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If anyone had been passing by the popcorn room, they would have heard the popping sound that usually accompanied a student abandoning popcorn kernaeldom. Inside, a very thin man with black hair lifted his hand up to his eye level and peered at it suspiciously. What appeared to be butter dripped off his finger, and a curious lick revealed that yes, L was covered in butter. It was on his shirt, which had been white at one point but was now a light shade of yellow, and it dripped off the hems of his jeans onto his bare feet. He had butter between his toes.

"......Why butter? Why can't it be frosting?"

Date: 2007-07-08 03:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] doctorkilljoy.livejournal.com
A little ways down the hall, a 16mm projector wound to life to display what looked like a surgeon from the early 1900's made entirely of light. He "Hm"d to himself and removed a notepad and pencil from one of his pockets.

"So that's what that room is for..." he muttered, making a note and generally not paying much attention to the lad.

Date: 2007-07-08 04:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] doctorkilljoy.livejournal.com
"Tell me, boy," Killjoy said as though he didn't notice the stare. "Were you encased in the popcorn? Or was it a transformation? Do you have any memory of your time there?" He was genuinely curious and ready with the pencil. Being transformed into popcorn...the effects on a person's psyche would be fascinating.

Date: 2007-07-08 09:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] doctorkilljoy.livejournal.com
"A pity," Killjoy sighed. "I should like to learn more about this place." The notepad and pencil vanished as he clasped his hands behind his back. After a moment, the uniform vanished as well, and he was wearing a suit instead. "And by that, I mean this whole school. It's a very strange place, and that, I'm afraid, is putting it mildly. I recently saw a young man with a wolf's head in the Sorting Room, though I did not stop to greet him. I'll admit I'm avoiding the talking hat; it makes me rather nervous."

Date: 2007-07-08 05:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] battlefranky36.livejournal.com
Franky was carrying a huge package, probably some new weapon to test, down the hall when he saw L. He had been hoping that he wouldn't run into anybody until there was sufficient room to show off. Maybe if he acted like he was busy, he'd be left alone. "Oi, oi! Move out of the way, kid! This is dangerous stuff!"

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