Zack awoke from a nightmare where pure logic killed, and he had to talk with creepy, smug, young psychologists with shiny, too-big teeth.

He sat up and looked down at his new breasts. "Oh good, I needed something rational after that."

Zack had taken care of the things in his room before moving down to the cabins, so the only thing that remained to do was pack the belongs he'd brought down here.

He might have been taking longer than he strictly needed to do so.

[Zack is leaving, woe. Open if anyone wants to say goodbye.]

After his efforts in the library failed to pan out, Zack returned to his room to continue researching there. At first there was very little return, but after finally just inputting a seemingly random collections of search words, an article on www.zomgconspiracy.com caught his eye.

( Seer or Sicko? )

Zack frowned as he looked over his room, it was exactly as it'd been twenty years ago, down to the faint smell of tangerine emanating from the bathroom.

He wondered vaguely how many people the room had laid claim to since graduation.

[Establishy, but open if you don't mind extreme SP.]

Zack had thought long and hard, before eventually deciding on the perfect costume.

Which was why he was holed up in his room with hair-clippers and a bottle of dye. After all, the point of Halloween costumes was to scare people, and Zack was sure this would scare at least one person.

And it would be legen...wait for it..dary.

[open]

Zack was taking a shower when a faint smell of tangerine reached his nostrils. Sniffing, he searched for the source of the smell.

He was kneeling by the drain, when with a faint slurping sound, he disappeared without a trace.

The shower of Room 333 had claimed another victim.

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After his encounter in the library, Zack had spent the afternoon and evening in his room, studying himself and trying to figure out what was happening.

Since he didn't have any classes until fourth period, he'd start again once he woke up and got out of bed. Literally.

He wasn't having much luck.

[ooc: open!]

( *ring-ring* )

Between the deathsticks, the booze, the caffeine, the sugar, and the lack of sleep, Zack felt like death warmed up.

Then the phone started ringing.

Covering his head with a pillow and letting the machine take the message, Zack allowed himself small smirk at the outrage in Parker's voice before trying to figure out if it was worth the effort to ( Read more... )

Zack woke up wondering why his mouth felt like, well, felt. And if it had something to do with his crazy dream last night about being Alanna, which seemed to involve roof jumping with Nadia, arguing with Alanna's cat, and getting drunk with JamieRubbing his eyes, he peered up at his bright red fringe, before proceeding to attempt to smother himself ( Read more... )