http://veryverypopular.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] veryverypopular.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandom_lounge2009-06-03 10:14 am

Teachers' Lounge, Wednesday morning

Someone had been busy.

Glinda had decorated the lounge with the gorgeous, newly-bloomed flowers that she'd found this morning, and was using her magic to keep them just as vibrant and beautiful as they'd been in the ground.

Then for some reason, she'd decided to go shopping, and had scattered baskets of various culinary moddable aphrodisiacs around the room.

"Pillows!" she suddenly decided aloud. "That's what this place needs." With a expert wave, the furniture was replaced with large pillows of satin, velvet and silk.

[It's a good day to be a teacher. Open!]

[identity profile] berserkerminsc.livejournal.com 2009-06-04 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
"Well," it came out in a bit of a cough, Minsc's chest swelling a little as if he was steeling himself. "Anything covers an....awful lot of territory, Lady Glinda..."

[identity profile] berserkerminsc.livejournal.com 2009-06-04 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
Well, that's the idea...

"Endless!" Minsc informed her with bold declaration. "Infinite! Why, it could be...ANYTHING!"

[identity profile] berserkerminsc.livejournal.com 2009-06-04 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
"Well...." Minsc found himself clearing his throat a little. "There are a lot of things to help myself to here....There's....pillows. There's....food. There's...cute wee-tiny little blondes..."

Aaaaand this would be the point where he got a sword in his gut or was turned into stone.

[identity profile] berserkerminsc.livejournal.com 2009-06-04 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
Minsc cracked open an eye he had closed to prepare for that stab he thought he was going to get. "Unforwhatified?" he asked.

Big words. Brain in very basic area right now. It happened.

[identity profile] berserkerminsc.livejournal.com 2009-06-04 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
"Ah!" Minsc understood that one much better. There weren't as many syllables all squished together.

And then he remembered what it was she didn't see coming, and he chuckled. It was a nervous chuckle, but one of gaining confidence.

The fact that she hadn't stabbed him helped a lot.

"Well," he said, "that is how I work, Lady Glinda. One minute, one thing, and then the next watch out! And you did say anything."

Lest he remind her.