Rm. 134

[mnt_mike]

It's early when Mike makes his way out of his room and towards the kitchen space of Rm. 134.

So early, in fact, that Mel hardly moved as he exited their bed, and Stampy doesn't even stir as he passes by her basket. All is quiet on Indy's side of the apartment, which is per usual for this time of morning. Though, it is rather strange that Meg is already up and out. That girl is part ninja, Mike's sure of it.

As much as he likes sleep, and enjoys the comfort that goes with that most blessed of activities, there's something to be said for getting up before everyone else. It's makes the whole house/sewer/flat seem like a strange alien world. The sounds of the day haven't begun to assault the senses, and everything is eerily still.

It's what makes his nearly falling flat on his ass that much more shocking.
How did those Kerplunk marbles get there anyway? He could have sworn...yes, the box is still on the coffee table in the living room. Sure the Pick Up Sticks are all over the floor, but that's the whole point of that game, so really it makes sense.

Once he recovers from his near fall, and the shooting pain that goes along with nearly falling when one has busted ribs, he makes his way over towards the coffee maker and starts a fresh pot.

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[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

And even as he hauls Ace up, another marble rolls gently across the floor, seemingly propelled by... nothing.

"Dude?" Indy says with a frown.

[mnt_mike]

"I told you. Poltergeists. Things are moving on their own."

Mike hisses at Indy.

"You've got to be nice to them."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy looks at Ace as if to say, do you think he's crazy too?

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace looks back with an expression that clearly says 'I think you're all nutters, I just play along for chocolate syrup and tasty waffles'.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Back to Mike, unfazed though slightly incredulous. "And how do we do that? Make offerings?"

"Think they like waffles?"

"Is it they... or it?" Where's Ray, seriously?

[mnt_mike]

"Everything everywhere likes waffles.
ACE. Leave those ones you didn't catch. Maybe it'll eat it.

Do you name ghosts?"

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"And if it/they/whatbloodyever doesn't, you'll have waffles moldering behind the couch." Ace retorts. She continues hunting. Ace has faced ghosts. Ace fears no ghosts.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Something is seriously awry. "Something's missing," Indy notes blankly.

[mnt_mike]

"Missing? Like how, missing?
...
oh god....where's stampy!"

Mike looks towards the ceiling.

"Stampy, sweetie. DON'T GO TOWARDS THE LIGHT. FOLLOW DADDY'S VOICE."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Holy CRAP!" Indy is spurred into action. "We need a really old woman with a really squeaky irritating voice...!" He looks at Ace frantically. "C'mon... you must know one. You know everyone here!"

"Hurry." Stampy's life depends on it.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace gives them a look that clearly says 'Good God, you're all insane'.
"Don'tcha think you miiiight be jumping to conclusions here?" She asks, before turning to look at the room. "Oy, Stampy, got some peanuts!" Because elephants like peanuts... and she's still not convinced there actually is a Stampy. She's never actually seen this creature. It could be an elaborate prank.

[mnt_mike]

"Don't taunt her from the beyond with peanuts! That's just cruel!"

Over in the corner, one of the large fern fronds begins to move.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Really, Ace. That's like giving you a choice between Tim with a bag of honey dust, and someone telling you that there's a really awesome fireworks display going on back home." He shakes his head sadly.

"S'just mean... how would you like it?"

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

She glowers at both of them. More at Indy. She rummages through her pockets, and eventually comes up with two, in-shell peanuts. How much stuff does she have crammed in there, anyway?

"Oh ye of little faith. I still have yet to see evidence of the elephant though." She sticks her tongue out at him, thus utterly ruining the mature righteous anger routine.

[mnt_mike]

"You're telling us that we have little faith, and you're the one carrying around peanuts for an elephant you don't even think exists?"

Mike can't help but raise an eyebrow at this.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Regardless—and now that the panic seems to have incomprehensibly died down—a tiny elephant head suddenly appears between the branches of the large fern near Mike's bedroom. A trunk extends cautiously.

Pfft

And a marble is snorted out with all the force that a cat-sized elephant can muster in its miniature lungs. Said colored glass sphere hits the floor and rolls weakly for a few yards.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace staaaaares.

Yes Dorothy, there is a Stampy.

[mnt_mike]

Mike's head whips around at the sound of the marble. His eyes follow its path back to the fern, and the familar face.

"STAMPY! YOU'RE BACK! YOU DIDN'T GO INTO THE LIGHT. GOOD GIRL, STAMPY! GOOD GIRL!"

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy's head turns at the sound of the marble rolling. His reaction of choice is the face palm, complete with we are the worst parents ever groan.