((Closed RP))

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Malcolm had left a long time ago. Grant wasn't sure how much time had passed. He'd just been standing outside the popcorn room, staring at a small gap between two floor tiles. He wasn't thinking about the floor, the room, or anything else. His mind was as blank as a sheet of paper.

The scientist would have stood there for much longer if he hadn't been distracted by the squeak of sneakers on stone. He looked up and saw a familiar face, a man in tennis whites carrying a racquet. It wasn't that Grant knew Dieter personally, but everyone knew The Naked Guy of Ravenclaw by sight.

Dieter paused and gave a consoling half-smile to the stranger. "Somebody you know in there?" he asked.

"I think so," Grant replied. He'd faced dinosaurs, monsters, and millionaires, but there was nothing in the world that was going to get him to go and check that plaque for himself.

The tennis player shrugged. "It happens. A friend of mine, he's in there. He said that he thought he might be going home."

Grant realized that he knew who Dieter was talking about. "And it doesn't bother you that your friend is now snack food?"

Another shrug. "It does. But what can I do? He's in there. I'm not, so I do what I do. And I lay off the popcorn." He bounced a tennis ball off the floor. "The people in there wouldn't want us to stop living out here."

If that wasn't right off a sympathy card, Grant didn't know what was. A rather Hogwarts-specific greeting card, but still. And if he was going to stand around and talk about popcorn, it wasn't going to be with this guy. He re-adjusted his hat and gave Dieter a curt nod. "Have fun with that," he said, and walked off to find somebody else to talk to.

::Closed RP - In search of a Room::

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[[May stray into NSFW territory]]


Not our room.

Near still couldn't believe he'd said that. Was he really thinking that he and Mello might...? What a thought.

But he did need a room. The house elf he'd chased down to fetch cigarettes for Matt had told him that he only needed to claim one that appealed to him, and there were certainly plenty in the same corridor.

He began peeking into unoccupied rooms.

Application: Ssillissa, Larklight

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The door opened, and Ssillissa slipped into the sorting room. She glanced around, not recognizing her surroundings, and shrugged. Although Larklight no longer had its original alien gravity generators, it was still a large, strange house. She must have gotten turned around somewhere, she decided, and opened the door to get back to some part of the house she recognized.

A hallway, very different from the one she’d just left and far to long to be in Larklight, stretched off to either side. Ssil stepped carefully back away from the door, a shiver running all the way down her spine to the club at the end of her tail. Something very strange was going on. She carefully examined the room, looking for some clue as to what had happened. The sunlight at the window suggested that she was on a planet, which just made the situation weirder. Last she’d checked, she’d been orbiting Earth somewhere beyond the moon.

Besides going out into that unfamiliar hallway, which, for some reason, she was really not ready to do, the only remotely productive thing to do seemed to be to fill out the application.

( Application for Ssillissa )