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[Being a doll doesn't appear to have deterred John from his usual antics at all. It being April Fool's Day, and him being a bit of a prankster...]

[Well, most of the doorways in the Manor have been rigged in some way. Some of them drop buckets of plastic snakes on unsuspecting victims' heads (because there was no running water due to the event, which was such a bummer!!), others pull the trigger on canisters of silly string. Some even drop small vats of molasses or some other sticky substance and then pull the switch on a fan, to blow the age-old trick of chicken feathers all over the poor sap that opened the door.]

[John is prowling around the Manor, watching his traps and waiting, hoping to come across something wildly hilarious and amp up his Prankster's Gambit.]

[[ooc; If you can think of something you'd like your character to be pranked with today, feel free to assume John has it set up somewhere. He's a crafty little brat, go wild. >D]]
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[John had all but fled the party the night before, and while the locked doors of the lower floor hadn't immediately allowed him to return to his room, he had shifted around uncomfortably and stayed out of sight of most everyone he came across as he skittered about. At one point he had wedged himself behind a plush arm chair and sat in the corner with his knees drawn to his chest, desperate to be alone somewhere that was quiet.]

[When he had gotten back to his room, he had promptly screamed into his pillow until his throat was raw and his voice was scratchy.]

[Which he figured was probably part of the reason he had then curled up in the corner of his bed under a mound of pillows and blankets and watched City of Angels twice before he fell asleep to Sarah McLachlan's melodious voice with his face buried in a pillow to hide the fact that he was way more upset about this than he was letting on.]

[Dawn startled him awake in the form of a ray of sunlight glinting off his glasses, which he had neglected to remove, and he vaulted himself out of bed, still in his sweater and socks from the previous evening, and slid down the hallway in aforementioned sock-feet to room ninety-six, where a one Rose Lalonde dwelled.]

[He stood there for about thirty seconds solid before he knocked shortly on the door.]
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[So John, afflicted with the event like most everyone else, is having a hell of a time right now.]

[For the most part he looks the same, just that he's shirtless and has funny blueish gills on his neck, and webbed hands if you look close enough. He also looks pretty intensely frustrated.]


Okay, this is really bad timing!! It's my sister's birthday, I can't organize any kind of celebration when I'm half fish!! [And with that he flips his tail once, making a pretty decent splash in whatever little body of water he's situated on the bank of.]

[He then proceeds to fold his arms over his chest and sulk.]
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[So by now you're all probably relatively used to weird little creatures running around in place of your residents, eh Manor?]

[Well today you receive a blue and yellow bunny-looking thing-- a Minun, for anyone who may be familiar with the origin of these strange little animals --with a mop of blue hair, and a ridiculous blue article attached to his neck that somewhat resembles a windsock. Since he can't quite get it up over his ears, you can't tell immediately that it's normally a hood.]

[He's standing up on his toes, reaching in vain toward... Well, it's hard to tell. It could be the doorknob (plausible), it could be the name plaque reading Zoosmell Pooplord near the door of a room that wasn't always labeled (accurate)... Or, you know. He could just be beating his tiny little blue paw against the door for the hell of it.]

[Who knows.]

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