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[patheticvillain]

I need help with a project.

private } zane, barron, & the non-existent philip (because hope springs eternal)

I'm bored. When are we actually going to do something interesting?

spam } open

[Cassel spends most of his time, even now, out on deck and in the gardens. He looks extremely worried and vulnerable, which is 25% calculated and 75% natural - he's not very good at hiding his emotions yet. As always, he wears gloves, and appears constantly on the lookout for attack.]

[Alternately, find him trying fruitlessly to break into your cabin. Seriously. Any cabin. At all.]



( ooc; cassel is eight, responses will come from brothermayi. )

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[notdreaming]

What kind of project?

spam

[jumpeduplittleshit]

[His cabin - for reasons unknown - is a hotel room. James doesn't question it too much. He woke up next to a pretty girl, after all. But when he catches some prat working at his door knob, he scowls. He doesn't yell, doesn't want him running off.

What he does do is come up behind him, quiet as he can, to grab at his shoulder and spin him around.]

What the hell do you think you're doing?

spam

[flamelesshellion]

[Kevin blinks when he hears the scratching of someone doing something to his door. He slides off the bed and peaks out.]

What are you doing?

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[tinywitch]

What sort of project?

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[venturemistborn]

'Interesting'?

[princelingofpuzzles]

I didn't know we were assigned projects here. Why didn't I get one...?

[spam]

[clockworkflower]

[Lilith has already discovered that the red door to room 5-15 is self-locking, and that she has a key and a sonic device of some kind that will both open it; she's certain without knowing why that the little dark boy won't succeed in cracking it. So she aims the device and clicks the door open under his hands.]

That one's my room. You can come in if you like though.

[sharpememory]

Why are you older than me? [Wee!Barron is not impressed and kind of assuming that Cassel may have transformed him.] I still do stuff with you, but this isn't fair.

spamarama

[dogwalksyou]

[Cassel has probably been trying this one for awhile. Sadly, the old, well-polished hardwood door carved in a cascade of seven-pointed stars actually requires a magical key. He makes very little progress until suddenly the door swings open of it's own accord, and a little black puppy of indeterminate breed barrels out of it and smacks right into him.]

Oops! Sorry.

[She doesn't seem really sorry. Her tone is brightly excited and her tail is wagging very fast as she clambers back to her feet.]

[watchwatchwatch]

[Henry used to like people. Everyone thought he was a sweet kid, smart, polite, and well-liked. That was only a year ago, but it still seems like a long time.

The point is, normally he'd walk around a corner and see some kid trying to break into his room and shout but be more curious than angry; now, he sees it and it's like some switch in his head flips.]

Hey! Get away from that! [He already has his baseball in his bare hand, fingers white-skinned around it as he runs down the hallway before the kid can get away.]

[namedcain]

[Cass is on the deck, too.

More accurately, she's on the railing of the deck. Balancing on her hands. Like you do.

When she sees Cassel, his nervousness is so obvious it's like he's screaming it and it hurts a little, to see someone she feels like she knows looking so scared. So she switches to one hand, bringing the other up to wave at him and give him a big smile.]

[darknightdamsel]

[Barbara is finally coming back - home? - to change out of her costume when she spots a tiny child trying to pick the lock. She stops, eyebrows arching and hips cocking.]

Aren't you a little young for breaking and entering?

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[intelligently]

What project?