Devil's Nest, Monday, 3/10

[bitten_notshy]

Jack was done with midterms, back from New York, and generally feeling almost human again.

It would be nice if the current batch of island weirdness hadn't been making him see (and hear, and, god forbid, smell) a pair of trolls periodically circling the dance floor in a long-running waltz, but he was never going to have anything. At least this time the DJ and Tiny admitted they could see the duo.

[OOC: Open club, no OCD.]

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[not_a_whiner]

"Beer?"

What, why kill a perfectly good routine opening line, right? "Uh... what's up with the trolls?" Kaidan added, pausing halfway to where Jack was sitting to kinda... what.

[bitten_notshy]

"They came back again?" Jack sighed, glancing to the dance floor before going over to the beer taps. "It doesn't seem to be anything important. Just the island reminding us things are still weird here."

[OOC:Sorry, this posted in the wrong place.]

[not_a_whiner]

Kaidan shook his head. "I just try not to think about it," he said. Then he paused, and said, "...of course, that just makes me think about it. Ow."

[bitten_notshy]

"I try not to, but sometimes it makes you," Jack confided. "Last week there was one night where I couldn't study because it sounded like someone was practicing drumming right next to my ear."

[not_a_whiner]

"Last time I walked near here, I heard someone muttering something about a 'sock gap' and a turtle," Kaidan confided in return. "He seemed pretty upset."

[bitten_notshy]

"I'd be upset if turtles were wearing my socks," Jack hazarded. "But that may not be what they meant."

[not_a_whiner]

"I've been thinking about it," Kaidan admitted, reaching back to rub at the back of his neck. "Does anyone put socks on turtles...? Is that a local cultural thing somewhere, or... I don't know, I need to stop doing this."

[throughaphase]

Kitty hadn't made it here last week, so today she came in to see Jack, and was momentarily distracted when she got there. "What's that smell?"

It was probably trolls, Kitty.

[bitten_notshy]

"Hi, Kitty. The island's having fun again," Jack said. "Last week it was voices. This week it's dancing trolls who don't smell so good."

Next week: Active volcano!

[throughaphase]

"I'm guessing we're talking about the Barry Plodder-style trolls and not like, the dolls with the weird hair, right?" Kitty checked, wrinkling her nose.

[bitten_notshy]

"If in Barry Plodder they're big, wear skins and don't look too bright -- yes, exactly that type," Jack confirmed. "Though the dolls might show up next..."

[throughaphase]

Cue the wide eyes. "The dolls? Like the creepy murder ones that showed up that time?"

[bitten_notshy]

"God I hope not," Jack groaned. "I was thinking of the troll kind you mentioned. Those killed people?"

[justlurkinghere]

"What is that smell?" Yeah, Derek missed that particular event.

[bitten_notshy]

"Phantom troll," Jack said, already fixing Derek a glass of water. "They vanish, the smell lingers. Charming, isn't it?"

He might have looked a tiny bit concerned when he glanced at Derek. Maybe. A little bit.

[justlurkinghere]

"So charming," Derek muttered, ignoring the look as he took a seat at the bar.

[bitten_notshy]

"I know," Jack said. "Does it seem to you like the island's even stranger than usual lately? It's not just voices anymore."

[justlurkinghere]

"I had a cold." Look, that was really weird for him.

[bitten_notshy]

"I thought we didn't get sick." It was weird to Jack, too.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Hey, Jack." Dinah smiled as she slipped into a seat at the bar. "How are things going?"

[bitten_notshy]

"I've definitely had worse nights," Jack conceded, smiling. "How are you? I met, er, Sheba last week."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"I'm... well. Worried, mostly." She shrugged, smiling dimming a bit. "I'm on Spring Break for the week, so I thought I'd visit, and look around for reasons behind him disappearing. But I guess he's not the only one?"

[bitten_notshy]

"The teacher in our Lithuanian class is suddenly a woman too," Jack said, shaking his head. "And there are other things too. Voices. Visions. Strange smells. It's like the island's going a bit mad."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Super. And it's been way longer than a weekend so... definitely needing investigating." Dinah shook her head. "Can I get a strawberry daiquiri?... Do you think Priestly's back where Sheba came from?" That had been her first theory.

[bitten_notshy]

"He could be," Jack said slowly, following Dinah's train of thought. "It would make sense. Has she tried calling her family to see what happens?"