Monsters and dinosaurs and trilobiotes, oh my! ((Open))

[dinosaurman]

Alan Grant had been so caught up in Chance Silvey's nightmares that he'd left the door open to his own. Gasping for breath, he thrashed against an invisible monster before realizing that he was fighting against his own blankets. There was nothing else in the room with him

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[do_me_a_solid]

Certain things had been happening in the swedenborgian space of Hogwarts as of late. Vertain things that made Antubis slowly more aware of why he was here. And what he had to do. Following one of these whims took him to the great hall, where he saw one hero was sure he needed, and another that he might.

He walked up to the latter, Grant, and sniffed the air around him with his long anteater nose. "Dinosaurs, eh?" he muttered seemingly to himself, before actually addressing him directly. "You look like someone forgot to wish you sweet dreams before bed, Ringo."

[dinosaurman]

Despite living at Hogwarts for the last two and a half years, some things still threw Grant for a loop. Being addressed by an animal that looked like it could kill him was one of them, but maybe that was just a few bad experiences talking. The size made him think of a giant sloth, being the fossil geek that he was. The last time he'd seen teeth in a snout like that, they'd been trying to eat him.

So maybe he might be excused for taking a few seconds longer than usual to come up with a reply. "Pretty much," he said. Snappy response to the anteater.

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[doctor_hook]

((Having spoken w/ Antubis-mun, I throw Hook into the thread for a grand posting order of Antubis-Grant-Hook. Dr. Krøgshøj if you're nasty. o/~ ))

"Hej, Antubis," said Hook to the anteater, grinning. "What, he gets called Ringo? Not Wesley? I'm jealous."

[do_me_a_solid]

Antubis nodded at Hook, then took a seat on the floor between the two of them. Chairs didn't exactly accomodate him.

He flashed Hook a smile that could only be described as menacing. "I know you're a Герой, Hook. I don't know about this one. His time smells seriously racked up."

[dinosaurman]

Grant realized that his two new companions knew each other, and that he was the odd man out in this conversation. "My time?"

Somebody fill him in, please.

[doctor_hook]

It probably wasn't going to be Hook that filled him in. Hook wasn't always sure what the anteater psychopomp meant, himself.

"My name isn't any more Wesley than yours is Ringo," he told Grant with a small shrug. "I'm Jørgen Krøgshøj, formerly a neurologist at the Kingdom Hospital in Copenhagen. Everyone calls me Hook -- it's an old nickname. Antubis here has been at a Kingdom Hospital that's in Maine, in the United States, and I understand there are a few things that hospital has in common with mine. I'm beginning to suspect --" this with a glance toward Antubis, remembering his last conversation with the anteater-that-wasn't -- "that Hogwarts has some things in common with both."

[do_me_a_solid]

Antubis pointed a long claw at Hook. "Bingo. Of course, every world has certain things in common that just aren't observed by most John Q's."

He scratched at his hear before continuing. "Things have been happening lately that have made me stomp my romping around what I suppose you would call Hogwart's 'Old Kingdom' and come back to your world of the living. Of course, its never my job to figure out exactly what's going on. Its up to all you Spartans to solve the problem."

[dinosaurman]

That all made a certain amount of sense, which was scary in and of itself. It was no secret that Hogwarts had a thin divide between one reality and another.

"Something's happening in Hogwarts. I'm shocked," Grant deadpanned. The trilobites weren't a clue.

[doctor_hook]

Hook snorted. "The anteater with the big teeth doesn't show up for any old something."

[do_me_a_solid]

Antubis had simply grunted off Grant's casual indifference. It didn't matter what short-times thought about what they had to do, or even if it was important, as long as they did it.

"Tell me, Hook, did your Kingdom Hospital have earthquake issues, or other physical disturbances that made it obvious the denizens of swedenborgian space weren't exactly peachy keen on the direction in which you fleshies were taking things? Something is... off, down there in what I hear is called the Chamber of Secrets here."

[dinosaurman]

Grant turned to Hook. "Sorry, I didn't realize that the anteater with the big teeth was more important than the talking dinosaur, the marshmallow wearing a hat, or the giant fire-breathing lizard." Oh, Godzilla. Nothing could be more important than you.

The Chamber of Secrets meant nothing to him. Now, if Antubis had said the Out-of-Order Girl's Bathroom of Trilobite Secrets, that would have been different.

[doctor_hook]

Hook shrugged. To Grant he said: "I'm not familiar with any of those. If they have a purpose, more power to them. I'll stay out of their way as long as they stay out of mine. No marshmallow wearing a hat has yet shown up to assign me some supernatural assignment, in any place I've had the misfortune to work. Fact of the matter is, some things have a way of finding you, when they want to. Has anything unusual found you lately? Other than my anteater friend, that is."

To Antubis he answered: "Yeah. The old Kingdom did have its ways of making its disquiet known. Cracks in the floor, unearthly voices in the elevator shafts, power outages, earth tremors ... I've never heard of a Chamber of Secrets though. Sounds like something the Lodge back home would have named the laundry room."