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[Friday Night, Room 306] Sticky Situation

The door to 306 is slightly ajar. If you were to crack it open just a bit more, you might see this charming tableau:

6 stood with his arms crossed, amusement and annoyance both flickering across his face. Logan Echolls faced him, his back against the closet door -- more accurately, his waist against the closet door.

"Well, Goodfellow, I did tell you to stop backing up. Not to worry, though. The supermagnet is on an automatic release cycle. You'll be free in an hour."

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Logan pulled his "Ethics Slave" badge from his pocket and waved it at her.

"Oh, like hell this is that. I didn't ask him to do this!"

"Then...what's going on?" Rory asks, confused.

"It's complicated. The door is magnetized. Logan's belt is metal. My wristwatch is metal. I can't take my hand off of him!"

"Mm. Then why don't you just take your watch off?"

"The buckle has magnetized to itself now, unfortunately. I didn't choose this position. He asked me to try this!"

"Somehow, I'm not really inclined to believe either of you."

"He said to get him off of the closet. I attempted it. Now we're here." 6 bristled. "I never lie, madame. Ever."

Rory apologetically shook her head. "I only meant that you're both going to defend your own skewed position. I don't think either of you are lying."

"What does your being a slave have to do with....?" She waves a hand at the scene.

"He set this up!" Logan said. "I don't know what he was planning, but I did not agree to kinky sex games!"

"Liar! Brigand!"

"Better not've," Rory said good-naturedly. "Why is the door magnetized anyway?"

"To trap idiots who bump into my door after being warned against it!" He gave the belt another tug.

"I didn't -- Oh, would you just stop?" Logan looked around at the crowd that had gathered. "Anyone here have a knife?"

"Idiot! Metal near a magnet. Unless you have a death wish, that's not very bright of you."

*sighs, and pulls the sonic screwdriver out of his pocket*

Children, children, children. Setting 351361 should work... *fiddles with the screwdriver, and approaches the two*

I could unstick you, if you like.

"Yes, for the love of God, man, yes!"

Jack leans into the room, looks around at 6, Logan and Rory, and says, "I'm going back to my legos." And leaves.

Hold up, Legos?

Jack... hold on a minute! *follows him*

Yeah? Are you lost? I'm pretty much the only one here not busy tonight, so if you need some help I'd be happy to help out.

*looks at Jack for a moment, smiling*

Well... I've been looking for you, actually.

Me? I kind of figured no one would be looking for me this weekend. Are you sure you're looking for me? There's a buttload of Jacks at this school. Jack Harkness. Future time agent, current Lego champion. Nice to meet you.

*pauses, and shakes his head*

Good to meet you, Jack Harkness. I'm Doctor John Smith, *flips out his ~~slightly psychic paper~~ "Time Agency ID"* of the Time Agency, actually. Was wondering if I could have a few moments of your time.

*a smile grows, slowly but covers his face* Sure. Um... my roommate seems occupied. The common room's empty. *leads the way*

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