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The laundry room, early Saturday morning

Dinah was down in the laundry room, getting this week's clothes clean, yay. Always good to have it to herself. At least until something yanked a hose from one of the washers free, and started to spray her with it, giggling like a homicidal maniac.

"What the hell?" Dinah put up her arms, spluttering, then reached for the hose with her TK, holding it away from her long enough to get the water out of her eyes.

"Nyaaaah!" A half-dozen green, mean, red-eyed little critters, now starting to throw detergent bottles at her-- and then one leaped and tried to nom her arm.

"AGH!"

Oh, it was on.

[expecting one but totally, totally open]

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Dru had been in the stairwell when she heard yells and the sounds of a fight echoing up from the laundry room.

She sprinted down the steps and burst through the door, stopping abruptly at the sight in front of her.

"The hell?"

"I don't know!" Dinah yelled. Her phone was ringing with Macho Man, so if she had to guess, she'd bet invasion. Thanks for texting, Arthur. "Monstery invasion!" She flung two into the wall, but as she watched, three more danced through the water spraying, and fell down, convulsing. "They're vicious little critters, tried to eat me, and--"

Hysterical laughter as three critters were now nine. "Oh, shit." And kick another one into a dryer, where it flopped, snarling.

Okay, water was bad. "Is this the time to admit that I thought you were all kidding about the invasion stuff?" Dru asked as she dodged two of the things on her way to the shut-off valve.

"Yup! As long as you're still moving!" Dinah picked up another one and threw it into a dryer, which it tried to crawl out of immediately. She slammed the door shut and hit the buttons to turn it on. "Good-bye, you little creep." She threw another one over Dru's head and into the wall, where it made a boingy-boingy sound. Still too many, and another shot out from under a bench to try and bite her ankles.

"I don't plan on stopping," she replied, turning off the water to the hose just as a gremlin jumped onto her back. Dru acted on instinct, turning and slamming her back into the wall to stun the beast before reaching to pull it off and throw it onto the floor.

A quick stomp with her boot on it's throat and the creature wasn't a threat any longer.

Dru pulled the switchblade she'd tucked up her glove out and flicked it open just as the one Dinah had tossed into the wall unsteadily got back on its feet.

Dinah kicked the one clinging on her ankle into the side of a washer, then followed up with a kick to the torso that left goo all over her sneakers as its chest caved in. "Ugh. I forgot how messy these invasions get..."

The one she'd tossed made a leap for Dru, and Dinah yelled, "Your left!" Then she saw three others making a break for the door. "Nuh-unh!" Slam!

So, now they had six or seven of the little monsters to deal with inside an enclosed space. Awesome. And two of them were chittering and now shoving a bench at her, catching her behind the knees. "Oof!"

Dru whipped about, slashing out with the knife and getting splashed with gremlin blood for her trouble. The now pissed gremlin hissed and backed off for a moment. Dru took the opportunity to throw a kick at the unsteady gremlin that sent him back into the wall with a satisfying crunch.

"I would give my eye teeth for a gun right now."

The two little guys had pounced on Dinah, or tried, and been subsequently TK'd with extreme prejudice into the ceiling as they leapt. Splat. Green goo dripped down, and Dinah crawled to her feet again as one climbed up on top of the bank of washers, hissing angrily.

"Tell me about it." Dinah did a head-count, came up with five, and said, "More spin cycle?" The dryer she'd thrown one into was now smoking nastily. She grabbed a laundry cart and rolled it toward Dru.

"I also wouldn't mind the TK," she admitted as green goo from the ceiling landed in her hair. "That looks extremely useful."

Dru caught the laundry cart and waited expectantly for what Dinah had in mind.

"I'd share if I could," Dinah promised, then grabbed another cart, and kicked a bench over, blocking one gremlin, then flipping the cart to cage it on the floor, holding it down and starting to shove it toward the dryer. Another gremlin got held in place, dangling over a washer-- which he was definitely not getting dumped into. "You're really good with that knife. Efficient."

