CAMPUS WIDE EVENT: I SEE LONDON, I SEE FRANCE~

[intercom_voice]

[Everybody sees everyone's underpants!

By whatever sadistic, poltergeist-like conscious that ruled this place, everything that isn't undergarments has gone missing. Luckily for everyone, tank tops and socks also count as an undergarments, along with the usual.]

((ooc: event will last until the 20th~ available clothing are: socks, plain tank tops, underwear/boxers/etc. and bras. UNDERAGED CHARACTERS DO NOT HAVE TO BE AFFECTED, but if you want to that's fine too.

Have fun, tag your series title, and so on!))

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[fluffydeathdealer]

[The one blessing this nonsense had was that the Ring hadn't been snatched from his person. On the other hand, that also meant that he had to put up with Ryou's startled panicking. What a pain... and over such a pointless thing!

Tch, if his theory about the voice over the intercom being behind this shit was right, she was obviously just wanting a show. What a bitch.

But judging from the people he'd seen around... heh. Who knew, all it took to throw the world into chaos was semi-nudity! To hell with them all, Bakura was just going to chill in the library with some hot tea and read. He was halfway through The King in Yellow, goddammit, and no freezing cold lack of clothing was going to interfere with that.]

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

That must be one hell of a book.

[Sibyll isn't happy to be in her underclothes, but she still has her gun belt, so things could be worse.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Eh? [He looks up, glancing her over in one careless glance. Hm. Not bad. But then his eyes are back on his book. Mostly because she's still got her gun.]

Long time no see, Sibyll. It's not bad. Not as good as I'd heard, but still pretty okay.

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

What's it about?

small>[She leans in to peer at the book, then over at the tea. The steaming water is much more appealing. It is rather chilly.

Yep, she's going to reach out with one hand and delicately snatch the mug of tea. Curiously, Sibyll sniffs at it, then takes a sip.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Oy-!

[Tch... dammit, that was his tea. It's just ordinary milk tea with a little sugar and a tiny bit of cinnamon, but it's warm, and that's what counts.]

Tch... it's a collection of short horror stories from the nineteenth century. Mostly, it doesn't bother to explain what it's about. It's just 'stuff happens and it's usually things beyond human comprehension that did it'.

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

Mmm, this is good! What is it? [She continues to drink down the stolen tea. The Courier sways away from Bakura in case he gets any funny ideas about stealing his tea back.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

...you're serious? [No worries there! He's not exactly a germaphobe, but he's not too happy with the idea of drinking from the same cup as a woman who admitted her world is filled with radiation.]

It's tea, with milk and honey added in.

[wildcard_of_the_desert]

Have to remember to ask Ryou to make me some more later. If you ever let him out again. Suppose it's just as well that necklaces don't count as clothing. I don't want to give the poor kid a heart attack.

[She shrugs and drinks down the rest of the tea. Then she returns the cup to its original spot by Bakura as if it had never left.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

I let him out quite a bit, lately! As you'd know if you were ever around. [...he doesn't mean that to sound like scolding.]

But he was kind of overwhelmed by the sudden flood of half-naked people and I decided to take over for a while to spare his embarrassment. And my ears.

As to the Ring... I think it fails to count when it happens to be my goddamned soul-container.

[deckers]

[ Matt finally builds up the courage to leave his dorm for something other than food after the blackout incident and what happens? His entire wardrobe goes missing and he's forced to walk around in his gang's hot pink skivvies. He feels naked enough without his jacket, never mind that he's still missing his make-up after that dice fiasco. Was it truly necessary to go the extra mile and take his pants from him as well?

Of course. This school really enjoys tormenting him. At least by the looks of things, he isn't the only one suffering. Still, he isn't some kind of exhibitionist; the moment he sees someone in the hall, he ducks into the library and immediately grabs a book to cover himself. It's only then that he realizes there's even another person in said library and Matt lets out a startled noise before darting behind a shelf.

God, he really screwed up by coming out today. ]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[The clatter of bare feet barely catches his attention, but it would be hard to miss that freaked-out sound. Lowering the book, he peers around for the other person. Not in sight... were they hiding? His shoulders shake with laughter as he sits up, setting the book on the table.]

Oi, oi, is that really appropriate? Hiding like a scared mouse over such a little thing... Anyone would think you've got something to be ashamed of! Hahaha!

[That eerie laugh echoes in the quiet of the room. No librarian would stand for it. It's a good thing there isn't one around.]

[deckers]

I'm not-- ashamed, I just don't get off on flaunting--...

[ He doesn't finish that thought as the laughter following the other's taunt starts to sound familiar. Especially without a face to put it to. Of course he ran straight into the library where the dice psychopath was. Why? The laughter that bubbles up from his chest is close to hysterical and Matt tries to recover by clearing his throat. ]

I'm--... I'd much rather stay behind here, thank you.

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Bakura, on the other hand, has a little trouble placing that voice. It sounds familiar, but not to the point of being someone he knows. More someone he's had a passing experience with. Now, when was it?]

I see... so you're hiding out of modesty, then? It seems like the same thing, to me. But suit yourself! Though I wonder... are you planning to hide behind a shelf the entire time? If it's anything like before, it might be a long while before your clothes come back! You might be stuck there for a while, h-heh heh...

[deckers]

And how do you know I'm hiding? I may be looking for a book!

[ It's a weak excuse and easily dismissed. Not only did his voice crack while delivering but who panics while browsing a library's catalog? Oh, he's shit at this. Come on, man up, you walked away from Killbane and lived. It isn't much different from that except the part where there's hellspawn and what not involved.

He takes a deep, shaky breath before steeling himself. ]

Y-You know, there is a rule to keep quiet inside a library.

