The gym, Friday morning

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This is like the third week in a row Aeryn's had to hit things before anyone comes down to the gym. That has to be some sort of record, even for her. Her phone's laying on the mat, off to the side and out of the way, too. It's also turned up really loudly, just in case anyone should decide to call. Not that one thing has anything to do with the other.

[For tatooine_doofus. I'm going to work soon, but the gym is open, should your character decide to get into gear. *nods*]

5th Floor Common Room, Early Friday Afternoon

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JD was in the common room, making chocolate chip cookies. Or, rather, he would be making chocolate chip cookies if any of the cookies ever made it into the oven. Unfortunately, the batter seemed to be making a bit of a permenant pit stop in his mouth.

He was waving around a wooden spoon, covered in flour, singing "We're going to make a cake" in his best french accent as he worked on batch two of cookie dough. Maybe this time it would result in cookies.

Room 666 - Friday Night

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A small group had gathered in the Sixth Floor Common Room and readied themselves. Hamlet, taking the lead in a way that would have made his father proud, informed them all of the situation and what had been found after some library research. Hamlet was mildly amused that it took a soul-devouring supreme evil being to urge him into making a decision, but he decided not to give it too much thought.

Weapons were troublesome considering there were cameras in the public areas, so all they had were things they could conceal and that might not necessarily be considered conventional weapons.

There was no telling what could be used to take down this thing.

They had no idea what to expect, but they were all willing to step up and fight it.

The group headed down to Room 666 and Hamlet placed his hand on the doorknob.

He swung open the door and walked in. Others followed, with Kawalsky bringing up the rear and holding on firmly to the door in case it had any ideas.

It did have ideas. The door was wrenched from Kawalsky's hand by an unnatural force and slammed hard behind them.

They were trapped in this room that now looked a lot bigger than it had before, but they weren't alone.


Something was alive in here. They could hear it breathing.


[OOC: Locked to the baddie-hunting gang, or ping me to join in. Wait for OCD. Go for it.]