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Third Floor Boys' Bathroom, Very Early Saturday Morning

"Go fish."

This was not, Peter reflected, the most dignified position he had ever wound up in in his life: sitting on the floor of the boys' bathroom surrounded by improvised killing implements, playing cards with a sixteen-year-old kleptomaniac liar while monsters reigned both in and outside of the dorms.

Karla could go suck it, though.

Technically, they'd been locked in Peter's room for a while prior to this, but that was a plan that had run into a few technical snags -- namely the lack of presence of, y'know, a toilet. So now they'd been here for a few hours. It smelled. It was disgusting. Peter kind of wanted to die.

Valentine was never hearing about this. Ever.

[[ open to anyone who might be venturing near the bathroom at this hour ]]

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"Nuts!"

Kenzi had vetoed hiding in the girl's bathroom, which was less disgusting, but would also freak out half the girls. If a guy got freaked out by her being in here, she was heading for the showers. But she'd lived on the street, it wasn't like she hadn't seen outdoor toilets before.

She was sitting on one of the garbage bags that used to hold weapons. Now the weapons were spread out on other bags and paper towels, and were being used as stakes for the game.

Still holding onto the switchblade, though. That baby was hers.

"HA! I am so lucky I am unbelievable!" She put down four sixes. "Read 'em and weep."

Peter shot her cards a disgusted look. He really didn't want to admit defeat, but one glance at his own cards offered him.... a five, a three, a seven, a two. Useless. Completely useless.

"Fine," he grumbled, reaching behind him. "You can have the Wiimote, smart kid." He tossed it towards her. "Catch."

Kenzi fumbled but didn't drop it, which was good, because washing that thing off in the shower if it hit the floor might be problematic. "Little more carefulness! We're going to want to play with that when this is all over." She frowned, shuffling her cards: an ace, a queen, and a nine. "We're going to have to go out to forage for food. Briefly, I mean."

Fastest eaters in Fandom! Yes! Able to re-fuel and hide again within seven minutes!

Peter peered at the door. "After this game," he decided. "No need to take the six-hundred-feet march just yet. Time to start keeping our ears to the door, though."

Those monsters were noisy fuckers. He reached and grabbed a card. Another seven. Well, that was something, at least.

"Fair 'nough," Kenzi said, frowning. She lowered her voice, watching the bottom of the door for shadows in case anything got cute and started to be quieter. "Got any nines?" She looked around the bathroom, and sniffed. "Sleeping here might work if we brought couch cushions back, put 'em in the tub and the shower." She opened her knife again, and then closed it. "Do you think we could jump out the windows, if we had to?" Maybe they needed rope, or bedsheets, too.

Peter let the endless rattle pour over him with a minor internal huff. Like he hadn't thought about all of that. "Go fish," he said, with a little glee. "Got any sevens?"

He glanced back at the door. "And there's no way in hell I'm sleeping here."

There was undignified, and then there was undignified.

Kenzi pouted, pulled up a two, and re-shuffled her cards. "Nope," she said, cheerful. Well. As cheerful as she could be. Under the circumstances.

Peter was lucky she wasn't chattering full-bore at 500 kph, just to distract herself. It was getting late. And she was really, honestly scared to go to sleep in the dorms. Bo wasn't guarding the place, she was out somewhere probably eating a gremlin.

"So are we crashing in my room or your room? Who's your roomie?" She asked, determined. "And you're good with me bringing Bart if he wants to come along, right? He has superpowers. He can be useful." Also, he was tiny. Kenzi hated it but she sort of felt responsible.

"I don't know where my roommate is, but if yours has superpowers, your room would be the better option," Peter said, discarding his two with some annoyance and yanking up a nine.

Well, that made him feel slightly better, knowing he held a card she needed.

"What are his superpowers?"

"I shouldn't tell you unless he's cool with it," Kenzi said, thinking about it. "But it is real. And could keep us safer." She looked thoughtful. "Plus I bet I can convince him to move back into the closet again, give us more room. Got any queens?"

Oh, great. Well, Peter supposed he could weasel it out of the kid sooner rather than later, and if he couldn't, there were always Topher's spy cameras. "Go fish," he said, cheerfully, and reached for another card. "Got any twos?"

