Elsewhere, a group of boarders sat around, doing nothing at all.
Antigonie68104 steepled her fingers, and drummed them against the side of the couch they were leaning over.
After a few minutes, Adamantine spoke up. "So, how about that local sports team?"
Another person booed, and threw a book at his head, which Adamantine neatly ducked.
"Oh, for the love of..." Maslab huffed, got out of his chair, and stomped out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
Something Blue rolled her eyes.
From an armchair in the corner, MAXinsanity sighed despondently.
"Sighing is prohibited!" Suddenly July came out of nowhere, her clothes soaked in sweat and horribly frumpled, smacked MAXinsanity on the head and then disappeared again in a huff.
A careful hand drew a cloth lightly over the length of gleaming black metal, drawing a faint, quavering hum from the blade. "Missed a spot," a sleepy voice murmured.
Adamantine paused for a moment. "Where?" He asked in a hushed tone.
"Up and to the left," the sleepy voice replied. "Almost... no, back...wait, no, up...." There was another pleasant chime from the steel. "Right there."
At this point, a book came flying out nowhere which Adamantine didn't manage to duck. He looked back at the girl who threw it.
"Stop polishing your sword in here, Adamantine, you're going to attract the shippers." She took a breath and continued, "And stop muttering to yourself, it's creepy."
Adamantine sighed and rose from his chair, leaning the flat of the blade against his shoulder. "Fine," He huffed, "I'll go somewhere else then."
"Yeah, sure," the now not-so-sleepy voice added, "throw us to the wolves, why don't you?"
Adamantine just shook his head and left the room. "You're not helping, you know," he told the voice.
"Well what's the point of being able to talk if you have to shut up all the time?" the sword demanded. "It's not like you're smarter than me. You are me, remember? Or I'm you... or something.?
"How did an AU Version of me end up as a sword, anyway?"
[because July started it]
There was a sound suspiciously like a sigh. "It's a long story. I was just... oh, crap."
"What? ... Oh." While he was distracted, Adamantine had turned a corner only to find himself staring at a tangled pile of shippers, and they were staring right back. He waved nervously and sidled back around the corner, then turned on his heel. "Run," he said, and then proceeded to do so.
"Run? You're the one with legs."
Antigone68104 closed the door behind Adamantine, and pushed a chair against it.
"Now that the only person who grabbed a weapon has left, we've got a challenge on our hands. How are we going to hold off the shippers until the lustin wears off?"
Blue looked rather worried. "No idea. Actually, I don't even really get what's going on.. why is everyone suddenly.. er.. y'know?"
"I'm not sure." Antigone replied. "But didn't one of the others mention dart guns before everything turned weirder?"
She walked back to the couch. "It almost makes me wish we'd had duck-and-cover drills in school. Or that I'd ever watched Home Alone."
Meta pounds heavilly on the door, looking around over his shoulders in concern, still not certain why he was suddenly wearing a dress and not at all sure he wanted to know why.
"Guys, guys, let me in. Please. Or at least hand me a camera. We could make a fortune from the photos taken out here."
Antigone glanced at the others in the room, then pushed the chair aside. One shoulder braced against the door, in case the shippers rushed them, she carefully opened it.
Something Blue dove under the couch in anticipation of a wave of shippers entering through the door, rather surprising the few Boarders still sitting on it and eventually knocking it over.
But when nothing happened, she leapt out of the pile of Boarders and couch pieces (it must have been a cheap couch. One of those ones you put together.) and carefully edged over to Antigone and the door. She peeked out. "What's happening, you think? Is it dying down?"
Meta poked his head around the door, grinning at the non-shippers slowly. "So..... um.... do you guys have some spare clothes? I'm really not a dress man. Or that camera?"