necroslacker | 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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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."

room 216 ; thursday afternoon

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