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room 216 ; thursday afternoon

Sam was convinced the island was never going to move again and the rain was never going to start. He'd been trying to hold off on catching a portal (which was still weird) for the sole purpose of buying a skateboard but he hadn't been able to wait any longer. After his records, his skateboard was probably his most prized possession and having it be covered in spray paint, stickers with rockets attached to the back made it pretty much useless to him.

He'd tossed that board in the trash today and headed off island. Yes, he'd gotten soaking wet, yes, his portal had been late (which meant he'd gotten even wetter), but he'd gotten off island and he'd made it to one of his favorite skate shops. A few hours later, he'd come out with a new board and a lighter mood.

Riding it on the island wasn't going to happen tonight because he'd had enough of the rain so Sam was riding his new board up and down the halls, testing out the design and craftsmanship of the longboard. The long, straight halls made for a nice smooth ride but Sam did make sure he watched out for passersby. He didn't need to run over anyone.

[Open post, boy's in the hallway so feel free to catch him there]

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"Well, I know this one time," said Butters, "Eric had me an' Token join a fake Christian rock band, but he was a real jerk about it, spendin' all our money, and then when he found out Christian rock bands don't get platinum albums, he...well, he rose up holy heck and made a lot of people pretty angry. Including God himself, I'd bet, and it sure got me made, too."

He supposed he could have also mentioned that Token had beaten Cartman up and so it was probably a good idea to strike while the iron was hot, but it didn't seem that important....

It was kind of scary to think that Butters might actually be talking about the God there. He'd decided not to rule anything out especially after all of Butters' stories combined with the other things he heard. That was just...strange to think about though.

And he was still wondering how Butters was even alive after some of the crap he'd heard. "So, a guy would have to go pretty far to really get you mad. I was just checking to make sure I wasn't gonna wake up to a stinkface one morning because I mouthed off or something. I feel reassured now."

Though he might raise the dead, he didn't plan on raising any deities, at least.

"Awww, Sam!" Butters had to laugh at that. "Don't be silly! You're my roommate! I could never be mad at you."

And, for good measure, he thought he should probably add, "And I was just kidding about all that grounding stuff, too."

"Yeah, I figured," Sam said, waving that off. Even if Butters had tried to ground, Sam wouldn't have listened. Though, it was tempting to have a reason to stay inside what with all the rain. "Where are you coming back from? Out jumping in puddles or something?"

"A little bit, yeah!" Butters said happily. "I can do that here and not get grounded. I can do lots here, and not get grounded!" It sounded like he might be on the verge of a rebellion there, but he was still too nervous about it coming around and biting him on the butt. "I also went to mail some letters, and I picked up some food for the common room, because I figured if I'm eatin' some of it, I better replenish it, too, and then I played with kittens at the pet store, and then has a burger and then went to the computer lab to catch up on my Salutation Feline Peninsula Exertion account, and then I came up here! It's been a real good day. Nothin' as cool as ridin' my skateboard in the hallway, but that's okay!"

Sam actually thought that sounded a lot cooler or, at least, more productive than what he'd done. All he'd done was buy a new skateboard with the crapload of money he'd inherited for killing a psychopath. That still made him twitchy.

Sam stepped off his board and reached down to pick it up so he could give Butters a better look at the design on the underside of the deck. "It's a new board. My other one was kinda ruined when we went into Japan so I took a portal and found a good skate shop. Picked up a new one and thought I'd give the trucks and wheels a good test before hitting the pavement."

Butters had to grin a little at that. "Neat!" he said enthusiastically. "I mean, not that you had to get a new one, but that your new one's so nice! I sure hope it stops raining here soon so you can get some better riding out of it, Sam."

"I'll catch another portal and find a place to ride if the rain keeps up," Sam decided, shrugging. "At this point, I'm half convinced that it's never going to stop and we're never going to see the sun again."

Hey, two weeks straight of this stuff was enough to make even a guy from Seattle restless. He liked rain but this was too much.

"Aw, don't say that, Sam!" said Butters. "It's gotta wring itself all out eventually! There's always sunshine after the rain, and, if you're lucky, why, you might even get a little rainbow."

"It's good that one of us is optimistic," Sam replied, shrugging. "I don't know, I've seen a lot of rain in my time but never this much. Maybe this is the start of the apocalypse or something."

It should be noted that he wasn't serious.

"Naw," said Butters, thoughtfully. "I think there's usually more tornadoes and earthquakes and at least zombies involved in an apocalypse. 'Course, my only experience with one was all fake...unless you count the giant gerbils, but we got out of that one pretty okay."

"Giant gerbils?"

Sam just shook his head and decided not to even ask. The story would be unbelievable but Butters' earnestness would make it so you couldn't not believe that it had actually happened.

"I wasn't serious about this being the apocalypse anyway. I think there'd be stuff on the news about volcanoes exploding and the mythical horsemen riding in or something like that. The rain's just getting annoying."

Butters nodded a little. "Yeah," he agreed. "But at least it hasn't started to floor or nothing like that, you know?"

"You trying to jinx it or something, Butters?" Sam joked, before putting his board back on the ground. He figured he could get a few more rides up and down the hall in before people got too annoyed with him.

"I don't swim enough to be good in a flood and I left my boat back in Seattle," he said. He didn't have a boat but the joke didn't work without it.

"Oh, I hope not," Butters said with a faint grin, but he did have a small inkling of worry that he did just jinx it, and if it did start to flood, it would be all his fault. He started twiddling with his fingers. "You think your board can float? That could make a sort of temporary boat, maybe."

"It probably could," Sam said, giving his board a look before he made a face. "It could float but it'd probably ruin the deck if I kept it in the water too long. It'd tear up the paint and make the trucks and bearings rusty which would ruin the board and send me on a journey to buy a new one. Maybe we should get some floats just in case?"

He could picture Butters in some water wings.

"We could rig some up to the beds!" Butters offered excitedly. "So that then they'd be like ships, and when the floods come in, we'll be like pirates. But not Somalian ones; that's not nearly as much fun as you might think."

Sam blinked and again, decided not to ask. He figured he'd have plenty of time to do that if he and Butters were gonna be living together for awhile.

"Sounds like you have experience with this kind of thing," Sam noted, nodding. "That mean you should be the captain?"

"Can I?" Butters asked, eyes lighting up as if this were actually a real possibility, something that might actually happen one day. "Oh, gee whiz, Sam, that would sure be swell! Captain Butters, of the S.S. Second Bed of Room 216! And his first mate, Sam, sailing the seven seas of Fandom High!"

"I don't have a sword or anything to knight you or, in this case, make you a captain but yeah, I think you should be the captain," Sam decided, pleased that such a small thing could make Butters so happy. The kid deserved it.

"I know I wouldn't be a good captain so you should do it because you've got the experience. I'll just do my best to make sure our beds and stuff don't sink should things start flooding. That's what a good first make would do."

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