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Fifth Floor Common Room, Monday evening
When Bruce came out into the common room to do some reading on seventeenth century agrarian societies, he wasn't expecting to find a carton of eggnog next to a snoring gremlin. A quick sniff suggested that whatever the gremlin spiked his nog with, it was very strong.
Bruce could have disposed of the gremlin somehow, but with it right there, he couldn't help but watch it, from a safe distance, of course. He was really curious how a drunken - or by the time it woke up, hungover - gremlin might act. Sue him.
[OOC: I'm bored. Come watch the gremlin! Get bit if you want! I'm not going to stop you from doing that if it's what you want!]
Bruce could have disposed of the gremlin somehow, but with it right there, he couldn't help but watch it, from a safe distance, of course. He was really curious how a drunken - or by the time it woke up, hungover - gremlin might act. Sue him.
[OOC: I'm bored. Come watch the gremlin! Get bit if you want! I'm not going to stop you from doing that if it's what you want!]
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Yes, and to the tiny, tiny owl that was Faramir as well.
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That was a smashing idea.
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stealborrow food from the fifth floor, and froze in the doorway. ".. Is that what I think it is?" she asked from a safe distance, her disdain mixed with naked curiosity.no subject
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