Room 203, Thursday Night

Stark had seen a few of the tiny blue-shirted creatures roaming the hallways today but hadn't paid much attention to them. Then one had fallen from the ceiling onto his desk. Stark was certain there hadn't been a tiny trapdoor in the ceiling before, he would have noticed it during the weekend everyone was being emo and all he did was lie in bed and stare at the ceiling and walls. But there was a tiny trapdoor now, and the Lemmings were falling out of it and onto his desk.

If they'd just stayed on the desk it would have been fine. But they decided to walk off the edge of the desk. When the first one fell, flailing, through the air and then exploded, Stark was disturbed. When the second one did the same thing, he tried to tell them to stop. Of course, being Lemmings, they didn't listen. A few of them seemed to have come prepared, and floated gently to the floor, aided by tiny umbrellas, before walking into the door and turning around. Just in case though, Stark put a pillow on the ground to hopefully prevent any more tiny Lemming explosions.

Now he was watching them make their way, slowly, from his ceiling to the now-open door and out into the hallway.




[Pokeable if anyone is so inclined.]