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Deck Area/Patio [Saturday Afternoon]

So, Hannibal had had a good night last night. Very good night. And since it had all started out here, he figured he should just never ever leave.

So, he was back out there, shirt off (it was hot), and lounging in one of the chairs with a cool bottle of water nearby.

He kind of loved this place.

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When Alec went to take a look outside at the new patio, it led to a discovery, and a proud one at that. "You seem to be settling in really well," he noted, grinning.

"I can honestly say that I'm loving getting adjusted," he said and sighed happily.

"Yeah?" He sat down in one of the chairs nearby. "All good things, so far?"

"Dandy," he said, smiling over at Alec. "How 'bout you?"

"Nothing special, but nothing bad, either," he shrugged. "Classes and life, pretty much. You?"

"I was out here last night," Hannibal told him, nodding. "It was the grand opening or something. I didn't stay long but it was nice anyway. Better than being all cooped up in common rooms all summer."

Gladys tromped onto the deck, looking as distressed as someone with an immobile clay face could look.

She was swarming with wee pirates, who seemed to be under the impression she was some sort of vessel. They'd boarded her and claimed possession - even planted a wee pirate flag on her head - and their triumphant 'Arrrs' could be clearly heard.

"I Am Not A Boat And You Must Get Off Me." They took no notice, and she couldn't pluck them off for fear of hurting them - technically, they were people.

Hannibal thought he was dreaming when he caught sight of the...new arrival.

"Uh."

That's all he had at the moment.

One of the wee pirates scrambled down Gladys' face to the tiny bump she had in place of a nose and brandished a cutlass at Hannibal in a threatening manner.

"Stop That," she told it, trying to shoo it off her face. "I Am Sorry. They Have No Manners And They Will Not Leave."

"I'm not even drinking," he muttered before sitting up and looking at the situation in front of her. "What are they? Mosquitoes?"

"They Are Small Pirates," she explained, slumping as much as a golem could slump, the glow in her eyes flickering. "They Think I Am A Boat Of Some Kind."

"And you're not," Hannibal said, frowning. "Do you, uh, want some help?"

"I Am A Golem, Not A Boat, And I Do Not Like Being Covered In Pirates." Her eyes glowed brightly as she shooed more pirates off her arms. "I Would Be Very Grateful For Some Help But They Must Not Be Hurt."

"Okay, don't hurt the tiny things that are covering you," Hannibal said, getting up and trying to figure out...how. "Should I just pluck them off?"

"Yes." Since she was taller than him, she very carefully lowered herself to her knees. "Please. I Think If You Throw Them A Short Way It Will Not Hurt Them. I Would Do It Myself But My Hands Are Too Big."

"Okay, just stay still," Hannibal said, making a face before carefully starting to extract little LOUD pirates from off the...Golem thing.

They were very unhappy pirates, too, and had Gladys been human she might have blushed at their language. She herded them into one spot to make it easier, not breathing a sigh of relief, because golems didn't breathe, but if they did, she would have. "Thank You."

"No problem," Hannibal said, able to laugh now. "First time I've ever done that with...someone who I think is a girl."

Gladys rose to her feet, smoothing down her dress. "I Am A Golem But I Am Also A Girl," she explained. "I Have Not Been A Girl For Very Long. My Name Is Gladys."

"Hannibal," he said, almost offering a hand but stopping when he saw the size of hers. "Good to meet you, Gladys. You're...different."

"I Am The Only Golem Here, So I am Different, But I Am A Student, So I Am Also The Same," she said. "I Have Not Met You Before. Are You One Of The New Students?"

"I am," he said and smiled. "Did you guess that or are you a psychic golem too?"

Her eyes flickered. "I Guessed. I Do Not Think Golems Can Be Psychic. Do You Like It Here?"

"So far, so good," he said and gave her a thumbs up. "It's nice. Sun, drinks, a beach, drinks, sun, girls."

Her eyes flickered again. "What Does That Mean?" she asked, mimicking his thumb's up gesture.

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