room 603

[02maxwell]

Duo's rummaging. Again. He's flitting about the room randomly searching the closet, under the bed, on the shelves, everywhere, just looking for pieces of machinery and tools.

He very carefully searches near Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants, taking great pains not to disturb the pink menace, and finally finds what he was looking for near the window (

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[ihatedenmark]

*Hamlet wanders back up to his room after his language class. He dumps his books on his bed, and pulls out his writing notebook to try and get a start on the sestina for his only other remaining class. He pauses for a moment and watches Duo.*

Are you working on something? Do tell me it's not yet another device to corrupt the school population.

[02maxwell]

Duo grins.

"For once, no!" He laughs. "I'm just thinkin' about gettin' ol' Fluffypants runnin' the way he was supposed to." He pauses and thinks for a second. "Though I'm not entirely sure what we really wanted him to do in the first place..."

[ihatedenmark]

*Hamlet sits on the end of his bed to ponder this.*

I think we were attempting some sort of machine that would double as both a robotic butler and automated revenge machine. How that ended up as a sentient creature with a love for pie is beyond my comprehension.

[02maxwell]

Duo laughs and shakes his head.

"Man! I have no idea! Bridge and I were talkin' about that the other day; I ended up with a pie-lovin' klepto bunny and he ended up with a talkin' toaster!"

[ihatedenmark]

*Hamlet shakes his head.*

Perhaps it's this place. It seems like every time you turn around, something that utterly defies the laws of physics and common sense seems to be occurring. Consider just how many students have been eaten by this floor already.

*He stops to ponder this.*

Why do you think we have escaped unharmed so far?

[fh_anonymous]

There is a noise coming from one of Duo's many tool chests near where Hamlet is sitting.

[ihatedenmark]

*Hamlet bristles a bit at the noise and turns to focus his attention on the toolbox.*

Did you leave anything in there? Anything sentient?

[02maxwell]

Duo raises an eyebrow at the noise and looks back and forth between the tool box and Hamlet.

"Uh. No. I mean, I don't think I did." He thinks. "I mean, last I looked I didn't have anything sentient, though maybe I lost a sub sandwich in here last week, though that doesn't seem like enough time to mutate into somethin' with feelings, but I guess anything's possible..." He grins cheekily.

[ihatedenmark]

*Hamlet hops off the bed and slowly walks over to the toolkit. He opens the lid, hoping there's nothing more than a talking sandwich in there.*

[fh_anonymous]

A sleepy gremlin blinks back at him in shock. Recovering quickly, she launches herself at the hand holding the lid open. Grasping onto Hamlet's arm, she bites down on his wrist.

[ihatedenmark]

*Hamlet stares in shock at the gremlin on his wrist for a few seconds as she bites down, leaving an large red welt. He flings the gremlin back into the toolbox and locks the lid. His head is starting to feel fuzzy. He rubs the welt, and looks around at the room, suddenly seeing it fill with ... cooties! He grabs a sheathed dagger from off of his wall and waves it around.*

We, we have cooties! Everywhere! Angels and ministers of grace defend us!

[02maxwell]

Duo's eyes go wide and he instinctively grabs a piece of machine to brandish as a weapon against the gremlin. Seeing it locked back in the toolbox, he relaxes and grins triumphantly.

"Phew! Man that was close! How'd one of those things get--" He stops speaking abruptly.

"Did. Did you just say, 'cooties?'"

[ihatedenmark]

*Hamlet nods frantically.*

We, we're not safe here. They could be after us.

*He drags Duo off to the Common Room to find protection.*

[02maxwell]

"Wha--what?" Duo looks confused for a second, then registers the gremlin bite. He thinks for a minute, then grins mischeviously.

"Well, not much we can do 'til it wears off, eh?" He says, mostly to himself.

"Lead the way, my trusted friend!" He says in a big, gallant voice to Hamlet and lets himself be dragged off to the Common Room.