http://apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] apocalypsesoon.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2006-03-01 01:28 am

Near first floor lobby early Tuesday eve.

John lay in his bed after class, in the early evening, hating his sinuses.

Left side. Nothing.
Right side.
Back.
Front.
Fetal position right side. Slight movement.

Sighing, he decided to take a hot shower to combat the lack of humidity. He rubbed his nose, and decided to use the ol' swimmer's trick of blowing his nose while pinching the nostrils shut.

His ears popped, but still felt funny.

Giving it up for naught, he walked into the bathroom.

And screamed.

[identity profile] prof-cregg.livejournal.com 2006-03-01 07:59 am (UTC)(link)
Coming back from the Perk, as she dug her keys out she heard a scream. Being, well, here, she couldn't just let it go. Off to investigate, she knocked on the boys room door and looked at the floor.

"Are you ok in here?"

[identity profile] prof-cregg.livejournal.com 2006-03-01 07:33 pm (UTC)(link)
"You didn't get bit by a gremlin, did you? I thougth we got rid of all of them."

She's utterly at a loss, wanting to help because no one screams like that for no reason, but...hello. Boy's Room. It has like an anti female barrier, doesn't it?

[identity profile] prof-cregg.livejournal.com 2006-03-04 08:39 pm (UTC)(link)
She stood there, staring at him for a minute, trying to place his voice.

"Mr....Connor?"

[identity profile] prof-cregg.livejournal.com 2006-03-04 09:14 pm (UTC)(link)
"What in the hell happened to you? youyouyouyou..."

[identity profile] prof-cregg.livejournal.com 2006-03-04 09:31 pm (UTC)(link)
She blinked, and shook her head. "Um, I don't know. Most of the gremlins are gone, I think."

[identity profile] prof-cregg.livejournal.com 2006-03-04 09:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"Um, jeez..." utterly stunned, she can't even try to pretend this isn't a big deal. "I'd guess the clinic? And super dorky looking hearing isn't the worst thing you could have, I imagine. It's not like you've become Arm-Fall-Off boy or something."

Laughing on the inside. So hard.

[identity profile] prof-cregg.livejournal.com 2006-03-04 09:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"Who'd want to talk to fish?" she looked at him quizzically and stepped out of his way, "I can think of worse things. You could be like Lana and spout the chemical compunds of things you taste."

She stopped and looked at him.

"Apparently everything she tastes."

[identity profile] prof-cregg.livejournal.com 2006-03-04 10:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"It could be worse, John. It could always be worse. Why don't you head down to the clinic and see what they suggest."