ass-first, into the Gryffindor Common Room, both of them in rather obviously... rumpled clothing.

Uh. That's bad.

Of course, they were closer to a bed now. That's good...

((ETA: The last thread goes NSFW.))

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[themountie.livejournal.com]

--Well, that was useful. Fraser decided he should learn how to do that, for, you know, the next time he was trapped in a dark tunnel. Hmm, speaking of spellwork... He drew his wand and accio'd one of the pokers from the fireplace, which he quickly wedged against the hole. That seemed like it would hold, and now he had less chance of getting his hand cut off. Excellent.

He set off after Dogen, casting about for the Stetson. He was right: it wasn't too far down the passage, sitting innocently fifty feet or so inside.

[specialhat.livejournal.com]

Hat! A rangery hat! How cool! But no straps. No wonder it had fallen off.

Dogen wandered over to it (his usual unit of movement was the wander - even in close quarters he never seemed to be paying much attention) and picked it up. "This is it?"

[themountie.livejournal.com]

Fraser waited patiently for Dogen to retrieve the Stetson. Well, perhaps slightly less patiently than he might normally -- he kept glancing back out the tunnel at Ray, trying to see what the detective was doing out there -- but relatively patiently anyway. When Dogen finally reached it, he looked back and nodded. "Ah, yes. Thank you kindly."

[specialhat.livejournal.com]

Yay! He wandered back to Fraser and offered him the hat, pleased to have been helpful without getting distracted partway through. He was mostly sure. Pretty sure. Well, anyway.

Now there was just the little ball of fire to deal with. It was harder to make fire go away than it was to start it, so.... "I'll put this with the rest of the fire," he decided, then sent it into the fireplace. And... was there anything he was forgetting now? He couldn't remember.

[themountie.livejournal.com]

Fraser carefully replaced the hat and followed Dogen out of the tunnel, pulling the poker with him as he exited -- apparently, just in the nick of time, for as soon as he pulled the poker out, the wall closed up again. He blinked at it, then shrugged and pulled absently at his lanyard. "Hm." Hopefully, Dogen had satisfied himself in there.

Following Dogen to the fireplace, he watched him with the fire, impressed. "That's quite a trick, son. Would you mind teaching me to do that?" He eyed Ray. "Er... later, maybe?"

[specialhat.livejournal.com]

Dogen, teaching? And anyway if Hat Man was psychic, wouldn't he already know how to do pyrokinesis? If he wasn't, why would he ask? "Um." He fidgeted a little, then looked at the fireplace like it would have advice for him.

It didn't. And of course Monaco wasn't around, but then Monaco was just a baby cat and was French in his head anyway, so he wouldn't be any help. "I guess. It's not hard to set things on fire. Stopping fire is harder. Brains don't work like that I guess."

[themountie.livejournal.com]

"No, I... suppose not," he agreed, a bit distractedly. Now that he had his uniform all together, he was starting to think about getting it off again. Which of course was totally inappropriate to think about around a child! Realizing that, he quickly turned back to Dogen, tugging at his collar. "Well, ah, of course, there is always the tried and true method," he added with an anxious smile. "I find a bucket of water does wonders, personally."

He shot another glance over at Ray and adjusted his hat. "I... wonder if you might excuse me? I need to walk my dog. My wolf." It wasn't a lie, exactly.

[specialhat.livejournal.com]

....why would he have to ask? Was there a reason Dogen might not excuse him? 'Might' was like 'not sure'. He'd missed something. He was always missing things. "Um. Sure. Okay. I have to talk to my cat." Well. As soon as he found Monaco. And if he could convince the kitten to think in English at that point. Anyway, the kitten was always very definite about things, which was nice.

"'Bye." He waved a distracted good-bye to Hat Man and wandered away, eventually getting re-distracted by the fireplace.