Mauvaise Chance Apartments Office/Lobby: Tuesday, Early Afternoon

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"I think we need a new form," Xander said, poking through the paperwork drawer. "A Fill This Out When You Move Out So I Actually Know The Apartment's Empty form."





"New forms?" Bridge looks over, interested. "I like forms. They're very informative."



"I could probably make one myself, but then Willow would give me That Face."



"I suppose that means *me* making it would be out of the question, then?"



"Do you wanna get That Face?" Xander points out.



"Well, no, I guess not," Bridge replies.



"We could come up with a list of things we need on it though," Xander suggests. "Forwarding address, whether they added any holes to alternate dimensions in the closet..." Xander jots things down on a scratch pad. "Or acorns."



And that would when Isabel burst through the door of the office. "Hi. There's weirdness and we need a place to finish it out. Can we do it here?"



Wyatt was right behind her. "We need to finish before it gets more out of control," he said.



"And you thought of me? I'm touched. Sort of." Xander put down his pencil and waved a hand. "Me casa is...su weirdness' casa?"



"You have weapons weirdness," she told him. "Although I hope we won't need them. The game's a little more interactive then we thought."

Isabel set the game on the table, then turned to wait for Charlie and Peter to get there.



"I think we lost 'em," Peter said as he came in and his mun's brain broke at doing a scene with Xander with a non-Willow character. "For now anyway. Any odds one of the bonus rounds includes a 'end the game early' card?"



"Maybe if we keep saying 'Jumanji jumanji jumanji' it'll let us go? Hi," Charlie said, and waved to the guy she didn't know, and then brightened when she saw Bridge. "Hey! We're sort of in a mess."



"Uh. Bitey pointy weapons mess?" Xander asked Isabel as nonchalantly as he could just in case the answer was no. No point in freaking people out twice over if this was new weirdness. "Or just generic hit-things weapons mess?"



"No, not that kind. More wild safari then anything else. An elephant gun might be useful," Isabel said. "Because they'll probably appear next. And oh my god I just jinxed us."

She set the game board on the counter where Bridge and Xander could see it. "In short, Charlie and I bought this at a rummage sale yesterday and we decided to play today. You roll the dice, some cryptic message appears and the next thing you know you're dodging giant mosquitoes, monkeys or killer vines that seem to want to eat you. We're in here because hopefully as we play and finish up the stupid game, the wackiness will stay out there."



"Little short on elephant guns, but we could probably come up with something if we need it," Xander answered.



Bridge, meanwhile, hasn't said a word. All his attention is focused on the game board. Slowly, he takes off a glove and reaches out to touch one of the game pieces.

The vision isn't anything coherent at first: Just noise, lots of noise. Roars, chirps, screams... and then quick flashes of different jungle animals. He concentrates, trying to pull something coherent out of the mess...

Wyatt, the dice leaving his hand, hitting the table. He smirks, and the dice move again, flipping to show a different number seemingly by themselves.

Suddenly, Wyatt's sporting a *tail*, and growing more animal-like by the minute.

Bridge suddenly pulls back his hand from the game piece as if he's been burned. He turns and stares at Wyatt. "Don't cheat," he says solemnly. "Just... don't. Trust me."

He goes back to eyeing the game board warily. He really doesn't trust that thing.



Peter watched this with fascination. He gave Bridge a smile. "I'll have to remember to try that next time."



Wyatt gave Bridge a puzzled look. "I'll take your word for it," he said, wondering what Bridge had seen. "Whose turn is it anyway?"



"Yours," Isabel said, holding out the dice. "Good luck."



There were no little race cars or doggies in Jumanji. Wyatt's monkey slid forward.

His fangs are sharp, he likes your taste. Your party better move, post haste.



A loud roar sounded from the stairs off the lobby. Two seconds later, a very large, and cranky lion was standing in the middle of the lobby, staring at them.



"Anybody got a steak?" Peter asked.



"Or a large bag of catnip?" Wyatt said. He could protect himself and Isabel with his shield, but he didn't think it would cover everyone. TKing it might just piss it off more. "Anyone got any ideas?"



"They're not thrilled with fire, right?" Charlie checked with Xander. "Or water? You guys have a sprinkler system, don't you? I can set it off really easily, if that's cool."



Xander, who'd been stuck on LION. IN MY LOBBY. gave himself a mental shake and nodded. "Go for it."

He edged towards the office door, thinking both of weapons and just the fact that if he could get it open, they were all closer to the room than the lion was.



The lion was slowly figuring out in his lion mind who was the appetizer, who was the main course and who was going to be dessert.

He stepped forward and growled.



"Uh," Bridge stares at the lion. "I don't suppose we could talk about this?"

The lion, being, well, a *lion*, responds to this by growling.

"Right," Bridge resists the urge to facepalm. "No talking. Got it."



"Brace yourselves," Charlie said, looking around and finding a trash can. "This'll be fast--"

She stared at the trash can, concentrating, and after an instant flames started merrily burning upward from it, smoking reaching the spigots in the ceiling and the fire detectors.



Wyatt somehow had managed to resist the urge to say, "It's a lion! Get in the frakking car!" What he did say was, "Whoa, that's cool," at Charlie's display of her power, all the while keeping an eye on the cranky lion, ready to try to blast it with something if he needed to.



Barbecue! was the lion's first thought. But the flames were hot and the smoke smelled funny.

Angrily the lion shied away and paced around the lobby.



"Can we cage it up somehow?" Peter asked, looking around for something they could use to do just that.



"Xander is your office lion-proofed?" Isabel asked, already edging away from the door.



