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Fifth floor common room, Wednesday evening

Nadia had set herself up in the kitchen with a large pot full of a watered-down mix of black ink, dye, and latex paint, and lots and lots of newspaper.

She was currently attempting to get the stuffed, winged pink pony into the pot.

"No, no, it's lots of fun, I promise!"

"It doesn't look very nice or happy or friendly," the pony would reply.

"Just get in the pot!"

"Why don't we play Candyland instead?" asked the pony.

It wasn't going well.

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"Yeah, that was kind of my reaction, too," Nadia said tiredly.

The pony looked up at Anders with big, wobbly, cutesy eyes. "Will you be my specially happy friend?"

Little plastic Jason Varitek tore off his catcher's mask and went sprinting toward the pony as Anders facepalmed.

"No, but 'Tek here looks like he's willing to be your specially happy friend," he told the pony. To Nadia, he said, "Wow. They're worse than I thought they'd be, somehow."

"You haven't seen the half of it," Nadia muttered, as the pony wagged its butt in cheer at the approaching "new friend". "It said the cheerleaders weren't nice because their skirts were too short, got into a fight with a stuffed turtle in my writing class, and tried to ram Pippi when she accused it of humping my leg."

". . . it wasn't really humping your leg, was it?"

"I think it was trying to climb my leg, actually. Its wings don't seem to really work."

"For that, I would almost feel sorry for it --" Anders kicked an irate shortstop ranting about having applied the tag before the runner touched the base off of his shoe -- "if it wasn't so damn scary."

The pony was watching the miniature sports stars with a keen eye.

"I don't think those boys are very nice or happy," it commented. It turned to look at Nadia. "You shouldn't associate with that sort."

"Get in the pot, and I won't."

The pony wasn't buying it.

Anders looked at the pony. "They've been fighting all day. I think they like it. Can't you do anything about it?"

Realizing what he'd just said, he looked horrified. "Oh Lords, I think I just turned traitor."

Nadia stared at him. "How could you?!"

The pony, though, was beaming. "They just need some nice, specialy happy friends!"

"I'm sorry!" Anders wailed. "But these guys think if I even breathe I'm going to make an unfair call against their team! They've been accusing me of unfair bias all day!"

He glared at the pony. "You're welcome to them. And you guys can all be nice and specially happy together."

"Yay!" said the pony.

Nadia rolled her eyes again. "I'll be glad when this thing wears off."

"So will I -- ow, motherfrakker!"

Two of the baseball players had decided to start clubbing Anders's right foot with their bats.

"Hey!" Nadia barked in a no nonsense tone. "Penalty! You're both benched, now!"

The pony stared at her, almost awed.

"Who the hell died and made you the head umpire?" grumbled one of the two sluggers, stalking off to sulk beneath one corner of the couch while the other shuffled toward the other end of the couch.

"Nice," Anders said, just as awed as the pony but much less pink. "I've been trying to do that all day. You want a job as team manager?"

Nadia shook her head with a laugh. "That's okay. I think I just caught them by surprise, is all."

"Nice job," Anders told her. "Oh, by the way? Sorry about the creepy ogling thing on Saturday. Which of course was not exactly me, but still."

"Well, the warning still stands. But I know that wasn't you."

"Thank frak. The real me would never do something like that," Anders said with a brief, but ironic smile.

"Yep, the real you only goes after certain, specific people."

Anders just blinked at her innocently.

Nadia gave him a knowing look.

Not that she knew anything, per se, it was just kinda fun to give him a knowing look.

It was probably kinda fun to see Anders go bug-eyed and try very hard -- and fail -- to keep from flailing, too.

Seriously entertaining, that. Nadia's knowing look turned a little smug.

Anders blinked rapidly at her. ". . . what?"

"Oh, nothing," she said, still looking knowing and smug.

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