fandomhighdorms | a holding cell...sort of...

Duce waits until she's.. safely contained.. and relaxes her control. Inhuman shrieks of rage run the gamut of noise from subvocal tibreing to scaling roars of fury.

She attacks the closest thing to her, which in this case, is a wall. Banging noises can be heard as the wall is assaulted from inside the closet, and plaster dust drifts on the air.

"Get the Dean. Or Connor. Or the motherfucking goddamn Crocodile Hunter! Someone with a fucking tranq gun! AND I MEAN NOW GODDAMNIT!!!"

The sounds of her fury continue.

There was a thud and a bump in the office outside the door, nothing compared to the noise in the closet.

"I hate it when he does that, I hate it when he does that, I fucking HATE it when he does that!!" Spider paused and took a deep breath... and heard the commotion.

After a moment of listening, he moved to lean against the door. "St. Clair?" He raised his voice to a bellow in order to be heard over the ruckus. "What the hell are you doing in the rover's closet!?"

"Something." *WHAM* "Happened." *WHAM* "To us." *WHAM* *WHAM* *CRUNCH* "Our controls." *WHAM* "Gone." A low, rumbling snarl rips through the sudden silence, punctuated by the sound of .. something.. going through something else. "Psyche." *WHAM* "Profile." *SMASH* "Page 3."

A sudden bout of Tourrette's style swearing in at least three different languages and four vocal harmonies interrupts her concentration for a minute, but she strangles them off long enough to snap out, "Tiletamine. 725mgs."

All noises cease, and her voice comes through the door in a calm, ominous manneer, "When we find out who did this, we're going to eat their motherfucking heart. Without sauce."

*standing patiently, rover waited.*

*he played the townsperson's message so the professor could hear.* (http://www.livejournal.com/users/prisoner_rover/581.html?thread=8517#t8517)

*and he waited some more.*

*worried for his bowling ball.*

*and string.*

*and closet from the sounds of it.*

Patting the rover absently, Spider grimaced. "Keep her in there and I'll be right back."

The security office was almost across the school from Spider's quarters, but spending a great deal of your life running to or from imminent death makes you fast on your feet. Spider took the stairs going down three at a time, cut across the quad, jacket flapping in the breeze, ricocheted around a corner, shot past his classroom and then up the stairs to his own quarters two at a time. He paused to lean against his own door, wheezing a bit, before letting himself inside and heading for the maker.

"C'mon, you hunk of junk...." He jerked it away from the wall and examined it carefully before setting it down again. "Medication. Tiletamine. 725mgs." He paused, thoughtfully. "I hope you know if that has to be a capsule or an injectible."

Panting, nearly sobbing breaths come from the closet as an odd sort of calm passes through Duce. Spider. His capability was completely unquestionable in her mind, so she forced herself to be still and wait.

It wasn't easy. There was a slow, grinding shriek of distressed wood as her fingers bit into the wall on either side of her.

Halfway back across the quad, Spider was nearly out of breath entirely and wondering why in the name of hell he hadn't had Rover simply ... well, do whatever the hell Rover did and make this a one-way trip.

The box in his hand was... a box. A very thin box. It had a neat label describing the contents as Duce had requested and he wasn't going to open it in case it was a spring-loading injectible or something equally hideous. ... plus, the neat, somewhat abstract picture partially concealed by the label looked like a snake and there was no sense in taking chances.

Almost falling through Rover's door, panting, he sank to his heels beside the closet. "A-all right, then." The gap beneath the door looked as though it might be just wide enough for the thin box, and he slid it beneath. "E-enjoy, kid. Give u-us a s-shout," he paused for breath, "when it's safe to open the d-door. Or just pass o-out. Whatever."

The box disappears under the door as if snatched. There's a click, a hiss, and a low, rolling chuckle. "Motherfucker.. "

Eventually, her breathing slows, but it changes to a light, rapidly soft hyperventillation. Moments later, there's the sound of a body sliding down the wall.

Her voice is utterly detached when she announces, "It's working. We can't move." There's a pause, and then a quiet, "Thanks."

"It's... what they p-pay me for." Spider leaned against the wall on the other side of the door. "I think... I think that Rover needs an emergency kit. For people with, you know, hands and stuff."

