Etrius's Bunk

Etrius looked up from the mess around him that he was cleaning up "what? no! of course not, she just went to sleep right there"

Marty sighs.

Blair mumbles more. "mrrhhhhh unicorns..."

the timer dinged to indicate the pie was ready, Etrius pulled it out and set it on one of the boxes to cool, the breeze blew and the scent filled the room. "do you think she's drugged" Etrius asked

"yes." Marty said.

Blair stats asleep.

"hmm seems like it, hey, werent you in the hades cabin a bit earlier?" Etrius asked as he began cleaning up the mess.

"Yep." Marty told him.

"What the heck were you doing in there? From what I heard of, they arn't too fond of talking stuffed animals"

"It's my job to annoy people." Marty said proudly. He casually walks out.

Blair stays asleep.

Friez floats in. "God damn it if only there was a girl floating French fries."

Etrius looked at Friez in puzzlement, a talking floating fries? He had seen weirder but the level of overall randomness in the area had multiplied by three fold. "well, im sure Blair could poof you up one but im not sure, i don't want to ask anything of her and she is still asleep" he jabbed his finger at the sleeping figure and finished packing away the last of the cooking stuff.

"Oohhh it's that girl. You know what, I'm changing my name to Frylock. Lalilitive gave me a stupid name." Friez, now Frylock, declared.

"oh ... thats nice" Etrius said, "how are you floating anyway?"

"Don't know..." Frylock confessed.

"hmm, well ... word of advice, if you see a kid wandering around with a shirt that says medic, get away as fast as you can" said Etrius as he climbed back onto his bunk, being careful not to disturb Blair.

Etrius stumbled onto his bunk and threw his rifle into the box at the foot of his bed. It had been re-modified back into a crossbow so it shouldn't be a problem but he was really just tired. There wasn't much to do, he had been injured yet again on another mission, thankfully it wasn't bad but it was still a bit sore so anything work related was out of the question. He couldn't visit his girlfriend, the FBI would probably not appreciate him dropping by and Jim was still sore over the whole custard fiasco, geez, so what if he was almost smothered by a hundred licking kittens, there are worse things that could happen.

He put his arms underneath his head and rested his head on those. If only something would happen.