5th Floor Common Room - Sunday evening.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi had come back from her trip into town with Molly to discover a bunch of holes in the wall, including one in Proty's eye.

Poor Protty!

So she flounced back into town to get a few supplies and was now patching the holes in the wall and painting over them.

She started with Proty's eye. Which she patched and then painted an eye-patch over it.

Then she added a goatee, a magnificent hat, and a hook on the end of one of his tentacles.

Meet Proty's cousin.

Obed.

She smiled at her handy work and got to work on the rest of the wall.

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[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders wandered up to the fifth floor with a dazed, mildly disturbed expression on his face. It was the look of Trying To Not Let My Brain Break Into Subatomic Particles, and in fact he hadn't quite processed his exact surroundings yet.

"Hi, Pippi," he said in a distant voice.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi turned to see who was talking to her, there was some paint on her nose.

"Hi! An....ders? What's wrong?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"My brain hurts," he said weakly. "Time travel . . . distance . . . difference . . . whatever, stuff. Whatcha doing?"

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Oh I'm sorry." Pippi said tilting her head at him. "I understand that can be a real mind fucker. I was just fixing some damage to the wall and re-painting some bits. But I can come back to that later... Do you want some fizzy lemonade?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, that'd be good. Can I help with the wall? It might distract me." Anders rubbed at the back of his neck. "Nine frakking years . . ."

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Sure thing!" she said fishing two bottles out of the fridge. "Do you spackle?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"No, but I can. Just give me some spackle and a putty knife, and oh my Lords, what happened in here?"

[electric-sitar.livejournal.com]

Demyx slinked into the common room and curled up in a corner with his music paper. Maybe they wouldn't notice him.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Yeah, right.

"Hi Demyx oooor... What ever your new name is... I forget. I didn't have it memorized. Did you find who you were looking for?"

[electric-sitar.livejournal.com]

Demyx looked up at her nervously, curling his fingers tighter around his pen. "Um...what? I was looking for someone?"

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Ya." she nodded as she painted a gold loop on Obed's ear... Or where the ear would be if he had an ear.

"Last night. You said you were looking for somebody that looks like Greg. So I told you where I last saw Greg, but he wasn't there... Don't you remember?"

[electric-sitar.livejournal.com]

"Noo..." Demyx said slowly. Then carefully set his pen down and facepalmed. "Nadia bit me yesterday at the game."

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"... Was she... Hungry? Were you... Covered in hot sauce?"

[electric-sitar.livejournal.com]

"She was all dressed up like a gremlin. The mascot, you know? And then she bit me!" He shook his head. "Next thing I knew, it was nighttime and I was wandering around outside."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Hey," Anders said to the guy he'd met yesterday. "You're the guy who was looking for Demyx yesterday, right?"

[electric-sitar.livejournal.com]

"I am Demyx," Demyx replied, giving Anders a strange look.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"But . . ." Anders frowned. His brain was already confused enough without this. "You said yesterday that really cool jacket you were wearing belonged to Demyx and you were trying to find him!"

[electric-sitar.livejournal.com]

"I don't remember yesterday!" Demyx replied, trying desperately not to flail. "I only remember up to the part of the basketball game where Nadia bit me, and then I was suddenly outside at night in my Organization jacket."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Organization XIII, right?" asked Anders. "You asked me if I got that memorized. So if you're Demyx, who were you yesterday?"

[mmmanchovies.livejournal.com]

"Roomie!" Fry said when he walked in. "You're alive! And here! Waaait, maybe now you're my ex-roomie. What happened to all your stuff?"

[electric-sitar.livejournal.com]

"Ex-roomie," Demyx said happily. "I moved out."

[mmmanchovies.livejournal.com]

"Cool!" Fry grinned. "More room! Now I can install that dance game I bought. And not have to wear a snorkel to sleep! But stop by any time."

[electric-sitar.livejournal.com]

"You have fun with that. I'm enjoying the personal space, myself. And I don't have to check with anybody else if I decide to bring company home." Demyx smirked.

[mmmanchovies.livejournal.com]

"Hey heeey," Fry grinned. "That I can get behind. You ol' dog."

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

Later that evening River managed to make an appearance in the common room. She glanced nervously at Proty. But the octopus no longer had that gaping hole in his eye. It was nicely patched, and the octopus actually looked quite cheerful.

"He's been resurrected," River whispered.