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Fifth Floor Common Room, Sunday Afternoon

Sokka had pushed all the furniture in the room aside, and now there was a very large wading pool covering most of the floor. But it wasn't filled with water, oh no. It was filled with POPCORN.

A very contented-looking, very large man was doing the backstroke in the popcorn and chittering happily to himself, while Sokka looked on with a combination of horror and amusement.

[Open like a common room, for all your swimming-in-snacks needs!]

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"I can't believe that actually worked," Turtle observed, leaning on the door frame of the common room.

"After being in Fandom all this time, there are still things you can't believe?" Sokka asked.

"Skepticism sometimes clings when certain people are involved," Turtle said, moving in and perching close to the door on the arm of a chair.

"I like to think that Fandom has blessed me with a very open mind," Sokka pontificated. "...And NO JOKES about 'so open it's empty', okay?"

Turtle lifted her hands in a gesture of innocence. "I wasn't even thinking it, I promise!"

Sokka raised an eyebrow.

Momo Jr., for his part, had noticed the new person. "STORE PERSON!" he squeaked. "You wants a swim?"

Turtle shook her head, waving a hand at Momo Jr. "No thanks," she said, hand resting on her stomach. "I just ate. Shouldn't go swimming for at least an hour, you know."

Momo Jr. blinked at her, not comprehending. Then he took a handful of popcorn and gnawed on it and kept swimming. "Nope!" he told her happily. "Is fine! See?"

...He did have her there.

Turtle wasn't liking being possibly bested by a chinchilla.

"I can't really swim," she tried.

It didn't seem to occur to her to just say no.

"Is EASY!" Momo Jr. told her. "Just jump in and moves the arms!"

He did a lazy circle in the popcorn. "SEE?"

"I think I'd rather not risk it, Momo, thanks."

"Probably a good call," Sokka told her. "If you got too close, he'd just bite you, anyway."

Momo Jr., for his part, had bumped up against the wall of the pool and completely forgotten Turtle in his rush to start chewing on it.

"Ugh," Turtle looked unimpressed. "I'm not sure, though, what's worse. Biting, or the licking."

"He... hasn't licked anything but that shelf," Sokka replied, a bit confused. "Most things, he just bites."

"Well," Turtle muttered, noticing Sokka's confusion, "Nana's turned into a person, too..."

She didn't think she needed to say anything else.

"Nana who?"

...After a brief pause, Sokka STARED at her. "You mean Jeff's BEAST??? Oh, THAT has to suck!!!"

"You have no idea," Turtle groaned in misery. "I've been avoiding the room as much as I can, just to avoid her. I know Jeff could probably use the help, but some things...No. Just no."

There was a tall blonde boy, on his hands and knees, staring intently at Turtle's shoelaces. And wiggling his butt. Annnnnnnny moment now ....

Turtle fixed onto the blonde kid a death glare. "I don't know who's pet you are," she warned him, "but I will not hesitate to kick you if you so much as even think about what I think you're thinking about."

"Iiiiii'm gonna get 'em," Petey said, still wiggling his butt.

"Petey," Rikku said sharply.

"I aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaam," he insisted.

"Hang on while I find a shiny object, so he forgets you ever existed," Rikku said, fumbling through her pockets. "If he pounces in the meantime, go right ahead and kick him."

"You'll regreeeeeeeeet iiiiiit," Turtle sang back to who she now figured was Cuban Pete since Rikku had made a timely appearance, and she glanced slightly over toward the other girl, not wanting to let the boy-cat too far out of her attention.

"Yours, too, huh?" she asked Rikku.

"No, I woooooon't," he sang out happily.

"He's right, he wouldn't," Rikku shared, still fishing through her pockets. "Far too stupid to put things like cause and effect together."

She managed to find some jingly cat toy of dubious origins, and flung it to the floor. Petey leaped onto it and began chewing happily. Which looked really weird.