[fluffydeathdealer]

...

[That struck him silent for a moment. Was this guy seriously trying to shut him up by pointing out such a meaningless thing? Though now that the voice is actually stammering, he's recognizing it easier.]

If we were in a school that enforced rules, that might be a problem... but there's no librarian here. Even if you screamed until your throat bled, there'd be nobody to hear.

[The chair screeches softly as he pushes it back, standing up.]

As to the hiding part... The little cry you made before you darted behind the shelf might have tipped me off. Heheheh...

[deckers]

[ He barely manages to hear the screech and when he does, he really wishes he couldn't. That sound can only mean that the other person is moving and his moving about does not bode well for Matt.

The boy peeks between books to see just where he's at before he starts walking down the aisle away from his direction. Walking and not running though he'd rather go for the second option.

Actually having a face to go to the voice is better than fabricating some tall, menacing figure in his head. ]

Maybe I was just startled. P-people don't always expect to turn around and see someone in the room them with.

[fluffydeathdealer]

[Nobody can really look intimidating while wearing nothing but their underwear, and Bakura doesn't bother to try. It's all the more fun when people underestimate him. He doesn't look like much; ghostly pale, long white hair that's spiked up almost like horns, burn scars over both arms and much of his torso. He's not even particularly tall, at just over five foot and nine inches. When he moves, it's more of a casual, even thuggish style to his movement; no grace at all. The only thing he's wearing other than his plain, simple underwear, is the golden Ring hanging around his neck.

It's obvious he isn't going to finish his book with this kid hovering around, so he might as well play a little. Even if he didn't have his monsters, they weren't the only power he had. Using one of the prongs of the Ring to keep himself aware of the stranger's location - he's crazy, not stupid - he goes over to a nearby shelf, running his finger along the books in search of something.]

Heh... You must be as easily startled as a trapped mouse. But this might be fortuitous... [Not bothering to elaborate on that.] What are you looking for? I might be able to help.

[destenebres]

Good book?

[Armand leans against a nearby table, apparently not bothered by the lack of clothing or the chill - but then, why should he be? He's dead; cold doesn't affect him any longer. And as for his state of undress... well, he's always been shameless.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

[What the hell, Armand, are you a ninja? He sits up straight at the presence, answering after a moment.]

Not as interesting as I'd have hoped, from the start. The writer has talent, but the later parts are too disjointed and rather boring. I prefer things with more atmosphere.

[And he can't read the french parts too well. Resting his head on his hand, he eyes the other man curiously.]

It's been a while. Decided to go reading at a time like this?

[destenebres]

[One of the many perks of vampirism: the ability to move faster than human senses can detect.

After a quick glance at the cover, he replies] The Turn of the Screw is good if you enjoy slow-burn stories.

[Then comes that question, and he shrugs and settles more comfortably on his perch.] I was already on my way here when this happened; I was hardly going to let such a silly little thing stop me.

[After all, it's not as if he's got anything to be ashamed of.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

You're better than the usual rabble, then. I swear my eardrums are still ringing from the point where it happened.

[He wishes it was all from outside of his body. Dammit, Ryou. You are the most embarrassing host sometimes.]

The Turn of the Screw... I'll have to take a look. I don't mind slow-burning if it's able to hold my interest.

[destenebres]

[His mouth curves into a little moue of distaste as he remembers that moment. Preternaturally-sensitive ears and a large group of people all squalling as one? Not a fun combination.] I'm just glad the noise was accompanied by a mad rush to the dorms; it at least means relative peace and quiet out here now.

[He comes closer, perching on the edge of the table opposite Bakura.] I'd recommend Rebecca as well, but you seem to have a taste for the paranormal, and it isn't, quite -- though du Maurier does her damndest to make the reader think so.

[fluffydeathdealer]

Is that what you think? My tastes are tailored towards the paranormal, it's true, but... as long as it's atmospheric enough to give me chills, I don't mind.

[He makes note of it, sitting back and folding his arms over his chest carelessly. Compared to Armand, he looks a little worse for wear; there's burn scars over his arms and shoulder that weren't too evident before his change in posture, but it seems he doesn't care enough to try to hide them. The worst of them are pure white by now, evidence of a supernaturally hot fire that burnt away any ability for colour or healing in the area.]

Maybe you should become the librarian. You seem to know plenty about books.

[destenebres]

Then you might well enjoy it after all.

[There's no outward reaction to the sight of those scars, but they've certainly set him wondering. No natural fire could burn hot enough to do that - and he ought to know, he's set enough of them in his long life. He's also wondering when they happened - for what Bakura's admitted would be a perfectly ordinary human body if not for his own presence, to have healed the damage so thoroughly... either the incident happened some time ago, or it's a testament to Bakura's own power.

And then Bakura makes that suggestion, and he can't help but laugh.] I would make a very bad one; I've neither the patience required nor the desire to interact with the masses.

[He doesn't read for pleasure, anyhow, but for understanding. Stories bring home the worries, the fears, the hopes of the people telling them, the essence of the era in which they were written. And if he can learn to understand the times as they change, then he can stave off the stagnation that spells the end for so many vampires.]

[fluffydeathdealer]

Hoh? Heh, I feel special, then!

[It seems obvious to him that, whatever else Armand might be, he's not the type to waste his time. It makes him wonder what the man wants... but he's sure he'll get to that, if he has something in mind at all. Armand is naturally guarded enough to make him suspicious, but if he wanted to attack him, he'd have done it without announcing his presence, he's sure.

Bakura's no stranger to the concept of disliking people in general, though in his case it's mostly refined to the utterly useless and boring types who can do nothing even as complicated as struggle to survive.]

You said you were already headed here. Were you looking for something in particular?