Dru spotted a fire extinguisher on the wall behind the gremlin that was dangling in the air. That could be useful. Moving quickly because the gremlin she'd slashed early looked to be getting ready to attack again, she went for the fire extinguisher, pausing only long enough to slice the throat of the gremlin in the air. "Thanks. It's useful for close quarters."

One gremlin jumped out from where he'd been hiding behind a dryer and went for Dinah, Dru snapped the knife towards the gremlin, pleased when the creature dropped to the floor and screamed.

The fire extinguisher was in her hands a second later, ready to use as a weapon.

"Doesn't get much closer than this," Dinah said in disgust, then lifted the cart-cage and used her TK to toss the little thing in the dryer, and slam the door. More buttons hit. Two more down. One screaming. Where did that last one go?

Giggling from above, then the light went out as something was thrown at the overhead panel, leaving the room even darker than it was before, all shadows now and slanting light from a high window. "Great."

"Just fucking ducky," Dru mumbled, making her way towards Dinah. If they were back to back, at least they'd be able to watch the whole room.

She listened closely. She could hear the scratch of nails on the cement floor, it was just a matter of pin-pointing where it was coming from.

Dinah turned so Dru was right behind her, and licked her lips, listening. Careful. Careful.... skitter skitter, skitter skitter... Over... there!

She slammed a washer sideways, just as something shrieked high and loud, then landed on her shoulder, grabbing out, fingers in her hair, reaching for Dru too. "Aaaagh!"

Ignoring the pain from the way it pulled, Dru grabbed at the hand tangled in her hair and pulled, hoping to get it off Dinah. "Dinah, get my knife!"

Dinah reached out for the flash of light off metal, and it zipped to her hand as she ducked down low, the monster taking a clump of hair and chunk of flesh in the process. It was grappling with Dru, trying to bite her, claws flashing out, and Dinah lunged forward to sink the knife into its torso. It wailed letting go of Dru, then fell to the floor, twitching and twisting, the knife still buried in it to the hilt. "You okay?" Dinah asked, just as she heard more scrabbling behind her.

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"Peachy," Dru answered, ignoring the sting of the various scratches and scraps she'd accumulated during the fight. She bent down and pulled the knife from the gremlin's body, wiped it off on her jeans, then slipped it in her pocket.

The scrambling noise was getting nearer as the last gremlin circled around them.

"C'mon, you little monster," Dinah muttered. "Make a move..."

It did, and Dinah realized it was heading for the exit, even though she still couldn't see it very well. "Door!"

She shoved another bench in the way of the door, and heard a high-pitched squeak of outrage, then a snarl, and pushed a cart toward the sound, hard.

Dru followed the sound, the fire extinguisher in her hands as her eyes strained in the dim light.

There! She sprayed the gremlin with the foam, blinding it, then stepped forward and finished the job with her knife.

"Now where?" Because she was pretty certain there were more of them about.

Dinah got over there to shove the door open and the bench out of the way, and fished her phone out of her pocket to read Arthur's text message. "They're everywhere. Town, the gates... damnit. People will probably be meeting in the lobby, though. I'm going to get weapons at the salle." She grimaced at the mess of a laundry room, and TK'd her basket to herself. "I'm glad you were here to help. Thanks. Yeesh."

"I'll head to the lobby then. See what I can do to help. Watch your back," Dru warned.

"Will do. And same to you. Get something bigger, these suckers are hell close-up... Did you have laundry?" Dinah added, looking around.

"I was in the stairwell," she explained. "I heard you yell and well, I was expecting trouble. So here I am."

"Hunh." Dinah didn't have time to follow up on that, and gratitude trumped it anyway. "Well, thanks. And welcome to Fandom's spring invasion. Glad you're prepared."

"Better then some I guess, though I still want a gun," Dru admitted. She was grateful Dinah hadn't asked how she knew there was trouble. She wasn't ready to have that conversation while gremlin goo coated her hair.

"Shall we head out?"

Dinah took a look around the laundry room, and made a face. "Yeah. We can come back and hose this place down after everything else is over." And maybe drag Tony and his scrubby-bubbles with them. Yup.

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