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Fifth Floor Common Room, Saturday morning

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."

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.

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.

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.

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?"

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.

Alex didn't know what he was supposed to do right now. Just because he was bored, he took a few steps into the room so maybe Bruce would end up a little happier.

"You suddenly gone mute?" He wasn't picking up on the mime thing that quick but maybe he was too busy trying not to laugh.

The rope worked! Wait, did Alex say something about mute? The mime didn't think he had gone mute. But he could find out! He pulled an imaginary remote control out of his pocket and pointed it at himself. The mute button didn't unmute him. He pressed the volume up button but that did no good either.

Of course, pressing buttons on a remote was a rather small and specific thing to be miming so it was entirely possible that he looked like he was having a seizure or something.

"Oh, I know what this is," Alex said, finally picking up on what the hell was going on. "You're gremlin bitten!"

Way to catch up, Alex.

"And you look like an ass."

Why, how did Alex know that the mime had a mule? (Okay, it was possible that he misinterpreted what was being said. It's not like mimes were smart. If they were, they wouldn't be mimes.) The mime picked up a saddle from the ground, put it on the mule, then mounted it. That crazy mule had a mind of its own, though, and it started walking around the room.

To somebody who couldn't see the mule, it probably looked more like some dude was walking around on his toes with his legs parted like he was straddling something.

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."

As soon as Bruce started doing that, Alex whipped out his phone and started taking pictures. He didn't know Bruce that well but that wasn't going to stop him from getting pictures.

Lots of pictures of Bruce being an ass on an invisible ass.

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.

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

The mime hopped off the mule and grabbed his imaginary camera. There was apparently something to take pictures of! He started looking all around to find some good subjects, but really he was happy to take pictures of anything.

"Oh, you are going to hate your life when this wears off," Alex laughed, pocketing his phone and laughing. "What other tricks can you do? Acrobatics?"

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.

The mime thought about this. He could walk a tightrope! Bruce got onto the tightrope and started to walk across it very carefully with his arms held out for balance.

This was weird. What did one do in the case of witnessing a psychotic break complete with mime? She held out her hand to take the "jetpack", which also meant she'd be totally holding it wrong since she had no idea what it was. "Okay, I'm going along with you on this one. I now have a thing."

Alex was now just laughing constantly and it felt kind of good. He hadn't laughed like that in awhile.

Bruce even got a round of applause for his efforts. "Don't fall, man. I'd hate for you to get eaten by whatever's underneath the tightrope!"

Bruce grabbed a second jetpack, pulled it onto his back, and started the ignition. He was flying! He was going right up to the bird!

Okay, it looked like he was standing on his toes - again - and running around wildly.

The mime looked down and GASPED! Whatever was that beast? Bruce needed to get away! Fortunately there was a rope right here that he could grab and swing away on!

It looked like he was just running across the room with his hands in the air, of course.

This had to be fascinating to someone who could, you know, see it. She could figure out what she was supposed to do with the "thing" in her hands, but uh, she was a little worried about looking like a dork somehow.

"You know what, I'm just going to like watch for now," she decided.

The mime landed and looked so sad. So very, very sad. He even started crying uncontrollably. And, more importantly, silently. Give him a couple minutes and he'd have to put imaginary floaties on his arms.

"Okay, no, don't do that. I'm just... afraid of..." Looking like an idiot. "I have a fear of putting things on my back. It's totally embarrassing."

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