BACKDATED Suite 22 Shenanigans!
Who: Rose Lalonde, Jet, Remus Lupin, and Lucas Lee
When: Backdated to just after Not!RESET
Where: Suite 22
Summary: Suite 22 has become a target of one of Sebastian's Bleach/ Ammonia traps. Luckily, with the suitemates quick reacting, and a little magic from a Marauder, they just might make it out alive
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None so far
RESET should have happened already, Jet was sure of it.
It had been something he took an odd level of devotion towards knowing. He purposely used to try and sleep in any inconvenient location he could; knowing with twisted satisfaction the interns had to go through the trouble of finding and returning him to his bed each time. These nights he'd been too tired to actually search out new locations for his game; so he found himself wide awake in the sprawl of his hammock oddly aware of the time.
There was that. And then there was the fact he felt something burning.
At first he almost thought he'd been imagining it. There was no level to how many times in his boyhood he'd awoken from a bad dream, panic-stricken and convinced his world was still burning to ashes all around him. He could feel the suffocating grip of smoke choking the life from his lungs, feel the sting of ash in his eyes, smell the deteriorating tissues of smoke in his nose.
It had felt real then, but now it was unmistakably clear. Whatever was happening, he had to put a stop to it. There was just one problem.
Why couldn't he see it?
When: Backdated to just after Not!RESET
Where: Suite 22
Summary: Suite 22 has become a target of one of Sebastian's Bleach/ Ammonia traps. Luckily, with the suitemates quick reacting, and a little magic from a Marauder, they just might make it out alive
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None so far
RESET should have happened already, Jet was sure of it.
It had been something he took an odd level of devotion towards knowing. He purposely used to try and sleep in any inconvenient location he could; knowing with twisted satisfaction the interns had to go through the trouble of finding and returning him to his bed each time. These nights he'd been too tired to actually search out new locations for his game; so he found himself wide awake in the sprawl of his hammock oddly aware of the time.
There was that. And then there was the fact he felt something burning.
At first he almost thought he'd been imagining it. There was no level to how many times in his boyhood he'd awoken from a bad dream, panic-stricken and convinced his world was still burning to ashes all around him. He could feel the suffocating grip of smoke choking the life from his lungs, feel the sting of ash in his eyes, smell the deteriorating tissues of smoke in his nose.
It had felt real then, but now it was unmistakably clear. Whatever was happening, he had to put a stop to it. There was just one problem.
Why couldn't he see it?