Wandering the hallways, sunday morning

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Jake had also heard Zoe's announcement. He'd contemplated it for all of five seconds, and then stuffed all his coffee and related products into his backpack. Protecting the coffee was the most important thing. Therefor he was currently stalking the hallways, figuring that being on the move would be safer. He might be a little jumpy.

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Seely stumbled down the hallway.

After yesterday's fight, he was bruised, bloody, and battered, and even though he hadn't been checked out by a doctor yet, he was fairly sure several of his fingers and ribs were broken, but he wasn't headed to the clinic.

After all, he had to go rescue Willow.

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Jake jumped at the noise. "You can't have the coffee!" he announced, spinning around.

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Seely blinked at Jake. "Coffee?"

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"You can't have it," Jake repeated. He took in Seely's appearance. "In fact, I think you should go fight some more, to protect the coffee."

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"Can't protect the coffee," Seely replied, leaning against a handy wall. "Have to rescue Willow."

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"You think Willow is more important than coffee?" He didn't actually add 'you freak' but it was pretty clear from his tone of voice.

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"She was...trolls, kidnapped by trolls."

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Jake considered it. "Then you should definitely go and keep them occupied. I mean, rescue Willow. Um. Why are you here? Are there trolls here?"

He looks around the hallway suspiciously.

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"I was...somewhere, Parker took me somewhere, yesterday, after the trolls came."

[notajar]

Door wanders out into the third floor hallway, drawn by a scent she can't quite identify (that'd be unbrewed coffee products) that nonetheless smells like it might stop her from faceplanting on the floor of Carmela's room.

"What are you carrying? Can I have some?" Lack of sleep occasionally makes her blunt, yes.

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Jake stared at her, clutching his backpack tighter. "No! Mine! Also if I started handing out coffee, there will be a stampede and there won't be any left."

[notajar]

"It's coffee?" Door frowns, peering at his backpack. "How'd you keep it from spilling in there?"

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Jake stared more. "Coffee beans? Before they get in their lovely liquid state?" What kind of heathen was this girl?

[notajar]

"Ohhhhhh." Door nods and leans against the corridor wall. "Sorry, I've not slept much. We were up most of the night looking for anything about trolls on the internet." She peers again, though. "Why are you carrying coffee that you can't drink around?"

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"So I can keep it safe and drink it later," Jake explained. He frowned. All he knew was that the place was under attack, not what exactly was attacking. "Trolls? Like, little trolls? Or big mean trolls?"

[notajar]

"The second. They threw shells and fish at Isabel and me."

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Jake blinked. "...That's the weirdest weapons I've heard of. Was it smelly fish?"

[notajar]

"Quite." Door makes a face. "I think they were just throwing whatever was to hand; we were on the beach and throwing driftwood at them."

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"Hi, roomie," Seely attempted to wave to Door.

[notajar]

"Oh Em Gee Doubleyew Tee Eff Barbecue?" Yes, she spelled it out. She's never heard anyone pronounce it, so she's guessing. "What happened to you?"

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"Troll," Seely replied, then added. "It fell on me. Yesterday."

[notajar]

Door winces. "Have you been to the clinic? That doesn't look good."

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"I'm going to go to the clinic," Seely said. "After I rescue Willow."

[notajar]

"Are you drunk?" Door asks matter-of-factly.

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"No," Seely replied. "The troll hit my head though."