Room 409: Monday after lunch

[lovechildblair]

Blair dumped his bag on his bed and turned to Hank. "So, what do you want to do for the afternoon, man? Feeling any growing pains?"

[ooc: For the Sentinel]

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[sensitivejim]

Jim approached Blair's room, rubbing his temples. It was still happening. He was losing his mind. That had to be it. Stress. Or something. Maybe he would swing by the clinic later and have them check him out.

"Hey, Chief," he said tiredly, stopping in the doorway.

[lovechildblair]

"Hey Jim." Blair turned to wave and gave Jim a concerned look. "Whoa, do you need to sit down?"

[sensitivejim]

Jim waved a hand dismissively and shook his head. "No, no, I'm fine," he replied absently, looking in no way fine. "Just had a weird weekend."

[lovechildblair]

"You look wiped out, man." Blair stepped closer to put a hand on Jim's arm. "Just how weird was the weekend?"

[sensitivejim]

"I don't want to hear it!" Jim growled in response, stomping out of the room. Something shiny caught his attention, a bit of glitter stuck to the wall, and he focused in on it, trying to figure out what it was. His senses kicked in and suddenly he was oblivious to everything else.

[dude_its_jude]

"Duuuuuuuuude, heads up!" Jude called as he clattered at top speed down the hallway, tugging his toque into place. "Dude! DUDE!"

[lovechildblair]

"-ait, man!" Blair came to the door and caught sight of Jim zoned out in the path of Jude skating down the hallway. With a quick movement he leapt into Jim, knocking them both to the floor and out of the way of Jude.

[sensitivejim]

Jim blinked, snapping out of it as he hit the ground with Blair on top of him. He shook his head, disoriented. "What just happened."