"I think it's everyone," she said. "Or, you know. Everyone's pets." She blinked a few times. "Oh, no. Does ... does that mean Nana ..."

"Do not," Turtle said, closing her eyes as if to shut out all the awful memories, "even mention that name to me right now until this thing blows over, and probably not even then. But, yes, I think it's everyone. And not just pets. Jan's turned human as well."

"Does he still have a horn?" Rikku asked. What? It made sense, in Rikku-logic.

"You know, I've never actually turned into an animal. Jude kitty-fied all the time, and Reno was a chocobo and Dojima was a bunny. I feel like I'm missing out."

"No, no horn," Turtle said, nodding, because it made sense to her, too, although she was rather glad he didn't, because that would have made the nuzzle she still got from Jan pretty uncomfortable.

"And I've been a turtle...har har, I know...a few times. That's not anything to miss out on, but something else might be fun."

"Do you remember it?" she asked. "I mean, that'd be kinda neat, wouldn't it? Just to experience?"

Spoken like someone who had never been a turtle.

She shook her head. "It's weird. I've never been any kind of animal, and I've never been gremlin-bit, either."

Somewhere, something was cackling.

There was a very, very excited blur of tall blonde boy running into the room.

"CANNONBALL!" he called out.

He didn't attempt a cannonball. It was more of a belly flop.

Sokka stared at the newcomer. He'd been moving too fast to tell who it was.

Momo Jr., on the other hand, shook his head and tsk-tsked. "You're doin' it wrong," he pointed out.

"I killed it!" Petey declared happily. "I killed that bit and that bit and that bit!"

He wiggled his butt. Apparently, there were some stray pieces of popcorn that he had yet to kill. He was on the prowl.

"Is not for killing!" Momo Jr. squeaked. "Is for SWIMMING!"

"No, it's for EATING," Sokka corrected with a sigh. He walked over and ate a piece, to demonstrate. "So, who are YOU?" he asked the new kid. Almost definitely someone's pet. He didn't recognize him, anyway.

Petey launched himself at one of the piles of popcorn, gobbling a few pieces into his mouth. And then he spit them out again and began poking at the mess with his finger. "Cooooool," he said.

Behold, a Rikku, facepalming in the doorway. "What are you doing?"

"Is the weird one yours?" Sokka asked. "Momohead's doing the same thing he always does, he's just bigger today."

"He's not weird, he's stupid," she said helpfully. "It's Petey. He's dim. And what on Spira is Momo doing?"

A new person! Petey clambered over to Sokka and rubbed his face on Sokka's shoes. "Hiiii," he said happily. "Hiiiiiii."

He rolled onto his back, arms and legs in the air. Look at his belly! Wasn't it the most rub-able belly ever?

"The backstroke," Sokka told her. There really should have been a rimshot, there, but there wasn't.

He looked down and had to start chuckling. "Hi, there," he told Petey. He decided to rub the cat-person's belly with his foot, so he didn't have to bend over. Or touch the boy in too-weird ways. "Are you the king of the rumba beat?"

"I'm awesome!" Petey declared, wrapping as much of his body as possible around Sokka's foot. "Chick-chicky-boom! Chicky! Boom!"

"Do I want to know why he's doing the backstroke?" she asked. "I don't, do I?"

Sokka did his best to rub Petey's tummy with his foot.

"Uhhh... It's sort of his thing?" he answered, with a shrug. "When I found him, he was doing the backstroke in a punch bowl."

Petey was attempting to chew happily on the sole of Sokka's shoe.

"Gross, Petey," Rikku said, shuddering. "You don't know where that's been."

She glanced up at Sokka, disgusted for entirely new reasons. "Please tell me I didn't drink any of that punch?"

"If he chews a hole in my shoe, you're buying me a new one," Sokka told her, as he tried to shake Petey off.

"You probably DID drink some," he added. "...If you were here, then? Valentine's Day, two years ago. There were LOTS of chinchillas in the punch, but I only brought home one of them."

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