Urgent telephone call

[jerusalem-s.livejournal.com]

Spider was still pacing as he watched the changing scene outside his window, munching absently at the almost empty bucket of caribou eyeballs. Thus far everything seemed all right, although he kept remembering Seimei's words about worse.

As his fingers finally touched the bottom of the bucket, his vision blurred for a moment. He froze, blinking furiously. His vision cleared, but a moment later, his head started to hurt.

"Ah Fuck!" Fumbling for his phone, he stabbed a random button. "Pick up this time you little bastards...."

"Yeah? What?" Jake barked out. "...don't know, grab the fucking booze! What do you want?"

"Get to the fucking school," Spider rasped, sinking to his knees. "Yearbook sale... the fucking maker's... on drugs again. Something in the... food!"

"Boss?" Jake said bewildered. "What the hell -" he blanched and held the phone out from his ear at the shout. "- yes, yes, we're on our way!"



((OOC note: Some of the food will be perfectly safe, ie the note about not screwing with people who didn't want to be screwed with, if anyone of those ate it. The rest of it... well, welcome to fun and games, kids. You now think that you're your own worst enemy and it will not wear off till morning. Read comments to see how this translates for Spider.))

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[jerusalem-s.livejournal.com]

Spider threw the phone across the room, folding over and trying to remind himself how to breathe. Whatever was in the damn food wasn't terribly strong, or he wouldn't have made it all the way through the entire bucket of caribou eyes... but it was making things awfully fuzzy and look at the pretty colors....

Five minutes later, a blood-curdling screech rang through the halls of the school as Spider Jerusalem, still clad only in his pajama pants, skidded into the hallway. He was wearing a tie and a strap-on halo, a broad, frightening smile, and brandishing a chainsaw.

"I'm going to find you, you career-wrecking son-of-a-bitch... and then you will paaaaaayyyyyy!!!!!"

[sensethevisions]

((OOC: *dies*))

[prisoner-rover.livejournal.com]

*rover rolled.*

*rover patrolled.*

*he rooted out danger.*

*he put a stop to danger.*

*he stopped the continuous bush tromping.*

*...especially the continuous bush tromping.*

*anyone in his way was instantly rolled up.*

*unauthorized townspeople personnel found on campus were sent directly to the church.*

*authorized personnel were sent, dazed, to the lobby of the dorm.*

*unauthorized nonpeople, nonliving personnel were sent directly to the public works equipment yard, a large pile of zombie goo spreading out in front of the wood chipper.*

*rover would send a letter of apology to the city planning office tomorrow.*

*if there was a tomorrow.*

*in the meantime, rover had problems.*

*many problems.*

*there was a problem.*

*the professor was a problem.*

*in his pajamas.*

*...especially in his pajamas.*

*rover rolled through the campus.*

*the professor was found running through the halls of the school. *

*with a halo.*

*rover sagged and watched the professor.*

*he rolled forward and mercifully the professor disappeared.*

*and reappeared in the dormitory offices.*

*locked.*

*with his pajamas.*

*...but without his halo.*

*..or the chainsaw.*

*and rover went back on patrol.*

[jerusalem-s.livejournal.com]

From the locked office of the dorms emerges a screaming and a pounding. Between near hysterical, frothing curses, such phrases as 'You can't do this to me!' and 'Curse you, Jerusalem!' as well as the occasional bit of mad raving can be heard.

[krycek-rat.livejournal.com]

Coming down the hall after all the mayhem, while the sounds of partying can be heard from the common room, Krycek growls a dire threat at Jake before something else coffee-related comes out of his mouth. Jake shoots him a glare and Krycek just walks down the corridor, rumor having told him there'd been screaming of a lunatic sort from this area earlier.

Peering into the darkened office, he sees a foot up on top of a desk, the leg leading down somewhere behind it. He carefully unlocks the door with Jake hovering behind him unhelpfully and goes in to make sure Spider's not dead.

Jake makes a face when Krycek wonders where to put him, suggesting maybe leaving him would be a better idea than any. Krycek agrees and they at least arrange Spider to be curled up on the couch within the office - mostly at Krycek's insistence, Jake being of the opinion that he maybe enjoyed waking up stiff and sore and they shouldn't interfere too much.

Leaving the door unlocked, Krycek and Jake head off to the dorms proper. And hopefully some coffee, before Jake expires.

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((OOC- I love you SO much right now.))

[deirdreofamber.livejournal.com]

((LOVING Rover!!!!11!!one!!eleven!!!Squee))