Room 304, Friday Afternoon

[chasingangela]

Angela had decided that action had some chance of getting her out of her mope. She certainly wasn't going to apologize to Marty, not yet, maybe not ever.

Glancing around the room, she realized that if she shoved Sydney's old dresser into the closet, she'd have room to move her chair further away from the bed, and her not-huge dorm room would feel slightly less not-huge.

She stood with her back to the wall to try to lift the dresser so she could carry it across the room, completely oblivious to any strange sounds.

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[fh-anonymous.livejournal.com]

The gremlin who had recently taken up residence inside the dresser was not pleased when it's new home started to tilt. It shrieked as it tumbled about inside the bottom drawer.

[chasingangela]

Angela heard the shriek and wondered what Sydney had been doing with the dresser -- she was Dean Bristow's daughter, after all.

She cautiously opened the drawer and peeked inside.

[fh-anonymous.livejournal.com]

A small gremlin with one shiny earring dangling form one ear popped out and perched on the edge of the drawer. It had the matching earring clutched in one hand. It was obviously not happy with being disturbed.

[chasingangela]

"Crap," Angela said, frozen and staring at the gremlin.

I should really know what to do.

And some strange part of her brain was trying to figure out if the earrings were hers.

Finally, she took a stumbling step backwards.

[fh-anonymous.livejournal.com]

With only a hiss for a warning, the gremlin sprang forward and tried to bite Angela on her arm.

[chasingangela]

Angela tried to bat it away with an uncontrolled jerk of her forearm.

"GET AWAY!"

She might have succeeded only in annoying it.

[fh-anonymous.livejournal.com]

The gremlin succeeded in grabbing Angela's elbow, even with all the flailing. Once it got a good grip, it sunk its teeth into her arm just above the elbow.

[chasingangela]

Angela tried to smack it with her other hand, jumping up and down in an effort to shake the monster off.

"Owwwwwwwwwwwww!" She wondered how people stood being bit more than once.

[fh-anonymous.livejournal.com]

Having expressed its displeasure in a satisfactory manner, the gremlin let go of Angela's arm and ran back to the dresser. Quickly grabbing a double armload of the shiny objects it had stored inside, it turned to make a break for the nearest vent.

[chasingangela]

Angela rubbed her arm and pouted as she watched the gremlin disappear. The pain quickly numbed to a throbbing ... and then she wasn't Angela.

She was Rayanne Graf, and where the hell was she?

She went to look in the mirror and saw Angela Chase's face looking back at her.

Somehow, she knew this would be fun. There might not be enough booze in the world to handle this, but it'd be fun nonetheless. "Sweet," she said to her reflection.

She changed clothes -- something a little flashier was needed -- ending up in fishnets, a miniskirt, and a tank top. Then she went off to see what she could see/