Kenzi's room. Superhero kid. Hey, he had been planning to make a few more friends in high places once this was over. "So that's the plan," he added, "Get up, get food, get down to your casa and get this kid in the closet until we need him."

"Nope." Yeah, that was Kenzi's lying face. Like so many of her other faces.

"Plus I'm one floor down, if we *did* have to go out the window, it'd be safer." Always assuming nothing was waiting for them under the window. "We should set traps across the door, once we're inside."

Peter squinted at her, sensing that something was off here. Probably.

He tossed the two in his deck aside and drew another card-- hey, another nine. This was starting to look like something. "Or it would give monsters outside more of a shot to crawl back in to the room," he retorted. "We'll keep the windows closed. And traps across the door could damage friendlies as well as enemies. Barricading it is a better idea."

Kenzi was going to be real annoyed when that came due. "Got any aces?"

"Hunh." She frowned, considering that line of logic, then nodded. "Okay. It's a good position anyway, right next to the staircase. Closer to the Common Room." She grimaced, and cuddled the Wii remote. "How long does this crap last? It already feels like forever."

"Nope," Peter said, cheerfully. "Now give me that nine you've been hoarding, Kenz."

He glanced towards the door again. "The inmates keep talking about how these things generally don't go past the weekend," he said, "But that's a little too deterministic for me. We'll see."

"Ah!" Kenzi was caught off-guard enough to have a reaction, so she couldn't lie this time. "Suck, suck, suck a duck..." She handed over the nine ~~thank you, Momoko~~ grudgingly, and folded her arms, gnawing her lower lip. "Do you think making a break for the mainland would help? It looks way American Gothic. Heck, even Canadian Gothic."

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Peter smiled cheerfully over his minor victory, and snagged another card off the stack. "It might, actually," he said, "But we'd have to get something that moves pretty fast - I don't want to get caught by one of those mutated deer or wind up grey-faced and drooling like the rest of those suckers."

Hey, middle of a crisis. He could speak his mind. "Also..." He tossed four nines down on the floor in front of him. "Pay up."

Kenzi kept her face mildly interested and not speculative. Because Bart probably couldn't drag both of them... or maybe he could? Or they could work out something that would make it work?

SUPERPOWERS. They were for saving people! People like them! "Me neither," Kenzi said glumly, then again, thought of Bo. She wasn't about to tell Peter that she might, possibly, want to check on her... somehow. Maybe one of the magic types would know how?

"Awwwwww." Kenzi grimaced, and handed over the Wii. "Keep it uncontaminated."

"Must I?" Peter asked. "I mean, it's in my possession now. I can do with it what I want." He made a show of dangling it over the tub behind him.

Shut up. Sometimes he really was just sixteen.

"Youuuu suck. And I'll tell everyone you contaminated it." Which would give him sole possession of it, damn. No. "And you'll never know what I'll do to your stuff to get back at you," she ended, triumphant.

"Or will I?" Peter asked. "You're not the only one with a direct line to the squirrels, you know."

Dude had a point. And maybe one on his head. Kenzi glared, and said, "Don't be a douche, Peter. We're in the middle of a crisis!"

Look, it might work. You never knew.

Peter pulled a face. "Since when have you gone all little miss heroic on me?" he asked.

"Since... now?" Kenzi folded her arms and tried to look superior. She bet she could beat him up. If she had to. Not sure the Wii was worth it, though.

Peter was kind of ruining his good boy facade here. Then again, he could easily support that with 'but I don't have superpowers', so he wasn't too worried.

"Then maybe we should go to the clinic," he offered. "Lend a hand."

No, he didn't expect her to take that.

Kenzi rolled her eyes. "Dude, no. We'll get eaten." Even if she felt a little bad about not helping, knowing Scully was there made it easy to say no. "...although I guess we could distribute the weapons to the sane people." She looked around at their haul. "We can't use them all at once anyway. And more armed people makes us safer."

Peter raised his eyebrows. That was actually a decent plan. Not that he'd admit it.

"Really?" he drawled, "More armored people makes us safer? Spoken like a real Republican, Kenz."

