Fifth Floor Common Room, Wednesday night

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

Bruce had barely walked into the common room before a pie went whizzing past his head and splattered against the wall. Following the path of travel back to the source, he saw reason to duck as another pie was winged over his head. As he dove to the side, he caught a quick look at the culprit standing on the kitchen counter.

It looked like a leprechaun standing next to a tray filled with pies. But it was a little too green-skinned and its teeth were a little too pointy. Apparently a gremlin was celebrating some unholy combination of Pi Day and Saint Patrick's Day the only way it knew how: with slapstick comedy.

And that was fine as far as Bruce was concerned. A leprechaun meant potential magical powers he didn't understand and a legendary ability to flee capture. A gremlin could be defeated with ease.

As the next pie made its way toward his head, Bruce waited, then dodged, got a hand on the back of the pie plate so he could change its direction, and flung it back at the gremlin in one smooth motion. The pie hit the gremlin just as it was about to throw another one (in fact, it was about 14% of the way through its throwing motion). The gremlin stumbled back blindly, backed into a pot, fell into it, and then the suddenly potted gremlin fell off the counter. Bruce walked over casually, grabbed the pot's lid, and secured it to seal the gremlin in for the time being.

After inspecting a tray with several remaining unthrown pies, Bruce decided that they were free of gremlin venom. So carried the tray over by the couches for people to share. He wasn't sure if it was the gremlin who made them, or if the gremlin stole them, but Bruce had to admit that they tasted pretty good.

[OOC: I'm starting to realize that Bruce has a long history of battling individual gremlins. I need to do something with this.

Anyway, CR is open. There is pie. And a gremlin in a pot in the kitchen.]

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[inaskinnyway.livejournal.com]

Susan came into the room, took one look at the pies, and then looked to Bruce.

She was sure he'd provide an explanation.

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"A gremlin decided to celebrate a couple holidays in the weirdest way possible," Bruce said, reading that look.

"Want any pie? There's plenty to share."

[inaskinnyway.livejournal.com]

"Pie from gremlins?" she repeated. "There have been better ideas."

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"Would it help if I said it was not only good, but nothing strange has happened to me from eating it?" Bruce asked.

[inaskinnyway.livejournal.com]

"How long has it been?" Susan asked.

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"Long enough that I'd already be acting strange if there was any gremlin venom in the pie," Bruce said.

[inaskinnyway.livejournal.com]

"I might have a bite," she conceded. Not that she was entirely sure gremlin venom would work on her. A lot of things didn't, apparently.

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

Bruce passed over a plate and a fork. "You know, that's dangerous phrasing considering there is a gremlin in the room." He gestured toward the pot that moved on the counter slightly every now and then.

[inaskinnyway.livejournal.com]

"Oh, it should know better," Susan said very seriously, not even looking over at the pot as she took the plate and fork.

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"Do you have experiences with the gremlins?" Bruce asked. "Because from what I've seen, they don't learn very well from their mistakes."

[inaskinnyway.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I've never even seen one."

But everything had a self-preservation instinct, didn't it?

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"Really?" Bruce asked. "Out of curiosity, are your expectations that it should be afraid of you based on reputation or natural intimidation?"

[inaskinnyway.livejournal.com]

"I wouldn't say I have a reputation," said Susan, "but I expect it to understand that if it tried anything, it would be the last thing it ever did. That's all."

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"I have to say, I can appreciate that kind of confidence," Bruce said.

And it meant he was probably going to give this gremlin a note telling it to spread word that Susan was to be avoided. He didn't want any gremlins getting slaughtered, after all.