5th floor common room. Very early Friday morning

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

River had bought Berthold a large quilt and placed it next to Buffy's bed. The monster had just waved a tentacle and sniffed at it at first, but later, in the morning, he got hungry. There must be ice cream somewhere. And he now had a blanket to hide under.

With a shuffling noise the blanket moved along the corridor, sniffing loudly and heading towards the kitchen.

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[demonbelthazor]

Passing through the common room on his way to Flight and Flying, Bel noticed the shuffling blanket and eyed it warily.

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

Berthold stopped for a moment. A tentacle appeared from under the blanket. It waved slowly.

[demonbelthazor]

Tentacles, of course, reminded Bel of the demon Lysistratas. His right hand ready to summon a fireball, he prodded the blanket with his foot.

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

Berthold sniffed. He put an empty ice cream container in front of the foot, hoping that would communicate his wishes.

[demonbelthazor]

Demons rarely took out the trash, however. Bel looked over the tentacled blanket. "You, uh, looking to throw that out?" he asked.

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

Berthold put a tentacle tip in the container, then raised it to show the remains of melted ice cream on it. He sniffled.

[demonbelthazor]

"You want...more ice cream?" Bel asked.

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

Berthold flapped all his tentacles in enthusiasm. The owner of the foot seemed to understand.

[demonbelthazor]

Bel peered in the freezer. "There's chocolate, vanilla, or strawberry," he said. "Which one do you want?"

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

Berthold couldn't decide. They were all yummy. He wiggled his tentacles in general cheerfulness.

[demonbelthazor]

"All right, how about a scoop of each?" Bel said, filling the container in just that way. He couldn't believe he was serving ice cream to a possible tentacle demon. Then again, Fandom High was a pretty strange place.

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

Berthold sniffed happily and quickly devoured the ice cream he had been served. This was a nice person. He'd remember his scent for future reference.

[demonbelthazor]

"Uh, enjoy," Bel said. He gave the blanket a pat and continued on his way to class.

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

Berthold waved.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Mr. Neilson scampered out into the common room in search of bananas, or raisins. Possibly chocolate?

Or some combination therein.

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

Berthold sensed strange movements. He didn't recognise them. It smelled funny. Best to hide. He slowly retraced his steps back to the bedroom.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Mr. Neilson is a curious little monkey.

What was that noise?

He skittered after to investigate.

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

The strange movement followed him! Berthold quickly raced towards his room, missing the safety underneath the bed.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Is that blanket moving? Oh dear! Some poor creature must be stuck under it and is trying to get out!

"Eep eep!"
//Hey! Stop! Let me help you!//

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

The strange thing was making noises too! Berthold slid around the door of room 510, heading for his hiding place.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Mr. Neilson rounded the corner just in time to see the blanket start to disappear through the door of 510.

"Eep eep!"
//Hold on! I can help get that thing off don't be scared!//

He jumped at the tail end of the blanket.

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

The thing was trying to steal his blanket! Berthold squealed in horror.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Mr. Neilson missed the end of the blanket as he was distracted by the sequel.

Obviously, whoever was under the blanket did not speak squirrel monkey and was in some distress.

So to make himself understood, he did what anybody would do when speaking a language the other person doesn't understand...

He talked slower.

"Eep... Eep?"
//Hello... Are. You. Okay. Under. There?//

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

What WAS that strange noise? Berthold stopped, confused.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Who or what was under the blanket.

Mr. Neilson crept forward cautiously.

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

Berthold cautiously extended a tentacle from underneath the blanket.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Mr. Neilson freezes... Tentacles were a mixed bag...

On the one had, he was well familiar with the guardian octopus of Kurrakurradutt Island.

On the other... Tentacles. And he tends to hang out with a bunch of anime characters.

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

Berthold froze too. The creature was suddenly still and silent. Was an attack to be expected?

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Oop! The tentacle stopped!

Gingerly, Mr. Neilson reached out to touch the tip of the tentacle.

"Eep."
//Please don't eat me.//

He wibbled.

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

The tentacle wiggled. Berthold sniffed.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Mr. Neilson sniffed back.

Was that ice cream?

He crept a little closer.

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

Berthold put the half full bowl of ice cream in front of the stranger. Perhaps that would make it cease its attacks.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Okay, well this was confusing but, ICE CREAM!

Mr Neilson scooped out a handfull of ice cream and tipped his hat to the blanket.

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

The strategy seemed to work. Berthold gave a sigh of relief.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Mr. Neilson picked up an ice cream laden spoon and offered it to the blanket-tentacle-thing.

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

The stranger was willing to share. Was this an offer of friendship? Berthold accepted the spoon and ate some of the ice cream.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

This was definitely a good sign.

Mr. Neilson continued eating ice cream from his hand (ZOMGcold!) and considered the tentacle.

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

Tim bleary eyed, and feeling not so good, had somehow wound up on the fifth floor instead of the third floor common room. And there was a blanket moving down the hallway. He stared squintingly at it and made an inarticulate questioning sound. rather like Tim Allen's grunt actually

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

This was a familiar scent. This creature had been known to possess ice cream. Berthold poked him with a tentacle.

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

Tim blinked. "Oh. Hi Berthold. Exploring?"

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

Yes. Friend. Ice cream friend. Berthold waved his tentacles, including the one holding an empty ice cream container.

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

Despite his feeling icky and achey, tim grinned. "On a quest for Ice Cream eh? I think I can help you out with that."

and I must take this opportunity to say: ZOMG yay Berthold!

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

Berthold made a happy squeal.

Berthold lives!

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

The squeal hurt his head, but it was so cute he didn't mind much. He went to find ice cream, and when he had, gave it to Berthold, very, very glad to have the ability to believe in such things.

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

The ice cream disappeared quickly, and Berthold waved his tentacles happily.

[grand-fallguy.livejournal.com]

Tim smiled. "Glad I could help."