Though She Is But Little, She Be Fierce

After Forensic Science class, Zero returned to her room and checked her e-mail.

Her shriek of "She WHAT?" could probably be heard on the fourth floor.

Then she made a mad dive for the phone.

To: Students ALL
From: Skank Zero Hopeless-Savage <skankzero.hopelesssavage@fandomhigh.edu>
Subject: ( Important Student Information )

Zero was, as had become her wont, camped out in front of a screen, lit by its pale glow. She was probably starting to look like she hadn't seen the sun in years, but the movie was really coming together.

Zero got up and went out into the hall to see what was going on.

And after seeing the first few weetiny children, she turned right around and went back to her room to get her camcorder. 'Cause duh.

((Establishy! I have a slow connection right now and less free time than on AU weekend, so I won't be doing extensive interviews. If you want Zero to have filmed something in particular this weekend, let me know in an ooc comment to this post and I'll stick her in the general vicinity.))

Zero was watching a rerun of Ninth Hell--this was the one where Lucy decided she wanted to be a Satanist minister when she grew up, just like her dad--when suddenly...

*POP*

"mew." //Squall.//

Now she had a dilemma. The door was closed, and so was the window. SHE WAS TRAPPED.

And hungry.

So the weetiny pink kitten planted herself in front of the door and started squalling. Loudly.

((OOC: Due to an incident with some library books, Zero's anthromorphic field is a little confused and this happens periodically. Also, the icon's really cute. :D Ninth Hell is meta for Seventh Heaven, just with a Satanist family and actually good TV. If I'm remembering my meta correctly, Lucy is short for Lucifer, but she's exactly like the Lucy in the real show.

Somebody come open the door for her?))

Zero camped out in the A/V lab with her footage from the past weekend, a case of Mountain Dew, and snacks. Lots of snacks. Her presence could probably be determined from the punk music leaking into the hallway.

On the door was posted a handmade little sign, reading:

KEEP OUT
'Art' In Progress
Parker, Peter, and Jake Welcome
All others: My journalistic integrity is not for sale
And also, I have a taser.

After some handwavey phone calls to her friends, Zero donned her elf costume once more, propped the door open, and prepared to play--not Santa. Gift-Giving Elf Zerbie. That was the ticket.

There was a pile of presents on one of the room's twin beds, and a plate of freshly-mailed cookies from Zero's dad next to a rosemary bush hung with colorful safety pins on the desk. The refrigerator was dispensing egg nog milkshakes and Fish was warbling Christmas carols in Cantonese. Come on in!

((If you think Zero would be giving you a gift, drop on by!))

First, I'd like to thank my wonderful fake boyfriend peter__parker, for being such an absolutely swerval kidnapping victim!

Now, credit where credit is due: the cracked-out people who are not us. Our special guest star yesterday and today, Crazy Fake Santa, and our one-comment handwavey guest stars, Officers Jeff Smax and Robyn Slinger, are denizens of Neopolis, home of the legendary Top 10 precinct. If you like superheroes or police procedurals or well-written comics, check 'em out. If you like fantasy or laughing your ass off, be sure not to miss the tie-in graphic novel Smax, home of the single most hilarious splash page I have ever seen in comics. Seriously.

Crazy Fake Santa does not have a Wikipedia entry, but: he's crazy and he thinks he's Santa. Oh, and he has superpowers. I think you get the general idea.

Inside room 220, it looked like a tornado had hit--so pretty much like it always did, only moreso, because this was a packing whirlwind, and the packing was nowhere near finished. Thanksgiving at home and all that.

However, Zero had shoved most of the mess onto the room's two beds and sat in the middle of the floor with her supplies: a SHIELD t-shirt, a pair of scissors, a lighter, a bottle of medicinal alcohol, a metal trashcan, and a make-your-own voodoo doll kit.

Let the mutilation begin.

((For peter__parker))

At some point Sunday, this van was delivered to the parking lot by James T. Kirk Memorial Causeway. The van was large. It was teal. And it was French. It had orange shag interior and it smelled like old socks and cannabis. It was definitely a band van.

The delivery driver called Zero to sign papers and take possession of the van, which she did gleefully. Then she handwavily called the band members and some of her friends to tell them to come see the van sometime.

((Open! Wander by and gawk at the van or tell Zero how crazy she is!))