Room 307, Thursday afternoonish

[forgottenpants]

Pete was in a positively gleeful mood.

He also still had a crossbow bolt sticking out of his forehead just underneath the brim of his hat.

He'd just been expelled, and he couldn't be happier.

He was packing away his meager belongings and debating whether or not it was worth it to try and bring the laptop so he could play more Oregon Trail on his ride home, all while whistling "Turkey in the Straw" cheerfully to himself.

[ooc: door and post is open for your last chance to interact with Pete Hutter before he rides off into the sunset. Be aware, if he didn't like you, he will mock you greatly, since he knows he never has to see you again.]

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[cat-in-the-box.livejournal.com]

"What are you whistling about?" Schrodinger asked.

He could hear it up in his room.

[forgottenpants]

"Well, if it ain't the lying ass of a girly cat-boy!" Pete grinned, and the crossbow bolt wobbled. "I'm getting outta here!"

[cat-in-the-box.livejournal.com]

"Dang. I was looking forward to making your life miserable."

[forgottenpants]

"Oh, I'm sure a guy like you is used to disappointment."

[cat-in-the-box.livejournal.com]

"Disappointment is only a problem for impatient people."

[forgottenpants]

"You just tell yourself whatever you need to to keep getting up in the morning."

[cat-in-the-box.livejournal.com]

Schrodinger tilted his head to the side. "And what do you tell yourself to keep getting up in the morning?"

[forgottenpants]

"That's for me to know and you never to find out because I am out of here!"

[cat-in-the-box.livejournal.com]

"You've got an arrow in you," Schrodinger said.

[forgottenpants]

"Goes to show what you know." Pete picked up the holster for his piece and gave it a good huff and polish. "You damned Germanic freak."

[cat-in-the-box.livejournal.com]

"Guilty as charged," Schrodinger said, approaching Pete. "You don't mind if I play with that, then?"

[forgottenpants]

"What?" Pete glanced up from his polishing. "Y-y-you mean my piece?!"

[cat-in-the-box.livejournal.com]

"No. The arrow. In your head."

[forgottenpants]

"I'm afraid I have no idea what you're talkin' about."

[cat-in-the-box.livejournal.com]

Schrodinger rolled his eyes and leaned forward to twist the arrow in Pete's head.

[forgottenpants]

"Ow! Now you cut that out!" Pete reached out to shove Schrodinger back, the crossbow bolt remaining lodged in his forehead.

[cat-in-the-box.livejournal.com]

Schrodinger grinned ferally at Pete and pounced at him, faster than any human had a right to move.

[forgottenpants]

Pete eeped and struck out with something big and heavy.

[cat-in-the-box.livejournal.com]

Schrodinger caught the hit across the skull and flew into the wall.

There was a very nasty audible CRACK as his neck snapped.

[forgottenpants]

Unfortunately, all the jerking around on the crossbow bolt had had a negative effect on Pete as well, and his eyes rolled up in his head and he collapsed over backwards.

[http://users.livejournal.com/weissguy_/]

Weiss came into the room. "Heading home for the holidays?"

[forgottenpants]

"Home forever!" Pete grinned, the crossbow bolt wobbling with every word. "I just got expelled!"

[http://users.livejournal.com/weissguy_/]

"Dude. What'd you do to get expelled?" Weiss asked. He glanced at the arrow. "Never mind. Don't want to know."

[forgottenpants]

"Apparently, duelin' is against the rules."

[http://users.livejournal.com/weissguy_/]

"Yeah, they're kinda crazy about that killing people thing around here. Completely lame, I know," Weiss deadpanned.

[forgottenpants]

"I know! How's a man supposed to settle his arguments if he can't shoot the other guy?!"

[http://users.livejournal.com/weissguy_/]

Weiss's tone wasn't dry -- it was arid. "No idea. What's the world coming to, really?"

[forgottenpants]

Pete was as immune to Weiss' tone as he was to the arrow in his head. "If this is the future, I don't wanna see it."

[http://users.livejournal.com/weissguy_/]

"Well, good luck, dude. Have fun... shooting people," Weiss said.

[forgottenpants]

"Oh, don't worry, I will!" Pete looked at the laptop again, then picked it up and held it out graciously to Weiss. "And Merry Christmas."

[http://users.livejournal.com/weissguy_/]

"Dude... thanks," Weiss took the present. "Let me... one second." He put the laptop on his bed and flipped open his trunk. "Ah. Here we go. Some of the stuff in here came with the trunk and I think you're going to need it more than me..." He held out a small leather kit. "For polishing steel. I think it was my great-grandfather's."

[forgottenpants]

Pete's eyelids fluttered as he held back what just might be tears. "Why . . . that's mighty kind and generous of you, Eric. I don't know what to say."

[http://users.livejournal.com/weissguy_/]

"Let's not get emo, dude," Eric said. "Room 307 is a no-emo zone."

[forgottenpants]

"I don't know what that means, but I'll be sure to abide by it in my last remaining moments as a resident of this room."

[http://users.livejournal.com/weissguy_/]

"I appreciate it. Well, uh, I'll just be on the bed listening to tunes. Let me know if you need help with anything," Weiss said.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter wandered by and stopped, doubletaking at the very welcome sight of an arrow in Pete's head.

[forgottenpants]

"Well, if it ain't the nancy-boy. I look forward to never having to see you again!"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Never seeing....

"You're leaving?" Yes, Walter looked pleased.

[forgottenpants]

Pete did a happy dance. "I got expelled! I'm going home!"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Outstanding!" Walter exclaimed. "And Happy Christmas to me!"

[forgottenpants]

"Just glad we never got around to a rematch, eh, Wally? Because you knew this time, I'd end you!"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter chortled. "You weren't even a warmup for fighting a marshmallow."

[forgottenpants]

"Well, if that's the sort of fight that you regularly get into, I can see whereas you had some trouble fightin' me."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"You were such an amazing disappointment." Walter said it without rancor, eyes following the bobbing arrow in Pete's forehead. "I didn't even bruise my knuckles laying you out."

[forgottenpants]

"I was merely lettin' you warm up, but then you left."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"You were unconscious."

Bob. Bob. Bob.

[forgottenpants]

"That's what I wanted you to believe!"