Xander blinked at her, his hand on the doorknob now. "Well, I haven't tested it recently, but the walls are probably thick enough to hold it in."



It was better then nothing. "Well there's the cage. Now it's just a matter of getting him in there."



"TK push?" Peter suggested.



"I'm up for it," Charlie said, nodding. "On three?"



"I can help, too," Wyatt said, ready for the count.



"On three," Peter agreed.



Xander pushed the door open and stepped out of the way. Far out of the way.



"One," Isabel said, holding out a hand.



"Two," Charlie said, eyes narrowing.



"Three!" Wyatt said, using his powers to push against the lion.



Peter did as well, trying to create a sensation around the lion of a barrier that only allowed him to go forward.



There was a startled growl from the lion. Those fluent in Panthera Leo would be able to interpret it as What the hell?.

After that there was a loud thud as the collective powers of the group sent him flying through the door of the office to crash against the wall.

Out cold.



"Note to self: practice the TK thing more often, because that was seriously cool," Bridge says as he moves to shut the door.



Charlie giggled, then punched the air. "Woo! We rock! Telekinetic weirdness yay!" She looked back at the game, and deflated a little. "If only we could use it on that thing. Whose turn is it?"



"Wish me luck," Peter said as he went to roll the dice.



Peter's elephant slid forward and stopped as the words appeared on the glass once more.

Every month at the quarter moon, there will be a monsoon in your lagoon.



Peter stared. He then glanced at the girls. "Um... did it know it was my turn?"



It took Isabel a moment to get the reference. Then she grabbed a pen off the counter and pitched it at him, rolling her eyes as she did so. "Somehow I don't think that's what that game had in mind." At least I sure as hell hope not.



That was when the rain started to fall.

In the lobby.



Bridge glares up at the ceiling. "I think this game needs to invest in a dictionary. Maybe look up the definition of the word 'lagoon'. I don't think an apartment building lobby qualifies."



Silly, silly Bridge.

It started to rain harder.

Puddles started to form on the floor.



"I could try to guide it outside?" Peter suggested. Luckily he'd bumped into a few water-users in his time in Fandom.



It was an awful lot of water.

The rain was coming down in torrents and water was starting to pour down the stairs into the lobby.

The lobby was suddenly ankle deep in water that started to rise rapidly.

And look! Was that a crocodile surfacing from under the water?



"Would this be a bad time to mention out loud that I'm so glad I took out flood insurance on this place?"



"We're going to drown if we just stand here," Wyatt said. "We should -- crocodile!" The croc disappeared in a white-blue cloud of orbs, then reappeared on the far side of the room as Wyatt flung out his arm and sent it to crash against the wall.



Isabel was already making her way towards the door. A fish swam by her her leg and at the rate this game was going she wouldn't have been surprised if it was a piranha.

"Get the hell out of here?" she suggested, watching as the crocodile disappeared under the water.



"Sounds like a good option," Peter said. He had no idea what would happen if he lost a limb to a croc bite.



"Going!" Charlie said, wading toward the door, arms over her head. She could probably evaporate all of this, but it wasn't like it was going to *stop* any time soon.



The rising water made it difficult to open the door normally. "Sorry Xander!" Isabel called over her shoulder. Then TK'd the door outward and off its hinges.



The water spilled out the door even as the rain continued to fall.

The crocodile burst out of the water, snapping angrily at whatever was in reach.



"Doors I can fix," Xander called back, splashing towards the counter and doing his best to hop up on it. "Chewed-off ankles I'm not so good with; get out of the water."



Wyatt wasn't going to move until the girls were out. "Let's go!" he said, arm outstretched, ready to orb the croc again if he had to.



"I'm going. I'm going!" Isabel said, heading out the door. Granted she only went as far as just outside the door where she could still keep an on on what was going on inside.



Peter went as well. "Any idea where 'safe' would be right about now?"



As if to emphasize all of this, an ostrich stopped in front of the building and stared at them curiously for a moment before running on.



"The game! Crap! Xander! Grab the game and come on!" Isabel called through the door.



Xander leaned over and tried to sweep the pieces into his hand, but they held fast to the board; shrugging, he grabbed the whole thing and splashed down into the water again, hoping like hell the crocodile population was holding steady at one.



"At this point, I'm just glad the game board hasn't transformed into a monster or something itself," Bridge says, sloshing his way out the door.



Charlie nervously checked behind them to make sure that the crocodile wasn't getting out, then hurried to catch up with Isabel. "Is there somewhere safer where we can finish playing?"



Wyatt made sure everyone was out, then orbed outside the door himself. "I don't think there's anywhere safe we can play this thing," he said.



"The Danger Shop?" Xander suggested, only half kidding. He waved the board for emphasis as he shook water off his boots.



The monkey was bored. He'd tormented some NPC townspeople, but they'd run off. Now he was looking for something else to do.

Oh! Shiny!

Leaping down from the tree he was perched in, he dashed over and grabbed the board from Xander's hand, then scurried away down the street, the board tucked under his arm.



Xander stared after it. And...giggled. Then, somewhat defensively, looked around and said, "What? Monkeys are funny!"



"Maybe. When they're in the zoo! But that one has the board!" Isabel pointed out. "And we can't end this without it. Come on, we need to get it back."



"Game board!" Wyatt said, trying to call the game to his hand. But the monkey was moving too quickly for him to get a lock on it.



The monkey screeched and ran faster as people started to follow him.

He liked this new game.

[OOC: Not for interaction. OOC comments more then welcome and will be used to entertain the funny monkey.]