WART #120

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"Dude. Come on, we talked about this, you agreed already!" Brenda gave Jaime a nudge.

Jaime nudged her back. "Nuh-uh. I said I was gonna check out the equipment. And I did. It's all clear. You're sure, right? So I'm just gonna--"

"Yeah?"

"Um." He sighed. "Okay, fine, I'm just gonna sit down over here." He started shuffling through a stack of CDs.

"Good, 'cause I saw one I wanna start off with last time we were here!" Brenda pulled down a stack of CDs and found the one she wanted third disc down. She put on Me and My Shadow, the Robbie Williams version. "That one's for you, pal."
( Welcome to WART, El Paso style! )

Brenda looked over the now-decimated stack of CDs. "Wow. I can't believe we played the whole thing," she chirped. "This has been a blast, folks. We've been your hosts for this evening, Brenda and Jaime - "

"Wait, one more thing." Jaime grabbed another CD. "Um, this is for Lola. From me. Because, well, you know." Before he could waste more air time or lose his nerve, he put in Angel on My Bike by The Wallflowers and sat back, grateful that no one could tell how red his ears were over the radio.

"Awww. Jaime, that's so sweet! I can't think of a nicer note to end the show -"

"HOLD ON A SECOND!"

And suddenly, Tomo came charging in, having found the radio station by a combination of sheer luck and house-elf extortion.

She shoved Jaime aside and grabbed the mike. "Hey, Hogwarts! This is Tomo Takino, coming to you live on White Day! Did you forget? I bet you did! Only know one guy who actually remembered to follow through out of this whole place!"

"HEY! NO SHOVING MY FRIEND!" Brenda grabbed the microphone back from Tomo. "And this is not for you to advertise your crazy-ass made-up fake "Send Chocos to Tomo" holiday!"

Jaime opened his mouth to speak, but then reconsidered and decided to let Tomo dig her own grave. Which she did as she promptly grabbed the mike back. "IT IS NOT MADE-UP! IT'S A LEGIT HOLIDAY! You're just mad because you didn't get any chocolate today!" she added cheerfully.

"Oh, here it comes," Jaime muttered.

Yes, it does. The windup, and the pitch. Brenda's open hand met Tomo's cheek with a ringing SLAP. "I'm mad 'cause a total idiot busted in here and wrecked a perfectly nice night - yo, hero boy, feel free to jump in here anytime!"

"WAUGH!" Tomo stumbled back, slipped on a couple of notes that had fallen to the floor and promptly crashed to the floor herself. Hard. "...ow..."

Jump in and do what, kick the human speed bump on the floor? Jaime shook his head and covered the mike with a hand. "Yeah, well, you asked for it, Fido," he told Tomo before turning back to the mike. Sorry, he mouthed to Brenda. "Uh, please ignore the crazy and feel free to call - uh, Floo in any requests. We'll be here."

"I'm okay!" Tomo called out weakly, still face down on the floor.

"Physically, anyway," Jaime muttered.
((Forgot to add, Tomo-smackdown TOTALLY done with permission - it was the mun's idea in fact! It was just time for one.))

Library - [Open RP]

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The library here is one of the more impressive that L has had the opportunity to set foot in.  The detective is in a seat with a pile of books, perched in a sort of crouch, with the book on the table in front of him.

One of the surest ways to find information is in print- if someone went through all the trouble of creating, editing, binding, printing a book, then at some point they must have believed what they were saying.  There are errors, of course, but on the whole he considers them more factually reliable than anything available on the internet.  Which he is doing without, until Matt and he have a chance to go acquire electronics.

Until then, the detective can be found reading.

::Open RP : Annoying Alliteration Abounds

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Sorted.

Well, A had gathered a few things from his sorting. He had a place here, and there were things to be learned. B was here, and was not an atom less vicious.

And he was here. And approved.

Although really, A wasn't sure if that was another of his visions or not. It wasn't always clear. This place wasn't clear, not yet, but figuring it out was clearly the task at hand.

He crept through the halls, shaken somewhat by the unprecedented freedom. He was to find a place called Hufflepuff...