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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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*walks in* Heard ya were lookin for me sweet thing?

No need to give him a message then - here he is.

Phoebe smiles at Jayne.

"They want to quarantine me. I kind of got ~~attacked~~ bitten by one of those damn gremlins."

you want company?

Ill stay with ya, if ya want...

Phoebe smiles and nods.

"Please? I don't know Anders, but I know you." She likes having Jayne around.

dont you gotta a meeting or something to go to though?

The meeting's over and they brought me back here. *Looks at her shoulder* Those gremlins are nasty.

never met one

Good thing. Their bites hurt and apparently they make you do weird things.

*protective look* I aint gonna let you do nothin stupid

Phoebe smiles and reaches to take one of his hands as Hank brings the needle closer to her.

"Thank you. I don't want to end up like Anders."

I need you to keep Phoebe talking. I don't know when the gremlin toxin might start affecting her and we need a record of when it does.

::hands notebook and pencil to Jayne::

Welcome to Emergency Medicine 101. Take notes.

*looks absolutely lost*

*plucks the notebook out of Jayne's hands*

Here, I finished taking samples. You keep talking to her. I'll take notes.

thanks man

Here, Edward. Hank said to give you this. *thrusts bag covered in gremlin blood at him.*

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alchemic-bean.livejournal.com - 2005-09-10 04:46 (UTC) - Expand

You're still here? Oh, thank goodness.

Phoebe, I'm sorry if this sounds insulting, but we have no idea how sane you really are right now. Please stay as still as you can while I take your vitals.

Phoebe sighs and nods, sitting down. She wasn't going to win. There were more of them than there were of her.

"Alright."

Thank you, Phoebe. I'll make this as quick and painless as I can. Also, please keep talking to.. Jayne. Tell him everything that you see or hear, okay?

::checks the same stats as he collected on Anders::

Hank? Have a cookie.

*distracts him while Zero gets the makeup kit*

Thanks. ::takes cookie and absently eats it::

I need a blood sample from Phoebe too, so we can find out later how fast the toxin metabolizes. Now where did I put that lancet...