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((Finally have a name for her! XD))

Petia looked around the room numbly, so many things were occurring, too many it seemed that she couldn't keep up with anything. The death of her pet, the news about Prince, it really was a little to much for the witchling. She settled into a corner of the room, watching the door, fears growing, listening to the sound of scratching coming from beside her.

{Ok, I'm leaving in an hour and there won't be any internet where I'm going. I won't get back until late sunday night or early Monday so I suppose I have to quit now. Just have Voyager & Sciurus do whatever's needed. Although Dr Stubborn would rather sleep alone in his van... S: I'm a mess, I'm tired, and occasionally I have nightmares. Yes I'd rather sleep alone, no point giving anyone else heart attacks or accidentally cleaving someone while I'm asleep..
;n; & just when it was getting fun too. emotion_donotwant }

Voyager was not happy about the thought of sleeping out with all the bunnies, but he was tired, and they weren't really after him. "Wish we could get outta here soon, I miss being on actual earthy ground instead of building. Doc will think of something though, he always does." If they were on real ground somewhere, the van could have used his stone abilities to make a wall of sorts around them, but he knew it probably wouldn't work here and didn't have the energy to try. Sciurus had wandered around the little hideout, surveying the people and food. It was cozy and well fortified, but he wasn't sleeping in a possible death trap with juicy targets everywhere and he was still icky. No, the surgeon much rather preferred sleeping in his van; it was where he normally slept if he wasn't home, and he knew Voyager would be safe. He snagged an apple and water bottle before heading to the sidedoor, peering up at Minty. "Crazy woman... Don't fall, or the bunnies will eat your pretty face off. Sadly plastic surgery is not one of my specialties." The doctor nestled himself in a corner behind the driver's seat, wrapped within a blanket. With any luck, there'd be no dreams tonight. Voyager didn't comment on his boss' suicidal preference. He was glad for the company and knew better than to argue. "Night Doc..."

All that was going on or the lack there of it went by again unnoticed not that it had much to worry about in a room like this with other bodies.. aside from being stepped on. All the moving the small bat slid off Lady luck's arm and woke before hitting the ground mumbling in it's sleep, tiredly it flaps an glides over to the wall a moment to look around trying to find somewhere else to sleep at. Ends up just napping on someone's hair it wasn't paying attention whose.

((pfft.. whoever wants me there's a bat in your hair! ahhh a bat in your hair!))

After resting, Xashowd began to pace around the Closet. He'd gained some valuable information from his time in the Basement, but he wasn't sure what to do with it. Grunnies apparently hated Undead Blood, but a Starving Grunny would still leap at him. Xashowd wasn't certain if that meant he could be immune to the virus, but he wasn't going to try and find out the hard way, nor was he going to cut himself every time he came across a Grunny Horde. And while he'd found the source of the problem, he wasn't sure what to do about it. Should he go back and shut the door? Only a temporary reprieve. What if someone else opened it out of curiosity? The whole process would start over. Should he go back down there and slaughter all the Grunnies, taking care of a large portion of the problem? That wouldn't do...someone lived down there, and Xashowd doubted they'd enjoy coming back to their domicile and having to clean up Grunny guts...well, more than he'd left behind. Those things couldn't be left down there, but neither could he just blast them out. Nor could he bind them all and force them out to kill them outside the basement...even in batches, all the squirming against the Air Chokes and the effort expended to kill them would drain him rather quickly.

Then it hit him. Why not make the grunnies suffocate? Less mess, same results. Still, that was a lot of Grunnies...he'd have to hit them all at once for best effect. That meant Vaccum Sealing the room by shutting the door and pulling all the air out of it. Once the Grunnies were dead, he could clear them out with ease, and there'd be a lot less of them roaming around. Still, it was someone's living space...the polite thing to do would be to ask them permission before making it temporarily uninhabitable. He'd need to find the owner and ask them. Someone around here would know who. With that settled and his wound fully healed, Xashowd focused on the Wind Marker he'd left in the Safe House and Warped over to it. He'd get some answers there.