"You need a raise. Whatever they're paying you, it ain't enough." There's another pause, "Not a bad idea." Whether she means the emergency kit or the raise? Who knows.

Her voice drifts, "We were in ab psych class yesterday, talking about intermittent eruptive disorder. Something triggered an attack, but.. we never have attacks. How many hundreds of years qualifies as 'never'? .. Nevermind. Enough." She muses, "There was food.. and tea. We had a cookie. We think? Maybe not. Can't remember."

"You wouldn't catch me in that class with a cattle prod," Spider told her cheerfully, recovering somewhat. "Hell, you wouldn't catch me in my class with a cattle prod. Probably something you should take up with the Dean. He's scary enough for it."

Her voice is frosty, "Oh, believe us, we will. Just not.. right now. Could you tell him to come see us, please? It's probably best if we stay right here. The clinic doesn't have a secure ward." Another pause, "That's something the administration might want to see to, sometime soon. Bet we could get Pater to pay for it."

A sudden hacking cough interrupts her momentarily, "Until we know what they used, and when it will wear off or how to counteract it, we're not safe. Anything could set us off."

"Right. I'll have a word with the Dean." Spider pulled hismself to his feet. "... are you really all right in there?"

"We'll answer that as soon as you define 'all right'.. " She attempts amused, but can't muster the energy so it comes out rather flat. "We're narq'd and safe for about .." she mentally does the math, "5 hours, and then we'll need another dose. Couldn't move now if we wanted to, and .. we don't want to."

Her voice is barely audible, but grim, "We almost hurt one of the cubs. Whoever did this to us.. is going to have a lot to answer for. It may take us several days to get through .. asking them about it."

*sits in the closet beside her*

FiVe hOurs Isn't THAT Long, reaLly. *it's a little disturbing, that Del seems to think she's being consoling* It's nOt liKE yOU're fiXed nOW.

*she pulls out a candy shapped like a large animal cracker, with the words "Made with Real polar bears!" printed on the wrapper*

Do yOU want a LoLIpop?

Duce's head lolls back, rolling to turn her face to Delirium. "No.. not long at all. Lolipop.. sounds great, Delirium." Her head drops forward, mumbling, "We're glad you're here. We don't want to be alone with them.. right now."

*hands her the lollipop, and then takes one shaped like a whale for herself*

No, IT isN't fUn, beIng AlonE.

*Delirium looks at her with something approaching compassion, and then the closet floor is covered with giant, writhing snakes*

*they're imaginary snakes, obviously, but with one of the Endless so close, that doesn't mean much as much as reality might hope*

Duce's hand moves very slowly to take the loli, and it's a struggle for her to get it unwrapped. Tucking it in the right side of her cheek, she allows her hand to fall limply back to her side.

"We're never really alone. They're always here, too."

She smiles weakly as the snakes appear, hands moving slightly as though reaching for them. The snakes on her head writhe sluggishly in time with their reptilian brethen on the floor. Duce murmurs, "Thanks. They're so pretty."

*rover still patrolled.*

*still had issues to resolve.*

*when he got back to his office, he opened the closet door.*

*Duce was still there.*

*looking calmer.*

*looking relaxed.*

*rover squeezed into the closet with a squeaky squeak.*

*that helped him to roll over Duce and she disappeared.*

*he would not just reappear her without warning.*

*and off he rolled to the clinic.*

((OOC: Prior to continuing, is that something Spider can raid the clinic for, is he going to have to find House, or can he nip through the building and get his maker to spit it out?))

((Maker could spit it out. It's a disassociative chemical restraint used on venemous snakes. Don't know whether he'd realize the dosage is wicked high.))

((He's a pharmacuetical freak, but usually only for stuff for humans. *goes to respond.))

_{[OOC: Rover might wanna get on over to the Dean's office semi-pronto. There's a tussle. She started it.]}

(ooc: he just left for a bit for lunch, but should be on in not too long.)

(ooc: *rover rolled to the rescue.*

*sort of.*)

_{[OOC: Vala really really really wants to get Rover'd. Is that cool by you? I can wave him down.]}

We'll be needing Rover to get Jack to the clinic. (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhigh/221745.html?thread=10423345#t10423345)

*rover wibbled and wobbled and rolled off to assist.*

*Lilly is totally impressed. Especially since Duce scares her. Yay Rover!*

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