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fandomhighdorms2005-10-14 03:40 pm
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a holding cell...sort of...
*rover rolled on.*
*rover had a mission.*
*and there was danger.*
*he wondered if Lilly would find out.*
*and be impressed.*
*safely in his closet, a dangerous authorized personnel was sitting.*
*quietly, he hoped.*
*he wanted to keep the string.*
*and the bowling ball.*
*but first, his mission was to go to the dean's office.*
*the dean would know what to do.*
*or the professor.*
*rover had a mission.*
*and there was danger.*
*he wondered if Lilly would find out.*
*and be impressed.*
*safely in his closet, a dangerous authorized personnel was sitting.*
*quietly, he hoped.*
*he wanted to keep the string.*
*and the bowling ball.*
*but first, his mission was to go to the dean's office.*
*the dean would know what to do.*
*or the professor.*
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"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!?"
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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."
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*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.*
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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."
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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.
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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."
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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."
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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."
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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."
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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."
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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?
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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*
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"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."
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*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.*
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