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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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[bluemanoncampus.livejournal.com]

::thinking *very* fast::

::slightly panicked tone:: But you don't need to get undressed for the pool here. The water isn't as wet.

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe cocks her head and looks at him with interest. "It's not, well that's no fun. I want to go swimming in very wet water, not water that is not as wet."

[bluemanoncampus.livejournal.com]

I agree; the wetter the water, the better the swim. We have to wait, unfortunately.

::desperately trying to think of a distracting topic of conversation::

Your eyes are very pretty, Jayne thinks so too. Do you know what color Jayne's eyes are?

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe smiles and nods. "Oh yes. I have spent a lot of time looking at Jayne and his eyes."

[bluemanoncampus.livejournal.com]

Then tell me, please. I don't see the same colors that you do and I'm curious.

(OOC: hitting the sack in a few minutes. Assume that Hank kept you distracted until help came or the toxin ran its course::