Room 406, before 2nd period.

[izzyalienqueen]

Isabel woke up and quietly got ready for class, mindful of Xander still sleeping in the next bed. She was really starting to wonder if Speech class was worth it. If she dropped, her Thursdays would be completely free, well unless Student Council started to meeting regularly then.

Thinking of Student Council reminded her of conversation with Peter last night. She was glad things were okay now, even if it meant that one more person knew her secret.

Grabbing her coat and bag, she headed towards the door, intent on stopping by the Perk to get a coffee before class. She opened the door and stopped dead. There were chickens, Muppet chickens, all over the hallway. Isabel attempted to slam the door, but before she could, several of the large, noisy chickens flew into the room.

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[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

The chickens flopped into the room making loud squawking noises and proceeded to land on Izzy's bed where it started pecking around looking for food.

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander muttered, "Mwuzzahehwuhmgguh?" and slowly extracted his head out from underneath his pillow, blinking.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

A ventilation grate pops open and a muppet chicken falls on top of Xander with a loud "SQUAWK!"

[soldtoarmenians]

"MA-AH-AHHHHHHHH wuzzzzzahhhh?" Xander sat up and flailed, getting feathers in his eyes.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

Muppet chickens? Not a big fan of the flailing. Which is why the chicken tries to peck Xander's head.

The other chickens in the room have gathered around Jeremiah's tank and are pecking the glass and clucking.

//Kermit? Robin? Is that you? Are you okay? Do you need to be freed?//

[soldtoarmenians]

"OW!" Xander batted at the chicken, and skittered up his bed until his back was trapped against the wall. "The hell?"

He squinted at it. "Um. Camilla?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

The chicken eyed Xander as though sizing him up for a kill another pecking.

It flapped its wings in warning sending muppet feathers everywhere.

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander warded the chicken off with his pillow, as Isabel chased after the one on her bed.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Finally recovering from the shock, and home from running errands Isabel managed to slam the door. Which still left several chickens running around the room. "Vampires, demons, dragons... Fine, I've been dealing just fine. But chickens? This is ridiculous!"

She grabbed her pillow and used it to shoo the chicken off her bed. "A little help here Xander?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

The chicken flapped it's wings and Squawked at the girl with the pillow. It did not like being shooed.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Don't you squawk at me. That was my bed you were pecking at. Isn't there a nice farmyard for you somewhere?" As she spoke she tried to herd the chicken towards the door.

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander pointed to the chicken on his bed. With him. But not in bed with him, because that would just be wrong. "They peck!" he said, fending it off with his own pillow. "Also I'm thinking not Camilla, because she's kind of tame. And gone or missing or something, come to think of it, if I didn't dream that Lee and John said that on the radio last night in a very heterosexual way."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"We're bigger then they are. We should have the advantage." Using the pillow she pushed the chickens away from Jeremiah's tank. "I'm so going to need a new pillow after this. Get up, maybe we can herd them out the door."

[soldtoarmenians]

"But they peck!" Xander repeated. "With the sharp little pecke-- uh, beaks!" He slid off the side of his bed and launched his pillow at the chicken still perched on the comforter.

[soldtoarmenians]

[And then...]

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

The chicken jumps back from the pillow and onto the ground. It waddles quickly under Xander's bed and begins to look at his porn collection.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Clearly taking a chance, Isabel reached under the bed and tried to grab the chicken, since it was just out of reach (and out of sight of Xander and anyone else that might be observing) she used her alien power to pull it towards her.

