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[reapthis]

There was a squirrel on my head.

Correction: There was a squirrel on my fucking head and I was screaming and flailing for dear life.I like to think there was a good explanation for this, and it all starts with Mother Nature. It figures that in my after-afterlife, good ol' M.N. would end up being a promising candidate for Multiple Personality

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[nomorefavors]

Wallace felt a little bad that, besides his first instinct to go help, he also felt laughter already bubbling up. There was something a little comical stumbling upon and then watching someone flail around with a squirrel attached to them. He bit back the laughter pretty well, and quickly headed over to see if he could help.

"Girl, you're only makin' it worse," he said over the shouting. "Stand still for a moment."

He wasn't going to get his hands on the animal if she kept moving.

[reapthis]

Oh right, like standing there being logical at someone going all kinds of berserk was going to help the situation. Everything was spinning -- probably because I was doing some fucked-up version of a pirouette -- but I caught a glimpse of the guy and tried to wave him closer.

"What, so I can let it EAT MY FACE?! Isn't there a branch or something you can whack it with?!"

[nomorefavors]

Wallace snorted at that, couldn't help it.

"Oh, yeah, that's a good idea. I'm just gonna find a stick and probably hit you in the head instead of the squirrel," he replied, still calm under the screaming. He finally moved toward her, hoping she didn't freak out for doing what he was about to do, and grabbed her wrist with one hand, forcing her to stop moving.

He grabbed the squirrel with the other, and in its surprise it let go, squirming and attempting to bite him. He clutched it hard, though, ignoring the slight scraping of claws on his hand. A second later, he plopped it onto the ground rather unceremoniously, kicking up a little snow at it to startle it enough to run off.

He winced, glancing at his hand. Red lines showed where the squirrel had nicked him, but it looked like it at least hadn't broken skin.

[reapthis]

The way I saw it, having someone come in close was good for me, even if it was potentially disastrous for them. "Whatever, you just better have a plan!" I snapped, vaguely irritated at the calmness...but weirdly reassured.

I jumped when he grabbed my wrist, but made no move to pull away or anything. Instead I just squeezed my eyes shut, my face practically one big wrinkle.

"What's happening! What's it doing!" I demanded, really unfucking willing to look for myself. The screeching had picked up again, and I briefly had the urge to reach out and pop his soul before he met a messy end.

[sminamino]

Kurama was continuing with his documenting of the changes of the Island plantlife, which consited of making a few notes feeding Yuki every so often not a bad way to spend time all in all, when he heard some yelling. He headed towards the sound with Yuki following close behind.

At first he was slightly confused as to what was wrong until the small body of the squirrel came into view. "You must calm down, it might let go on its own." He made his way closer to see if he could distract it. Yuki was interested, but only if he could chase it.

[reapthis]

Oh, great. Just great. If I wasn't already convinced Kurama thought I was a nutjob, then this little encounter would've done the job so well it deserved a goddamn promotion.

Like hell I was going to calm down. "Or it might JUST KILL ME WITH ITS EVIL LITTLE CLAWS!" I managed, whirling around again and nearly slipping on some ice.

[sminamino]

He took a few moments to compose himself. Somehow he didn't think George would exactly approve of him smiling, or in any way showing mirth, at her prediciment.

"You must calm down, you just seem to be exciting him." Yuki by this point was very interested in the creature and was sitting not so patiently beside Kurama barely containing the urge to run after whatever it was when he had the chance. "I will try to distract it." Though it looked quite content with its target.

[reapthis]

By then my own screeching was probably on par with the frantic screeching of the squirrel. It was like some crazy chorus round or something. Or monkey-see, monkey-do, whatever. "Yeah, you do that! Distract it!" my words were muffled because by this time I was doubled over and trying like hell to dog-shake it off.

[little_moons]

Seeing George flail around in a big puffy pink snow suit'd be funny enough without the squirrel. I'm pretty sure I've never actually seen anything like it before, a nineteen year old girl in a fluffy pink coat, screaming and flailing with a squirrel attached to her head. Its got its little tiny claws dug into her pink hood, and if she weren't movin' around so much I'm sure I'd be able to see that it's just as frantic as her.

I just sort of gape for a second, mesmerized by the utter weirdness, then I bark out a short laugh, not really laughing at her but at how fucking strange this place is. I mean, now we've got fucking rabid squirrels on top of possessed jukeboxes and dinosaurs and freak climate changes.