He did, however, take his phone out of his pocket. "Still, there might be a few people in the building who could help. If they're still sane, anyway."

"Major assumption there. But yeah." Kenzi blew out a breath, less shaky now that there was something more plan-like happening. "Tell 'em to swing by my room?"

"We could go knocking from door to door, but half of them might have monsters in it," he added, casually, just to make sure she knew her plan was wrong.

He dialed the first number, and got no answer.

"Get calling."

"You're not the boss of me." Except for how he had taken the initiative once she'd had a concept, and she was following his lead. So he kind of was. Kenzi pulled out her phone and started to dial people whose numbers she knew.

Peter got no response, so he called Tony, which... got him no response.

"Oh, come on," he groaned, "Is everyone a monster right now? What is wrong with this school?"

Kenzi knew this one. "Too many curious people exploring crap without taking precautions. I bet that's what got that Scully girl." She frowned at her phone, and called Sam Puckett, and then added, "Or maybe smart enough to leave before shit went bad."

Peter snorted. Maybe with a little bit of misery. "Unlike us, you mean," he muttered.

...Okay, so that slip hadn't been intended, but maybe it could win him some sympathy points. He could cash those in later.

"Dude!" No being depressing! Kenzi pointed at him. "We are not gonna turn into monsters! Or get killed! Know how come?"

... Yeah, Kenzi had no clue either, but hopefully something would occur to her in a second or two.

Peter rested his chin in one hand. "How come?" he asked. How fucking asinine. Nothing would make this any less stupid.

Ha. She thought of something! She loved her brain. She grinned wickedly.

"'Cause I'll throw you to them and run like the wind. I bet I can beat you at a wind-sprint."

Like that wasn't motivating!

"You're a real hero, Kenzi," Peter said, eying her. "A real true Canadian hero."

"Heroes are just people who get other people killed," Kenzi said. She was pretty sure she saw that in a movie somewhere. "Quit trying to appeal to shame I don't have. Or quit insulting brains I do have." She used the Kinect to poke at him. "Do you want to live or die, Wiggin?"

"What kind of question is that?" Peter retorted, brandishing the Wiimote at her face. "Of course I want to live, and, might I add, take the DVDs away from you."

"Oh, you wish," Kenzi scoffed. "C'mon. Up. Let's hole up in my room, get rest, and then do stuff to even the odds when we're not. You know. Loopy from lack of sleep."

"Speak for yourself," Peter replied, "I'm perfectly clear-headed right now. But--" He put the Wiimote aside, and picked up a knife almost gingerly, "Someone needs to keep us from getting killed, Canadian hero."

He got up onto his feet.

Kenzi scrambled up to join him, and then reached over and adjusted his grip on the knife. "Well, King of the World, I'd say you were the guy to do it, but..."

Heh. Time to collect all the weapons again.

Peter shot her an irritated look. "I had it handled," he said. But his curiosity quickly overrode his irritation. "Spend a lot of time knife-slinging, miss... I'm-too-mysterious-for-a-last-name?"

"Enough," Kenzi admitted, holding up the switchblade, comparing grips, satisfied. "Stuff happens?" Yeah, maybe he'd buy that. Maybe not. "The last name is just hard to pronounce ~~and totally unknown even to me!~~ and I hate hearing people butcher it."

Also, harder to look up her records if you don't have it, Wiggin.

Peter didn't buy it in the slightest, but that didn't mean he was stupid enough to push it right now. Street rat, he'd guessed on the first go; now he was correcting that to 'gang-affiliated street rat'. Once upon a time, anyway.

"That's why my grandparents chose to change theirs," he said, lightly. "Eastern Europe gets a little creative with its surnames."

He did memorize the grip of his fingers on the blade, though. He would never be a soldier, but it wouldn't hurt to know a few things.

"Latvia's got a different set of vowels." She let loose with a string of it that meant, this whole situation sucks beyond the telling of it, and why don't I have someone bigger to hide behind? "We left when I was five. The Soviet bloc was doing it's fall-apart-from-no-economy thing."

She opened the door very carefully, and crouched down below head-height to peer out, so people would miss her. "Coast is clear."

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