Fifth Floor Hallway, Wednesday Evening

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The door to room 501 flew open, and out into the hallway stepped Sam, wearing an impossibly wide grin, a lampshade on his head, a couple of bite marks on his ankles...and nothing else.

"I feel too strong to war with mortals--BRING ME GIANTS!!!"

He careened off down the hallway, shouting a wordless battle cry--right up until he ran into the wall, headfirst, and he keeled over, unconscious, as the lampshade went flying.

Sam was lying unconscious in the middle of the hallway.

((OOC: ONCE UPON A TIME when dinosaurs roamed the earth and we RPed with freakin' asterisks (seriously, I am talking about, like, day FIVE of this game's existence) the first ever gremlin bite occurred, and Sam Anders forever after came to be known as Daisy. This is a loving tribute.

Reactions, both IC and OOC, welcome. And if anybody wants to draw on Sam I will love you forever.))

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It was pretty hard to miss something like that when you were coming up the stairs on that end of the hall, and Jen had to gawk (look, she had eyes) at the naked guy and the lampshade on the floor when she got to the fifth floor.

"Look," she told him, "this is the sort of thing that gives evil space aliens in my world ideas for monsters. Don't give them ideas, okay?"

Feeling obligated to make sure the message got through, she pulled a Sharpie from one of the pouches on her belt and wrote that on his arm, verbatim, before going on her way.

[OOC: Excuse me, I'm just going to go over there and FEEL OLD NOW. I LOVE YOU.]