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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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From 202, Susan begins to wonder if she isn't going to have to break out The Voice...

::from downstairs (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhighdorms/15403.html), Hank's ears perk up::

I think that he's unconscious, Chiana.

::sighs, then picks up and slings Anders over his shoulder::

Would you watch out from gremlins while I carry him back to his room?

And you people wonder why I'm scared of the common room.

*laughs*

*holds up sign with a 10 on it*

Perfect form, dude. You're the Next Big Thing.

*pokes his head out of 209, eyebrows lifted* That was...rather unexpected. Do you need help carrying him, McCoy?

*notes the bite marks, manages not to make a comment about inadequate swordsmanship*

Thank you for the offer, Julian, but I'm stronger than I seem. However, would you watch him and make certain that the gremlins don't return before we retrieve Zero's belongings from the common room?

One moment. *ducks back into room, re-emerges loading a small gun* I was in Study Hall this morning and saw Principal Connor net a gremlin--given this circumstance, I think shooting them might be condoned.

*In deference to Chiana's ~~innocence~~ request, he picks up the lampshade and places it in a strategic location on Anders' inert body* In the absence of his valet, will this do?

*turns, aims for the green thing, and squeezes off two shots without a pause for breath. Second shot wounds the gremlin; it squalls and scamper-limps across the hall, leaving a narrow trail of turquoise blood*

Grazed it. Bloody thing's quick. Swerval, Hank, anyone else want to chip in here?

*sticks his head out the door at #229*

What the hell is going on out here? I've got an experi--

*sees little green thing go past*

Uh...

What kills these things?

Aw, screw it. *claps hands together and drops into a crouch, slamming both palms against the floor*

*the floor underneath a handful of the creatures shoots straight up and slams into the ceiling, effectively smushing the creatures against the ceiling*

*blinks*

Crude, but effective. Though you get to explain what happened to the floor to Principal Connors.

*goes to check on Anders* Seems to still be out. It might be a good idea to keep watch on him, since we've no clue how long the effects of the bites may last.

*twitches and knocks the lampshade to the floor, still unconscious but faintly giggling*

Ah, but that's the beauty of alchemy.

*claps hands again and returns floor to its original, flat state*

Although, I don't know if that *points at the ceiling* stain is ever gonna come out.

*smirks* Who says she ever has to know?

Hey, if you wanted to play Marines and Pilots, you just had to ask. ;)

::comes running back up the stairs::

We're done with the gremlins in the common room, but now we have another wounded (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhighdorms/15403.html?thread=167467#t167467) on the way up. Keep an eye on her when she gets here.

And someone get me a sheet to cover Anders "area". I need his leg clear.

::starts checking Anders' pupils, pulse, temperature::

::starts inspecting the bite-marks, noting number, placement and color of the surrounding area as well as feeling the leg for bruising or swelling::

::nods at Chiana without looking up from Anders::

Thanks. Get me something to write with; I need to keep track of his vitals and symptoms.

*pokes her head in, notes who's there, waves to Julian, nods curtly to Chiana*

Phoebe's on her way up, I think I'm going for the Doctor, anything you need in case I can't find the guy?

*shows up lugging a bag full of vials and other miscelleanous equipment*

*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.

Thanks, Ed. Take a couple of vials and get some samples of the gremlin blood.

::quickly looks over the equipment and grabs a lancet and an empty test tube::

If you can't find House, find Principal Connor. She apparently knows what the hell those things are.

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