chirpchirpchirp: (Surprise)
Vette ([personal profile] chirpchirpchirp) wrote2018-11-01 07:13 am

Outside the Offices in the School Hallway, WAY Too Early Thursday

Okay, so Vette was a girl on a mission. With that whole hatchet quest going on, she had discovered two things the other night. First, that the teachers were taking this stuff seriously - she was going to be picking confetti from weird places for days - and second, that one of the offices had puppies. And Earth puppies were dumb and adorable, and that she needed about twelve.

So she had broken back into the school. The locks here were kind of comically simple, after all. There really wasn't anything stopping her from just wandering in any time she liked. This morning she was making her way back down the hallway to Zack's office, and then was just pausing outside, listening for the telltale sounds of wiggly puppies within.

... What she heard inside was not puppy sounds. She squinted a little, picked the lock again, cracked the door open just slightly, and peered inside.

A good dozen chickens peered back.

"Nope."

And then Vette was closing that door again.

Dammit.

[OOC: Expecting one!]
seriesofbaddecisions: (focused)

[personal profile] seriesofbaddecisions 2018-11-02 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
"It won't have a fake body in it so I already like it better than the last one," Sabine decided, starting towards the room. "Want to try the lock this time?"

Maybe she needed practice?
seriesofbaddecisions: (listening)

[personal profile] seriesofbaddecisions 2018-11-02 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
"Nice job," Sabine said, watching her work.
seriesofbaddecisions: (dramatic from below)

[personal profile] seriesofbaddecisions 2018-11-02 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
"I know," she said. Not firsthand, but it wasn't like she'd been hanging around doing nothing before coming here. "What've we got in here?"
seriesofbaddecisions: (i mean)

[personal profile] seriesofbaddecisions 2018-11-02 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
"Better than blood," Sabine pointed out, looking around for trip wires or anything. "I guess the desk is obvious..."
seriesofbaddecisions: (like it is)

[personal profile] seriesofbaddecisions 2018-11-02 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
Sabine shrugged. "Obvious, but we also don't know what we're going to find in here," she pointed out, cautiously walking towards the desk.
seriesofbaddecisions: (suspicious)

[personal profile] seriesofbaddecisions 2018-11-02 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
When nothing between the door and desk exploded or went off, Sabine went around to the other side of the desk and very slowly started opening a drawer.

And when nothing happened there, she opened it the rest of the way and found herself staring at a drawer full of... spiderwebs?

"What."
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[personal profile] seriesofbaddecisions 2018-11-02 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
"No way it's a real spider. Not in this whole game." She hoped. She had nothing against douders, but she didn't want to be wrong. "Impressive work, though."
seriesofbaddecisions: (here we go)

[personal profile] seriesofbaddecisions 2018-11-02 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
"True," she said, trying to get a look. "Anything?"
seriesofbaddecisions: (ooh?)

[personal profile] seriesofbaddecisions 2018-11-02 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
"Let's see the inscription," Sabine said immediately, they had been burned before.
seriesofbaddecisions: (tiniest of smiles)

[personal profile] seriesofbaddecisions 2018-11-02 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
"Worth the grossness?" Sabine grinned, carefully placing the fake hatchet in the drawer and trying to cover it more with the webs to look like it hadn't been disturbed.

Of course there was also the question of there being two people and one prize.
seriesofbaddecisions: (okay)

[personal profile] seriesofbaddecisions 2018-11-02 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm open to that." Sabine didn't really need to prove anything with a prize unless someone directly challenged her, at which point she had to prove a point. "It's no fun if we win now, anyway."
seriesofbaddecisions: (listen up)

[personal profile] seriesofbaddecisions 2018-11-02 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
"The birds?" Sabine teased. She had to.
seriesofbaddecisions: (talking)

[personal profile] seriesofbaddecisions 2018-11-02 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
"Not without my helmet." It had a purpose! A purpose of not getting pecked to death. "All right, murder room it is."

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