Fifth Floor Common Room, Saturday morning

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There were two things Bruce didn't expect to find when he started checking the cabinets in the common room kitchen for some breakfast. The first cabinet had some white greasepaint and black lipstick. Bruce would have been curious about that, but it didn't seem that strange for Fandom. The second cabinet had a gremlin which fell on Bruce when he opened the door.

The gremlin landed teeth-first on Bruce's shoulder, teaching Bruce a very important lesson about being better prepared for something like this happening when opening any door on the island. He thanked the gremlin by punching it in the face and hoping that whatever was about to happen wasn't too bad.

A couple minutes later, Bruce was a mime who was trapped in a box in front of the TV. Such was life.

[OOC: I've been meaning to hit Bruce with a gremlin bite all year. Today's as good a day as any to actually do it. Open!]

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Zatanna ran into the common room with a bunch of papers and a box filled with markers and glitter. She had no idea of how to promote her image for the Student Council, but she was going to try at least. It was a good way to pass time anyway.

That would be when she saw...well, someone that surely couldn't be Bruce.

"...This is awkward."

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The mime worked out a solution to get out of the box! He had found a ladder and climbed out through a door at the top. When he got out, he noticed there was a girl waiting for him on top of the box with a bunch of supplies... for some reason! He gave a friendly wave and smile.

Then there was a strong wind blowing him back! The mime leaned forward to try to walk forward through the wind, but it was clearly tough work.

The mime paused for a moment to wonder why the wind wasn't affecting the girl. She was probably wearing an invisible windbreaker or something.

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Bruce was a little scary. And mime-like. "Bruce?", asked again as she looked around. Wind? Really? "Did someone put a curse on you? Drank something funny?" A lot of something funny, perhaps?

She was going to carefully walk away, smiling a little.

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The wind seemed to finally break. A fun drink did sound good after that excitement, so Bruce grabbed an imaginaty bottle of something funny and poured himself an imaginary drink.

Refreshing!

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"Oh! You are drinking something? And it's...good?" She shouldn't be having that much fun with Bruce, really. Where had she heard something about people acting funny?

"Hey, tell me...somehow what were you doing before you were a mime." As long as he didn't say he was a clown or something...

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Alex had been on his way to the roof but he had to stop when he saw...whatever the fuck this was in the common room.

He leaned against the door and kind of stared, waiting for Bruce to do something to explain what he looked like.

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The mime spotted Alex and decided that somebody standing in the doorway just wouldn't do. He grabbed an imaginary lasso, spun it around a couple times, and threw it around Alex.

The mime started pulling Alex into the common room, straining against whatever resistance there was. With the imaginary lasso.

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Alex didn't move because he didn't really know what the heck was going on. As far as he could tell, Bruce was acting a little weird when he'd been fine last week.

"Dude, what the hell?" he asked, trying not to laugh. "Is this some sort of weird flirting thing?"

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The mime stopped pulling because it didn't seem to be doing anything. Maybe he needed to try harder. He put the rope down, fake spat into his hands, and picked the imaginary rope back up. After a few futile tugs, the mime turned around, bringing the rope over his shoulder for leverage as he started pulling for serious this time.

He may have looked like a complete idiot, but that was what being a mime was all about.

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Kitty had been on the lookout for something resembling food, and more to the point, something that looked good. If that meant heading to other common rooms till she found something that didn't make her say "Meh," so be it.

She hadn't expected this, and stared for a moment, finally saying, "Um."

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The mime smiled and waved in a very friendly fashion until he realized that Kitty was staring. He turned around to look for whatever was so interesting. He couldn't see it, though. Maybe she just had really good vision? Just to be sure, he picked up a pair of imaginary binoculars and looked in the direction she was looking.

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"Is this like a prank?" Kitty asked. Poor thing had never seen a gremlin bite before. It'd take her a minute.

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The mime used his binoculars to look all around. No, there weren't any pranks around here! Just a bird! Bruce thought that Kitty might want to go meet the bird, so he picked up an imaginary jetpack and offered it to Kitty.

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Rilla was in desperate need of a cup of tea that morning, so she walked into the common room rubbing her eyes.

"Bruce?" she inquired. "Whatever is on your face?"

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The mime held up a finger to ask Rilla to wait just a moment. He was using a crowbar to get out of the box. Just one more push and he'd be... Huh. The crowbar broke in half. Still in the box, dang blast it.

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Rilla tilted her head to stare at him. "What are you doing?"

There wasn't a lot of mime in Glen St. Mary.

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What the mime was doing was trying to crack the combination lock he just found that would allow him to exit the infernal box. He was listening very carefully and... the box fell apart! Hooray! The mime broke out a bottle of champagne to celebrate and shot the cork off.

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Roy came to the common room in search of coffee before he went off to work. He found...well. That sound would be his brain breaking again. "Bruce?"

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The mime gave a friendly smile and wave after lowering the imaginary newspaper he was reading. It was a tough economy, even for a mime, so he had to look through the job listings!

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"Oh, God," Roy said. "I can't even..."

If adult Bruce Wayne ever took a hit out on him, at least he'd know why.

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The mime grabbed an imaginary pencil after turning to the page with the crossword puzzle. What was a four-letter word for 'mute idiot?' The mime tapped the pencil against his chin and gave Roy a questioning look.

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Ariel did not seem to notice anything amiss when she bounced into the common room.

"Hi, Bruce!"

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The mime waved and gave a friendly smile. Well, he almost did. While he didn't seem to be in an imaginary box, he did seem to be dealing with an imaginary ceiling.

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Ariel, who had become very fluent in gesture communication over the summer, she felt, tilting her head a second and then her eyes went wide. "Ooh," she said, crouching down near Bruce and looking up. "Is there an invisible something trapping you in?"

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The mime knocked on the imaginary ceiling. No sound was made, of course.

BUT WAIT! THERE! it was a crank that he could use to lift the ceiling up to its normal height. The mime walked over to it and started to crank it up. The ceiling started to push the mime down. Oops! Wrong way!