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Unit

Unit yawned, curled up in a ball away from the other mice. They hadn't come around yet, to take them away and then bring them back, which was unusual. They normally had already come and gone by this point, or at least he thought they did. Perhaps not.

One did tend to lose track of time in here. He yawned again, moving to find a better position. He should have time for a short nap, right?

Deeby lay sprawled out on his belly in his cage, all four limbs splayed at his sides -- though it was a bit hard to tell that's where they were, as his oozing fat nearly covered his paws. He panted a little. The extra weight made it much easier for the agouti chubster to get overheated.

He wished he were swimming. He'd been just earlier that day but already he yearned for another round. The cool water, the weightlessness, the empowerment....

...thinking about swimming, his toes twitched and Deeby fell reluctantly into slumber, dreaming of splashing.

Harry
(being written sans-lulzy long hair) xd


Bored.

Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored.

And hot too. Harry was bored and uncomfortably warm, a mix of his two least favorite things. He could only groom his full-body fuzz hair so many times before it just became futile. He got hot, so he'd drink some water and try to clean off. Then he'd get bored, so he'd go run in his wheel. This only made him hot and dirty again. BORING.

Harry sighed and sprawled out in the middle of his cage. It wasn't a large cage, but it wasn't the smallest in the lab. It had wire walls, and on either side of him, were two of his brothers, Harry and Harry. They literally talked over him, shouting conversations across the distance of his cage. Harry had learned to tune them out though. They never talked about anything interesting. Instead, he often tuned his ears to what the lab techs were talking about.

There was this blonde woman, Carol, who the male workers said had a "tight a**". Today she was talking to one of them about what they were getting for lunch. Harry wasn't sure what "Taco Bell" was, or why it tasted better at 2:00AM after bar close, but he was sure that it was someplace he wanted to go. Up until now, he was only used to eating dry pellets. These taco things had to taste better than that.

Reserving a post for Beata

(Post for Nicky, Smokey and Bee)

Up. Down. Right. Left.
Down. Right. Up.

Nicky continued doing the strange arm movements over and over again. He honestly had TRIED to get some sleep. Really. Truly. But sleep hardly ever came to him unless it was time for the white-coats to be gone and then he was left alone with no needles and then he got very very tired.
But tonight was not one of those nights and tonight he was practicing his armflail-kick routine. He had seen it on the tiny carrying-screen one of the white-coats possessed. It was cool, along with many other movies the same person had.
Oooh the lights went on! That meant Bee would be waking up-

There was a loud squeal from the cage adjacent to Nicky's. Yup. Bee was awake.
Bee got almost as little sleep as Nicky. The only trick was, what sleep Bee did get was riddled with nightmares, and getting a bright light to the face was hardly a gentle alarm clock.

The other gerbil had squeezed himself as far into the corner of his cage as he could, staring at the little running-wheel that occupied it.

"Sup B-"

"Shush! Shush! It's going to crush me!"
"The wheel?"
"No! The tenth bar on the wheel! I can see it, it's plotting. It'll rock the wheel til it comes loose and then it'll drive it over here and--"
"Um... isn't EVERY bar the tenth one?"
"AAAAAAAAH!"


Smokey had been dreaming of tuna sandwiches and a freshly lit pipe when his eardrums had been assaulted by something not too far from a little girl opening christmas presents.

Which means they turned the lights on.
And that little grey fluffball across the room was awake.

Smokey lazily opened one eye. He always slept on his spinning wheel, and yawned loudly before slinking off of it to take a drink from the strange bottle on the side of the cage where he lived.
Not too upset about being awoken. After all, what was there to do in the lab besides sleep? (and watch the creatures in the other cages of course). Nothing. Nothing at all. Not anymore at least.

Standing at the edge of the cage, the white lab rat stared out of the bars, lost in thought.

"What troubles you, Rearra?"

The white rat blinked, turning with a smile. Rearra chuckled softly and shrugged, answering her friend, "Oh, nothing, Leanna. Just...thinking, I guess. Wondering what the day might hold." She nodded to her friend, crossing to take a seat.

On the other side of the cage, the other lab rats glanced over at the lone female, sitting and chatting amiably with herself as usual. Some shook their heads sadly, and others just shrugged and moved about their day, giving the crazy one all the space they could.

[Socrates]

Socrates made his way slowly to the dish of food that had been placed in their cage just recently. He was careful as he went, making sure to put a lot of space between him and any of the other rats where he could. He would like it if he could avoid touching any of them, who knows what they had and he could get it from them if he got to close.

He risked a little contact though at the actual food bowl, there was hardly ever a time where he could get close enough to eat and there wasn't another rat there. The food itself was a risk, they put it there, but it was eat it or starve. He grabbed what he could from the dish quickly before retreating, returning to his little place next to the wall where he watched.

Tybalt & Fleance (will link when I'm on a different computer)

Today had not been a good day. Tybalt had spent the morning thrashing around his cage and as far as Fleance was concerned this was never a good thing. He had stayed cowering in the corner of his own cage. It wasn't until some time later, that the sounds from the other's cage seem to cease and that was when he peeked his head up slowly, timidly.

Tybalt was laying in his cage and it seemed that now the day was not going well for him. Whatever it was that they did to him that calmed his rage seemed to every now and then go badly. He got sick.

"T-tybalt?" Fleance called, a little shakily, to his friend.

The other rat raised his head slowly and looked over, "Yeah?"

"H-how are you feeling?"

"I've been better," Tybalt grumbled before flopping back down.

They would pass time this way until Tybalt grew too tired to talk any further and fell asleep. It would give them both a little peace for a little while. Tybalt had the peace of sleep and Fleance the quiet.