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Room 325, Thursday Afternoon

He'd sent Francine a message the moment the idea struck; it was something for Support, after all, and Arthur wasn't going to flaunt around someone else's successes. There was little he could do outside right now, though-- at best, he could set off on a mission to chase the creatures down to their source later on.

Right now, though, he was thinking strategy. Staring out his window, squinting at the lay of the land he could get from there, and browsing through the maps for the rest of it.

He placed a few more calls and texts here and there to see what people were up to. Just in case.

The researches had best figure out what this was and soon.

[[ i am going to bed soon, so massive SP, but if you feel like he'd call/text and you want to respond, have at. likewise for if you want to visit; door's open ]]

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You're sure the gas mask is secure?

It's smushing my face! All I smell is plastic!

That would be a yes.

Arthur facepalmed - again - and eyed his Blackberry. Don't go out for longer than half an hour, he instructed, See if you can tell what area of the island they're coming from.

Will do!

On that second part, definitely.

That first part, well. She'd try! That totally counted!

I mean it.

He knew her longer than a day, after all.

I swear, I'll text in half an hour!

...here's hoping she wouldn't be in the middle of fighting dinosaurs right then.

Six minutes past that deadline, Dinah texted:

Am okay. Godzillas toast. Catching up with monkey-ponies real soon now!

Dinah, unless you've got a good lead, get back to the dorms.

BB was following them! And we were following him

And about two minutes later:

But it looks like the fog wins again. :P Coming home.

Good. Report back when you get there.

It's a good thing Arthur's on the same floor as Dinah, Momoko, and yes, Jaime. Or Dinah might've had more reason to just crash in her room as soon as she made it back.

She rapped her knuckles on the doorframe, gas mask dangling from her fingers. "Things are getting seriously crazy out there."

"Tell me how crazy," Arthur informed her, without much of a prompt otherwise. He turned on the bed, and looked at her expectantly.

"A pack-- a herd?" Dinah made a face. "Of ponies with, like, three monkey heads, and paws, roaming in the park, tearing the place up. Ripping trees out by the roots, throwing park benches... We spooked them into stampeding, and we tried to follow them back to wherever they're coming from, but..." She shrugged helplessly. "The fog was just too dense. Lost them. And a pack of human-sized lizards. They're getting really aggressive, Arthur, they went for us the second they saw us."

Arthur nodded, concern flitting about his features for a moment. "We're going to have to set up larger patrol groups," he noted. "Maybe smoke a few out. How easily did they spot you?"

"The fog kept us pretty concealed until we were, hmm." Dinah tried to think back. "Forty, maybe fifty feet away? But I'm not sure they didn't hear us coming. Sounds echo in that soup. And there were three of us, Blue Beetle, me, and Blossom, and none of us got hurt. But we all have extra abilities, and are trained fighters. Plus the other two could fly and get us out of there at any second if we had to. Anyone else..."

"Everyone who goes out needs someone with powers with them. Two, preferably."

Add that to the list of things he hadn't expected to say a year and a half ago.

"Spooking and following them didn't work; we'll need to try some different strategies."

Some part of Dinah's brain was noting that Arthur was discussing strategy with her like she worked for him... or no, more with him. And that she wasn't making an issue of the first part because the second part was true, and too serious for any kind of power play.

The rest was too worried about what might happen if things got even worse than hallucinogenic fog and roaming monsters. Because you just knew it would.

"I'm guessing the research people have broken out the books-- anything useful? Like if someone's doing this, or it's just a weird weather phenomena, or anything?"

"So far, research has centered on the figure of one Doctor von Slaptyback," Arthur said, getting up so he could go for a good pace around the room. "He has a history of assault and has done work into hallucinogenic fog. He's also rumored to have recently moved to a place with 'strange deer'. Other than his weakness to something called aerosol, I haven't got a bloody clue what that tells us, though. We need to know where these things are coming from."

A pause.

"If they're coming from anywhere in particular at all."

"We were headed east from the park when we lost them," Dinah said, more chagrined than ever about that. Although short of riding one back to wherever it called home, she wasn't sure what she could've done. "Although for all I know, they doubled back. Anyway, so, sinister doctor with a crazier name, maybe on the island... although yeah, not seeing the monster connection there." She blew out a breath in frustration, and paused. "Aerosol? Like, spray can aerosol? That kind?" She was definitely checking on the research people had done soon, to get that clear.

Arthur shrugged. "I've never heard of the stuff," he said, "And it's still a gamble whether this Von Slaptyback is in any way related." A pause. "I think the research team also found something about him wishing to grow 'Gorosaurs'."

Definitely looking it up. "Ohhh, boy. Goro I don't know, but yeah, 'saur'... close enough to our giant lizards. Well, human-sized lizards." She rubbed her eyes in frustration, then yawned. "Um. I should probably crash. Class might be cancelled or it might be a fighting field trip for Law & Order tomorrow. I'll let you know how it works out, if it's the latter." She sent him a concerned look, and pointed to him. "No going out without the gas mask, promise?"

Arthur rolled his eyes. "I'm not stupid," he said, "I've got enough trouble herding you cats, I don't need my mind playing tricks of me."

And he didn't need to think about that hole he'd put in Zack. It kept him off his sleep.

"Never thought you were." Just, you know, insanely pig-headed, and convinced he was invincible, on occasion.

Dinah yawned again, shook her head, and said. "Right. Tomorrow. Getting enough sleep to fight tonight." She turned away. "You sleep too, Arthur."

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