fandomhighdorms | Second floor common room: Sunday evening (after the Juniors have their meeting)

Barbossa feels that it's time to enlighten the new students (and faculty, should they feel like attending).

So he's gone through his archival footage of the last semester and tried to pull up video, audio, and photos of what makes Fandom High such a...unique...place to be.

He has put his copy of the holiday pageant into the common room's VCR first, but he also has tape of Annie the Vampire Slayer, the Strip Triad tournament, footage from Zombie Weekend, and Talky Toaster hitting on absolutely everything that walked past him.

In addition there's a copy of Jake's radio apology to Logan (and the song requests), the broadcast of the night Angel got souled, and photographs of Logan as a bunny, Cam as a puppy, John Crichton as Johnina, Marty as Connor, Anders wearing makeup after his first encounter with a gremlin, and the JA leather show.

If you ask him nicely, he'll even sell you a copy of Anakin's version of Little Bunny Foo Foo. He'll definitely let you watch the entire night's work of one Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants.

Come in, newbies, and be enlightened! Come in, old timers, and be humiliated! Come in, Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants! Barbossa has pie.

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"I-I have a right not to be yelled at," Broots protested. "And, and, you already saw it! You said so!" He grumbled to himself, then scratched his thigh, looking disgruntled.

Taking a step away, Broots pitched forward. Because Parker wears three-inch heels that Broots is completely incapable of navigating. Or realizing are there.

"Whoa..." Bridge says, and intercepts 'Broots' before they hit the ground. He notes the gremlin bite, and the fact that the other person, whoever they were, kept using the word 'minion'. Plus, something was just... off. This was not the dude he was used to. "Broots?" he asks, cautiously.

"Thanks, man. Whoa. Head-rush." Broots looked embarassed, then his face creased in dismay. "J.C.! Oh, no!" He pulled away from Bridge and crawled to the computer. "Please be okay, please be okay..."

Blair wandered down the hallway, debating whether he should go to Angel's to pick up socks.

Seeing Parker and Bridge up ahead he slowed down to say hi. Only... "Uh- What?"

Miss Parker rolled her eyes again. "Broots, you care more about that laptop than the fact that you just fell! And then you wonder why I insult you. Jeez."

With the throwing about of "minion" and the tone "Parker" was taking with "Broots", Krycek had a good idea of what their relationship was like. Seeing Parker crawl after a laptop was possibly going to scar him mentally though. He looked up as the new person joined them, sighing. "Gremlin bite. They've changed personalities. It'd be funny if it weren't really damn disturbing."

"Gremlin?" Blair's eyes widened. "Broots and...Parker? That's...um...whoa. Are they...you know...stuck there? Can we switch 'em back? Like medicine? Anti-gremlin syrup or something?"

Bridge shrugs. "They'll be back to normal eventually," he says. "Within a day or two, usually, but it's not an exact science, you know?"

Blair blinked slowly. "But...um. What do we do with them now? Should we ask them to lie down? Oh! Maybe a cold rag for their foreheads!"

Broots was still clucking over J.C., opening up the laptop and checking the screen for cracks, hitting the keys and staring purposefully at the display that came up, then patting it. "You're okay, guy." He smiled up, relieved. "He's okay!"

Parker glared at him. "Broots, you're talking to your laptop. It's not like he's a pet." She let out a sigh. "Are you in one piece?" Her tone of voice made it clear that she could have cared less.

"Hunh? Oh, sure." Broots nodded, then hunched over a bit. "And you're not hurt, right?" The tone indicated that he was afraid he'd be hit for asking.

Parker stiffled a groan. "No Broots, you're not that much of a spazz."

"Cool." He nodded nervously, and went back to powering down J.C. "I still want to watch the pageant. If you guys aren't, like, going to drag us off somewhere?"

Krycek was trying to ignore them, but it was difficult. For some reason he kept thinking of Broots, if that was indeed the other kid, trying to kiss him and Jake and-- He made a face and addressed Blair. "Do you think they're really going to go lie down quietly? They don't even believe anything's wrong." But it was, most definitely, very wrong. Ugh.

Blair watched Broots and Parker. Or Parker and Broots. Or... He shook his head.

"I don't really think that I want to be in charge right now. At all." Blair waved his arms. "So if they don't want to lie down...I'm not going to make them do it."

"Okay!" Bridge chirped. "I have a plan. You two..." he grabbed Parker and Broots by the arm, "come with me. We're all going to sit in the Common Room and watch some videos (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomhighdorms/371711.html?view=15825151#t15825151), okay?"

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