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Calder was running out of pep, but forced a smile. "Yeah, I guess you're still busy. You should finish up and take a good rest. Don't mind the dishes. We.." Calder paused. "..I'll take them down. I know where the kitchen is." Or he'd find it. "You should get some sleep. Barth and I will probably just rest a bit too. Ya know, before we have to go. It is....going to be a long trip." And Calder felt bad coming all this way and only making his friend miserable. This had been a bad idea. He should have just kept writing letters when he was able..........and had paper.

As he watched Chrsitof, he noticed he reluctance to say much else, but he probably didn't feel up to talking or tending to them any more. Even though Calder thought it would be fun to be here, he only proved to be extra work for the Igor when his friend was already stressed. The only good thing to do now would be to let him rest and lessen his large workload.

"I think," Barth said, "that food was possibly not quite as safe as advertised."

He dug his skell phone out of his jacket pocket, sending a brief text, and then said, "It might be better after all if you did stay in here with me tonight. You can drag in the other bed, if you prefer. It doesn't matter to me."

"Don't strain yourself with the bed. I don't mind sharing." Barth was not entirely sure why he had asked Calder move the bed, except that the beds were small, and to ease what might have been a command into a suggestion. And give the option of whatever was most comfortable for Calder. In the end, Calder (rightfully) made the less work-related choice. Barth didn't have any difficulties with propriety, bed-sharing wise. People sleeping nearby gave him a certain professional satisfaction.

"...I do mind another early morning. That was mostly Grimhold's fault, but let's not do that again."

You had to obey Master.

You had to obey Master, there was no question, no room for even thoughts of questions, no use in second guessing, but as Christof stood ground by the elevator, his stomach was twisting, his hands were trembling.

Not allowed to warn them. Not allowed to interfere. But he had interfered- he'd be reprimanded later, he was sure. Master had Plans and Plans were important and you had to obey Master. His seams were aching, his mouth a sour, electric mess sending reminders to his brain that you Always Obey Master.

Master had been specific. And he was certain he had not been sleeping, more than likely researching, preparing... He had worded things specifically- more specifically than usual, although he supposed being older now, he had to be more specific with him.

It had kept the loop holes to a minimum. He had already gotten wise to many of them.

Mind churning, he wasn't sure how long had gone by before there came the rumbling of the elevator, and when it opened, the Igor stepped aside, letting the hulking dark shape lurch forward through the shadows. Christof's eyes remained on the ground, but his hands had clenched into fists.

The heavy creature continued forward, an almost laughter-like growl gurgling up from the creature's throat as it shuffled into the bedroom, mouth parting as it loomed towards the sleeping figures...

Just a few bites just a few bites Master won't miss it just a piece- a misshapen hand grabbed the sleeping Kelpie sharply by the arm, ready to heft up a drugged limp lump of meat.

Frederik roared, twisting at the feeling of the bite before his reptilian head wormed around to clamp gnarled, jagged teeth down tightly around the kelpie's middle, the arm Calder had latched onto suddenly coming apart by the seams. five more unfurled from under his jacket, clawed fingers arching back like snakes ready to strike before shaking his head with enough force to send Calder slamming against the far wooden table and stone floor.

Back turned on the slumbering Sloth, the patchwork creature hissed violently before lurching after the fallen kelpie. Why was it still moving? Why was it biting him?? They were supposed to be poisoned by now! Clearly, that stupid little new Patchwork hadn't done it's job right. He would eat him later. For now, horse-meat was looking scrumptious.

The creature reared back with a howl as the thing clamped in it's jaws suddenly expanded, scrambling backward onto the bed to trample the still limp Sloth, dodging limbs and tail. In a flash, it lunged in a blur up the wall before springing back down, limbs and jaws alike outspread-

-instead of grabbing a hold of Kelpie, he suddenly found himself with a mouth full of a horrid chemical taste and more importantly sharp thorn-like scales as a hunchbacked form lunged between them. Trajectory up-heaved, the two unwieldy figures rolled under Calder's hooves. Christof's eyes were wide and wild as he gave Frederik a sharp kick in the stomach, nostrils flaring as he tore his arm free, and several hooked teeth along the way, before scrambling out from under the long pale legs for the bed.

As much as Calder wanted to trample the other Igor into a fine mush or hold his crushed body down and tear off pieces with his teeth, he was in a bit of a bind. To his surprise, Christof had come barreling in and at first, Calder nearly trampled him too! The boil was still too new looking, too unfamiliar in shape and smell, that in the blur of adreniline and panic, he nearly attacked his own friend! It was the grunting noises that caught his attention, and he stopped only as so much to see the Igor vs Igor showdown. It seemed his friend has been alerted of the news and was trying to take the lizard Igor down. A good thing too. Calder didn't know what he would have done if the creature had gotten on his back, what with little room to actually buck about.

As much as he wanted to help, he could in no way try and trample Frederik with Christof tossing about, fighting him. Worse yet when they got close to the bed. With no choice, Calder stopped his stomping and instead got close, nipping here and there in hopes of landing a bite of the lizard Igor but having a hard time getting a chance that didn't mean hurting Christof on accident.

Should he go and get help? Tell Dr. Fell his other Igor had gone crazy! He didn't know!!! He just really hurt and didn't want any of this to happen. This was supposed to be a happy visit!!!