::Open RP - Nny minus Anger::

[waste-lock.livejournal.com]

The encounter with the Polymorph had left Nny feeling strangely placid. A nice feeling, and one he was interested in exploring. A quick search of the Ravenclaw common room turned up a stray joint, forgotten by one of his housemates... that was another way to relax, yes? Lighting it up, he wandered the halls randomly.

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Devi, for once out of her room, was quite surprised to run across Nny--he seemed to go out as rarely as she did. What was more surprising than that, however, was the unmistakable thing he was smoking. She gaped, and nearly dropped her books.

"Nny? Are...you okay?" And somewhere in hell, demons were ice-skating.

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"Devi?" A wide, almost goofy grin spread across Nny's face as he saw her. "Wow, hey." He held out the joint. "Want some?"

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Devi choked. This...couldn't be real. Nny, grinning? What the hell? Had he been cursed or something?

"Uh...Nny, don't take this the wrong way, but are you stoned?" As if the answer wasn't obvious enough, but...it was just too damn weird. It would be like finding Squee with a tittie magazine.

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"Well, it's, like, theoretically possible that I'm not, I suppose. But it's not very probable. And it'd be a total waste of pot if I wasn't."

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...Of all the things she'd never expected to hear out of Nny's mouth. BZUH?

"Um...Nny, where did you get that?"

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"Well, I am still a Ravenclaw, right? At least, technically. So I looked around in the sofa cushions in the common room. I knew I'd find something and I did." Another blissed-out smile. "And it's good, too."

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Well...okay, she couldn't fault the logic on where he'd found it, really. It was Ravenclaw, after all.

"And...you just decided to smoke it?" She knew Nny hated drugs of any kind, even medication. Still...this was definitely a novel sight, whatever else could be said about it. And he seemed so...happy, in a way she'd never, ever seen him.

What exactly are my choices here? she thought.

"...Oh, all right, give it here," she said, giving in.

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Giggling, he passed it to her. "I never realized it, but the walls here, the stone walls... ha, stone walls... they have all these little bits of mica in them. They shine."

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...

"Ooookay." Devi took a drag and coughed violently--she'd never been a smoker, and God this stuff burned. She passed the joint back to Nny and looked at the walls--they did indeed have mica in them. Huh.

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"S' just pretty is all, you know? Little things like that, they can be pretty."

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...And now he was talking about pretty? This was freaking surreal, and she wasn't even stoned yet.

"I think I'll try some more of that," she said, taking another drag. She had to admit, it was...nice, seeing him so happy, even if it was pot-induced happiness.

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"The stone in the different parts of the castle is different, too. Different stone, I mean. I wonder if it came from far away. Traveling stone..." That set him off giggling.

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Okay, she didn't know if the pot was strong, or if she just had a low tolerance, but the effects hit her like a freight train. One minute coherent; the next, warm and fuzzy.

"I...never noticed that," she said, giggling herself, albeit less manically. "Traveling stone...like the Rolling Stones?"

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"I don't know, I think I saw some moss down in the basement. I didn't gather any, though."

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That struck her as immensely funny, and she collapsed against him in a fit of pure, almost childish giggling. "...wow, Nny," she gasped. "That's...wow."

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"Deep, isn't it?" He began to sing in a very poor imitation of Bob Dylan. "How does it feeeeeeeeeeel... to be... something something something... Like a rooooooooooooolling stooooone...."

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That only made Devi laugh even harder, gasping for breath as she slung an arm around his shoulders. "Oh my God, Nny, dude, stop...I can't breathe." Of course that only set her off again. "I mean...you...and Bob Dylan...."

...had she just said 'dude'?

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"It would never have worked," he said with grave solemnity. "He's Jewish. I'm not. How would we raise the children?"

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"Raise 'em...oh God...raise 'em Jehovah's witnesses," she giggled. "Oh, wow, hey, the stone really is all...sparkly. And...sparklypoooooo."

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"It's not pink, though. Do you think the stone there has pink sparkles?"

[immunityordeath.livejournal.com]

"I bet...I bet the toilets have pink sparkles. No, no no no, you know what? I bet the Sparklypoopoopoo people shit pink sparkles!"

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Another spate of giggling, and Nny leaned against the wall, shaking his head. "My curiousity is not such that I would wish to discover the truth of that."

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"God, can you imagine it? It's...it's pink and sparkly and still smells like shit. Sparklyshit house." Devi leaned with him, shaking with laughter. "Whoa, your hair is really...spiky."

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"No, it's hairy," he corrected her. "I have some spikes. They're spiky. Spiky like really spiky things."

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"No, but, but look," she said, tapping her palm lightly on top of his head. "Spiky. Just not, you know, sharp and spiky." She rumpled his hair, giggling into his shoulder. "...I'm hungry. Are you hungry? I'm hungry. I want...I want Lucky Charms," she said, apropos of nothing.

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"Because of the pink hearts?"

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"Nah, I want the marshmallow balloooons. And...and maybe the rainbowy things too. Hey, whoa, whoa...my hand is like...a spider. But missing a few legs, and all the eyes."

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"And the fangs. Don't forget the fangs." He tapped the back of Devi's hand. "Can it shoot webs?"

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That set her off all over again. "I'm Spider-Man! Pshoooo!"

[waste-lock.livejournal.com]

"Gonna cover me in white sticky stuff?"

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That made her laugh so hard she literally couldn't talk. "I," she gasped, at last, "I thought that was your job."

[waste-lock.livejournal.com]

"You're the one with the +4 Webs of Bukkake!"

[immunityordeath.livejournal.com]

That was it--she just about fell over, sinking down to the floor and laughing so hard she was nearly crying. "Webs of bukkake? I don't...I don't think that's possible, Nny. Wrong consistency."

[waste-lock.livejournal.com]

"What? It's sticky and gets all over things and gunks up your hair. Are you the bukkake police now?"

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Devi poked him in the kneecap. "What if I am?" she asked, snickering. "HANDS UP AND STEP AWAY FROM THE BUKKAKE."

[waste-lock.livejournal.com]

"The academy for that must be interesting, although I hope Steve Gutenberg isn't involved."

[immunityordeath.livejournal.com]

"Oh God. Bukkake Police Academy...would they have the guy who does the weird noises? And what would he be doing when he did?"

[waste-lock.livejournal.com]

"Or that guy with all the guns?"

[squeegeetodd.livejournal.com]

... What was that weird smell?

Squee poked his head around the corner and stared. Since when did Devi and the Crazy Neighbour Man smoke? And what the heck were they laughing about?

He was Not Asking what the word 'bukkake' meant. He still had mental scars from the Girl Band-Aids incident.

[immunityordeath.livejournal.com]

Devi caught sight of Squee first.

"Squeegee!" she said, still giggling. "Oh my God, c'mere, Squeegee, this is awesome!"

[squeegeetodd.livejournal.com]

Disturbingly cheerful Purple-Haired Lady. Approach with caution. Squee slooowly walked over, eyeing Devi warily. "... What're you doing?"