"George," I call to her, another laugh bubbling up in my throat, "George, just calm the fuck down." Hopefully if she stops fucking spazzing all over the place the thing'll loosen its grip.

[reapthis]

"Calm down? CALM DOWN Are you out of your fucking mind! It's - it's - it's trying to eat through my hood!" Oh man. I heard Neil before I saw him -- and when I saw him it was only in passing, like I was on one of those spinning playground merry-go-rounds.

But one thing was for certain: I was never going to live this down. "Jesus Christ, can you hear that? The ... fucking nibbling? It's trying to EAT MY BRAINS GET IT OFF!"

[little_moons]

I press my mouth into a thin line, trying to bite back the laughter that's threatening to fucking explode. She's gonna fall over any second the way she's spinning and flailing like a lunatic, and the little rodent is making this awful, unnatural screeching noise, flopping around comically on her hood as she spins.

Leaning down, I scoop up a handful of snow and pack it tight into a ball, watching her carefully and waiting for her to turn in the right direction.

I finally get a clear shot, and letting out another snort of laughter, I hurl the little ball of snow and ice at the fucking tree rat, snowball hitting it squarely on the side of its little rodent head and exploding, sending a shower off snow over her.

The squirrel makes another high pitched squeal as its knocked off her hood, scrambling to it's feet when it lands on the ground. It darts past me, chattering angrily as it disappears into a nearby bush.

And that's when the laughing really starts.

[reapthis]

I jumped. Because honestly, you would jump too if someone launched a snowball at you in the middle of a near panic attack. "Hey, watch it you jerk! You --"

Only then did I actually register that I hadn't felt the thump so much as I'd heard it make contact. I froze, arms out and wary, and then whirled my head around just in time to catch it scrambling away.

It took me a few more seconds to move. "It's not funny!" I snapped, crouching down to pack some snow into my hands.

Only it was. A little. But watching a snowball hit Neil square in the chest was a lot funnier, and a lot more gratifying.

[unchosen_son]

Sam heard the screaming and took off as fast as he could, gun drawn in the air. And then he saw who was screaming and the why and he lowered the gun and approached quickly enough, but with a lot less urgency. "Hey," he shouted, above her screaming. "Hey, just stand still," he suggested, crouching to pick up a long branch.

[reapthis]

"Yeah, okay! Let me just stand here patiently so it can FORM A BETTER ATTACK PLAN!" I screamed back. Considering all the feathers stuffed into the bulky pink snowcoat and that my arms were flapping about like a spooked pigeon, I was amazed I hadn't taken flight yet.

[unchosen_son]

Sam just gave George a dubious look and wandered closer. "Look, can you just..." he protested, sighing. "Would you stand STILL?" he shouted back at her.

[reapthis]

"I was pretty sure there was a NO implied in my last sentence, but just in case you didn't pick it up..." I flailed my way closer, perfectly intent on shifting Mr. Squirrel's attentions to Sam. "I'd rather NOT! Can't you just swat it or something?" Roxy would've shot it by now.

Or shot at it, and accidentally killed me. Again. Another afterlife was looking pretty good right about now.

[echolls_cursed]

Now Logan was a pretty stand up guy underneath it all. And really, he was all about the damsel in distress thing, just ask Veronica. However, when he spotted George flailing around with wildlife on her head, he had to laugh first... action could always come later.

So yeah, cackling out a laugh, Logan leaned against a nearby tree and watched for a moment before suggesting... "Why don't you stay still for a moment so I can grab it?"

[reapthis]

Despite all the flailing and whirling about, I managed to spot Logan against the tree.

And I wouldn't exactly classify lounging there watching as Knight In Shining Armor behavior. "Laugh it up, fucker! Maybe if you actually try to do something I will!"

[echolls_cursed]

Pushing away from the tree, Logan grabbed her arm as gently as he could while still holding her still and made a grab for the little ball of fur on her head.

When George stopped it seemed to stop, looking around with it's beady little eyes and chattering. Logan's hand just missed, fingers grazing fur as the fluffy-tailed beast hopped down with an irritated sounding noise.

[reapthis]

I was having some serious trouble staying still if my nervous bouncing was any indication, but I felt a lot better knowing that Logan was more likely to get bitten than I was.

He was so cool about the stupid rescue that I just had to try and keep my bones from jumping out of my skin. I already looked like a complete idiot, I didn't need any more help in that area. "...What are you doing! Is it gone?!"