[soldtoarmenians]

'Hey, get outta there! There's mint editions of Men's Health and Fitness The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen um, National Geographic down there!" Xander grabbed one of his marshmallow blasters from the table next to his bead, loaded it up, and fired a shot under the bed at the chicken.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Watch it! You almost hit me." She almost let go as the chicken pecked at her. "Ouch!"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

The chicken, not amused with being pulled out from under the bed turned and shook her tailfeathers at Isabel.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Don't you pull attitude with me, you glorified puppet. I'll pluck you and make a nice featherbed." Caught in her battle with the chicken, Isabel didn't notice the magazine that had been pulled out from under the bed.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

From the frog tank a loud croaking could be heard that had a strange effect on the chickens. (http://izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com/3523.html?thread=49859#t49859)

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander, who had fired blind without looking under the bed due to the whole not-wanting-his-face-pecked-off thing, noticed the magazine, and, non-pecked face turning a lovely pale mauve color, scrambled to shove it back under the bed.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

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[soldtoarmenians]

In his tank, Jeremiah, who didn't speak Muppet, ribbirited worriedly, and tried to retreat into his mini-cave, though being as it was a really mini mini-cave, there wasn't very far to retreat.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

*peck peck*

//I don't think that's Kermit. It's not Flailing or yelling for Miss Piggy//

*peck peck*

//It also isn't that color he keeps singing about.//

*peck peck*

[soldtoarmenians]

*CROAK!!!!*

Jeremiah scrambled out of his cave and retreated against the back wall of the tank, trying to hide amonst the plants. He did recognise 'Kermit' though; it was a famous name among his kind, after all.

//LEAVE ME ALONE OR THE GREAT LORD KERMIT WILL COME AND PLAY THE BANJO AT YOU!// he croaked.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

The chickens, not exactly understanding the frog language still understood the word "Banjo" which in their minds always leads to bad bad things. Like the movie "Deliverance" or country picnics that serve their kind up fried with cornbread.

They slowly back away from the tank.

[soldtoarmenians]

Jeremiah, noting with confusion their retreat in apparent response to the wrong Word of Power, shrugged - sort of - and capitalized on it, because he was not a stupid frog.

//BANJO!// he croaked again. //AUTO-HARP! KAZOO!//

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

All the chickens in the room heard the sounds of Jeremiah's croaking. A banjo was one thing... but an autoharp?

Much squawking began. Feathers flew everywhere as the chickens ran for the door and the open ventilation grates.

[soldtoarmenians]

//FLUGELHORN!// Jeremiah shouted croaked after them. And then just for good measure:

//JOHN TESH!//

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Seeing the chickens heading towards the door, Isabel opened it and let them run out. Once they were gone, she closed the door and sank down to the floor. "Well, that was interesting."

[soldtoarmenians]

"Hey, at least it wasn't zombies," Xander said, picking feathers out of his hair.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"I suppose it's the little things in life you need to be grateful for," she sighed. Well, at least her bed reasonably unscathed. "Do I have chicken feathers in my hair?"

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander grinned. "Couple. But it's not a bad look for you. Kind of Barbarella."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Great. And I have to get to class in a bit." She walked into the bathroom and stood of the mirror pulling feathers out of her hair.

"Oh, do you know that you talk in your sleep?" she asked.

[ooc: probably going to have to go AFK for a bit. Slow play to finish?]

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander frowned. "I... do? Do I wanna know what I said? Because if it was about the Backstreet Boys, I can explain. Sort of."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"The Backstreet Boys?" She shook her head, "I don't think I want to know. I don't know exactly what you said, but the radio was on and you started babbling about something being white, not red?"

[soldtoarmenians]

"White, not..." Xander tried to remember if he'd been awake enough to even really take in what was on the radio at that point. He'd definitely heard something about Camilla, so... Wait. More voicemail stuff? About the speech class or somethin-- Ohhhhhhhhh.

Xander's face was probably a little more red than white. "I, um. Don't remember?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Riiighhttt," Isabel grinned, "Consider yourself lucky I have to get to class right now. I'd love to find out why you're turning so red. I'm sure it has to be some story."

[soldtoarmenians]

"No story," Xander lied said. "I am storyless. I am a split-level ranch."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

On her way past her bed, Isabel stopped to pick up her pillow off the floor. It was covered in feathers from all the shooing. She started to snicker at the split-level ranch comment. "I'd be more likely to believe you if you claimed the frog was really an enchanted prince."

Still snickering she walked out of the door, never realizing she still had her pillow in her hand.