5th Floor Common Room, Tuesday night

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"Who do you think you're kidding?" Bruce asked the gremlin who was sitting on the couch in a dog costume. "Nobody's going to fall for that." The gremlin grumbled, "Bark!"

Bruce walked into the kitchen area for a moment and walked back out with an orange and a large paper bag. "Here boy," he said, whistling and holding the orange like a ball. "Fetch!"

Bruce threw the orange back into the kitchen, taking his eye off the gremlin long enough for the gremlin to pounce, its trickery having clearly paid off! Soon its teeth would sink into tender flesh and... Suddenly the gremlin's world was very dark.

Bruce folded the top of the bag to close it as the gremlin shook the bag from inside. Grabbing a marker, he wrote, 'GREMLIN DRESSED LIKE A PUPPY. DO NOT OPEN,' put the bag down on the table, and had a seat on the couch.

After a few minutes, the gremlin stopped fighting against the bag and took a nap.

It was a weird evening.

[OOC: No clue.]

Comments

[wrongkindofsith]

"But you implied there are people who choose to do it. What's their excuse?"

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"They're interested in the art of miming?" Bruce suggested "I've never talked to a mime for any significant amount of time, so I don't know for sure."

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara eyed Bruce suspiciously, had that been a pun? "I thought you just said mimes didn't talk."

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

Bruce liked his jokes the way he liked his desert: dry.

"Not when they're on duty," Bruce said. "But it's not like they take a vow of silence."

[wrongkindofsith]

"But at least that would explain the rest of it." Cara's logic was impeccable.

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"It would if it were the case," Bruce said. "But it isn't."

[wrongkindofsith]

"This place makes no sense," Cara grumbled. It was the mimes that got this reaction. Not anything else. The mimes.

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"Maybe not," Bruce said. "But at least it gives people plenty of hobbies."

[wrongkindofsith]

"I can think of better ones," Cara said. "They don't even have to involve speaking." Well, much speaking.

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"I recall," Bruce said. "But just so you know, mimes can still have that as a hobby, too."

[wrongkindofsith]

Mord'Sith were flexible, but even they had limits. "I didn't need that mental image."

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"And to think, you haven't even met one," Bruce mused.

[wrongkindofsith]

"You're the one who told me they were like silent clowns, the rest doesn't take much imagination. Unfortunately."

And if Bruce wasn't grateful for that mental image now, he just needed to wait a few years.

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"It would be worse if you really knew what they looked like," Bruce promised.

[wrongkindofsith]

"I think I'll just use you as a stand-in." It made it somewhat more tolerable.