Fifth Floor Common Room, Monday evening

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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!]

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[wrongkindofsith]

"How are we defining tragic?"

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"It's complicated. But I'd cosign it being called tragic, if that helps at all," Bruce said.

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara shrugged. "I don't know what you'd define as tragic."