fandomhighdorms | Outside the Dorms, Saturday Evening

What had appeared to be a blank wall in the Labyrinth suddenly swung open. Anyone anxiously watching through it would see what appeared to be a village, filled with goblins throwing down their weapons and beginning to flee as the nearby castle (how had they not seen the castle over the walls?!?) began to crumble and fall in on itself.

The goblins were running hither and yon through the Labyrinth, ignoring the open gates. But there were people coming through--familiar people. The members of both teams that had braved the Labyrinth were streaming through, as were all of the kidnapped students, some still fighting goblins up to the very threshold of the gate.

When the last of the Fandom folk came staggering out, the gates shut with a mighty slam and a great wail was heard over the wall. All over the island, the Labyrinth was crumbling and fading and familiar places were coming back. It would take another two days for everything to return to normal completely, but the worst was over.

Jareth was defeated and everyone returned home, safe. Now time for the obligatory party?

[Thus ends the BDE, though SP is always grand. ~~Hold a minute for minor~~ OCD up, fail me, thanks to

raspberryturk for noticing!]

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React to the wall swinging open.

Welcome back everyone who went inside, either abductee or rescuer!

Thank you everyone sooooo much! Players, coders, NPCers. This wouldn't have worked without you and everyone on Team Biting Fairy is incredibly grateful for your hard work!

BITING FAIRY PARTY.

Can I contribute a nice new bottle of rum to your party?

Absolutely! I'll bring the eggnog!

YES.

But what are the others going to--oh. This is one of those 'sharing' things, isn't it?

. . . oh, that's what my eggnog latte was missing.

I have scotch, too?

They can drink that!

*cradles the rum* *steals some eggnog*

Well. That had certainly been an interesting Saturday. Tim was battered and bruised in a PG way from his adventure in the Goblin city.

"Alright, who's up for some Elven wine? Great cure for sobriety and emo, and best of all, no hangover."

Cara leant against the wall of the dorms, hands wrapped tightly around her now working agiels.

She was great, thanks for asking. The deep breathing? Purely the result of exertion. Really.

The swamp had ensured that this Golden Retriever was far from golden by this point. When the puppy spotted a particular blonde off to the side, he bounded over with a ringing bark, tongue lolling in a very puppy-style smile.

Cara looked down at the muck-covered puppy. Someone was in for an unpleasant shock when they found their dog. "You look like I feel."

It was a puppy, no one else was in earshot, it was safe to say that to it.

There was nothing but joy in this puppy. He barked again, jumping up to try and land his big paws on her legs to tell her how happy he was to see her. Clearly she should be pleased to see him, too.

Well, that was going to make her leathers that much more fun to clean. Still, it was hard to muster up the effort to get upset with something that small and happy. "Shouldn't you go find your owner?"

Owner! Such a funny girl, forgetting her own dog! The puppy stretched to nudge insistently at her hand with his nose. She would pet him now, thank you.

That was because he was usually only a metaphorical puppy. "I don't suppose you at least have a name?" Cara asked, rolling her eyes as much at the fact she was letting herself be bullied into petting a puppy as anything.

He appreciated the petting, though the way he pressed his soft, dirty fur against her hand it could be said he was petting her.

"Well, it looks like it's just you and me," she said, scratching behind the puppy's ears. The marked absence of any absurdly tall boys was something about which Cara most definitely did not care. At all.

Hence the complete and utter lack of hurt in her voice.

The puppy could not have been happier that it was just the two of them. He barked again and jumped down, suddenly super interested in sniffing at her boots and snorting. She'd been off where he wasn't and that required investigation.

Cara let herself slide down the wall. "I haven't been anywhere interesting...or fragrant."

She did not envy whoever had to clean this puppy in the slightest.

Fragrance aside, the dirty puppy had been searching for what he was sure now was her for days. The least she could do was let him sniff at her face now that she was more at his level for climbing.

Cara sighed and reached over to lift the puppy into her lap. "I had a dog once." For some strange reason, she was much better at talking to things that couldn't talk back. "I don't think you'd make as good an attack dog though."

With the way his tongue tried lapping at her face? Well, looks might be deceiving in some ways. The puppy would dare anyone to mess with her now that he was around.

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