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The door to room 201 starts to swing open slowly, and a couple of tiny green furballs go skittering down the hallway at breakneck pace as soon as the opening is wide enough for them. There's a soft bump as the doorknob hits the wall, and out into the hallway steps Anders, wearing an impossibly wide grin, a lampshade on his head, a couple of bleeding red bite marks around his ankles . . . and nothing else.

"I feel too strong to war with mortals -- BRING ME GIANTS!!!"

Grabbing an empty poster tube that's been lying on the floor, he charges down the hallway at full speed, dancing and slashing, swinging the tube with wild abandon in a broad comedy demonstration of How Exactly To Not Fight A Rapier Duel. His wordless battle cry reaches an almost operatic note . . . just as he reaches the wall at the far end of the hallway and meets it headfirst. The lampshade goes flying, the poster tube drops from his nerveless hand, and he keels over unconscious right there on the floor in fine inglorious fashion.

Were anyone in the vicinity to be gifted with supernaturally keen hearing, it's likely they'd hear hysterical high-pitched snickering coming from the corner where two small fuzzy green creatures are excitedly bouncing up and down.

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*comes in, holding a six-pack of soda and a package of homemade chocolate chip cookies*

Oi. Brought snacks. 'M gonna go tell Phoebe's roommates what's goin' on. Save me a biscuit.

*is back*

For the love of squall, can we put some pants on Anders? *realizes that would mean touching him* Are there any telekinetics around?

::sharply:: He's covered! That's good enough for now.

::less sharply, but harried:: Let me know when Phoebe gets here.

Dude, she's here. Look around for once.

And she's trying to leave, so...do something. She said she needs to find Jayne!

Sorry, I didn't notice. Hold her still while I take her vitals and get a blood sample.

::gets a clean lancet and test tube from Ed's pile o' stuff::

Look, guys, I'm fine. Thanks for the concern but it's not needed.

*Is moving towards the door*

*skids back into room, after going for Professor Jerusalem*

Hank? How did Phoebe get to the newspaper meeting?

Damn damn damn! She slipped out while I was getting Anders' sample!

I don't know where the meeting is, will you show me?

::grabs notebook, pencil, makeshift bloodwork equipment::

::distractedly:: Nevermind. She's back and found Jayne. Thanks for letting me know, though.

No prob. Just makin' sure you had the swoo. *reaches for cookie*

I left your bag just inside your door. Hopefully it should be safe in there.

What's with the naked guy over there? I feel like I missed something important.

...are those homemade?

*examines them*

I somehow doubt it. But you never know.

Anders? Got bit by a green thing. *studies him* Which evidently brings out his exhibitionist tendencies. *smirks*

I'm Parker. And you are?

Hamlet. Sixth floor with all those shifty-eyed people. Not here by choice.

What *are* those demons that can do such a thing to a person?

*tries one of the cookies anyway* It's a little dry, but kind of ... good.

You got me. Until this week, all my demons were metaphorical.

*munches* Zero, these are good. Did you make them, or was it the sister you were talking about?

And who of us is here by choice? Welcome to the Kingdom of the Choiceless.

He got bit by a gremlin and went crazy.

And yes.