Office #18, Wednesday Afternoon

[tyler_gone]

After a busy morning of work with junior detectives, investigations and interrogations, "Fred" was on his hands and knees looking for clues under the desk in Mr. Durden's office -- and, jeepers, it wasn't much of an office unless you really liked flowers -- when the bite wore off. He suddenly remembered he was in fact Mr. Durden, sat up, and hit his head.

That gave him one excuse to curse a blue streak. The crazy-lady flowers that he saw when he reluctantly popped out from under the desk provided another.

Whatever Ino was trying to say with flowers, she sure was verbose with it. He tore off the neckerchief and wondered if he really had to keep the flowers around until they died.

[OOC: Mostly a linkdrop, but open, sure!]

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[shiroi_tiger]

With a skip in her step and a swagger in her hips (yes, all at once), Daphne was looking for Fred. There was still a mystery to be solved, yes, but that was only second in importance to the very excellent advice that the kind, hot Mountie had given to her!

"Fred? Jeepers, Fred, where are you?"

And that was when she peered through the doorway to see him. The dress almost looked flattering on Algren. The pink tights underneath probably left something to be desired.

"There you are! I've been looking for you all over!"

[tyler_gone]

"Here I am," Tyler agreed warily. He wasn't sure what the best way to handle a gremlin bite was -- should he humor Nathan, or try to snap him out of it?

He went with the humoring. Uncharacteristic of him, but it felt like the less bad choice.

"Did you find any clues for our investigation, Daphne? Sorry for disappearing, I got held up talking to witnesses."

[shiroi_tiger]

"No, the locals don't seem to know anything about the old Watergate Hotel," Daphne pouted, making her way across the room.

Really, it wasn't much of a pout. Not when it came hand-in-hand with a lean over the desk that was fully intended to show off a bosom that wasn't really there to begin with.

And Daphne here wasn't being subtle about it at all.

"I had the most enlightening conversation with a Mountie, though."

[tyler_gone]

Nathan was coming on to him.

In an aubergine miniskirt.

This was a level of awkward Marla could only fantasize about causing.

"Yeah?" Tyler asked, trying to keep the desk between him and the crazy person. "He didn't seem to know much when I talked to him. What did he say?"

[shiroi_tiger]

There was far more leaning, now.

"He said," Daphne relayed in the most pleasant tone possible, "plenty of things. About you. About me. About us."

Oh, yes. Fraser had given her... ideas.

[tyler_gone]

If Tyler had any idea what Fraser had said, he would have cheerfully murdered the mountie in his sleep. As it was, he was getting an idea.

"There's an us?" Tyler asked. "Daphne, there's Mystery, Inc., with Shaggy and Scooby and - and Velma! That's us."

[shiroi_tiger]

"Shaggy, Scooby, Velma, and also Daphne and Fred," Daphne insisted, and because the leaning over the desk wasn't working, she was now making her way around it. Why, if Fred would let her, she was fully intending to sit in his lap. "It's okay to be shy, Fred. I understand. I just thought, well, we've been solving mysteries together for forever, and right now, Scooby and Shaggy and Velma are waiting in the Mystery Machine..."

They were... Aloooooone.

[tyler_gone]

"They're in the Mystery Machine, right, that's great," Tyler said, stammering a little as he rose from the seat and tried to slip past his co-teacher. This, of course, meant brushing rather too close against him.

"You know, we split up to look for clues a while ago. Why don't we go back and find them and see what they know, then we can split up and, and look for more clues," he suggested. "Then, uh, then later we can be alone."

You know. After Nathan had a working brain again.

[shiroi_tiger]

Fred was standing up! This was the perfect opportunity for Daphne to reach forward, and slide her arms around his waist, pulling close to him.

The hot Mountie had said that she should kiss him, if he didn't seem to know what he wanted.

"Well golly, Fred, you and I both know that later we'll just be heading out to solve another mystery."

[tyler_gone]

"Nat- Daphne," Tyler said, rather firmly, "I don't want to spoil our friendship."

He had stopped trying to struggle away, though. He was a bit frozen with horror.

[shiroi_tiger]

Aww, he was holding still!

"Don't be silly, Fred," Daphne insisted, leaning a little closer. "It won't spoil anything at all."

Oh, she was aware of that condom that he had been telling Fraser about.

And that was why she was leaning forward to steal away a passionate kiss.

.... All things considered, she was actually a pretty good kisser.

[tyler_gone]

She was, and between that and the nobadwrong terror that was freezing Tyler in place, he found himself returning the kiss.

Which ... wasn't bad from his end, either, actually. If you ignored that he was kissing Nathan.

[shiroi_tiger]

Daphne's eyes slid closed, and she practically purred into the kiss. It was everything she had ever dreamt that it could be! Fred, and her, together at last. Why, she was going to have to find that Mountie again someday in order to--

-- In order to kill him. Slowly and painfully and in very creative ways.

It would be easy to tell that Nathan had returned to his right mind, because he'd gone shock-still, his eyes were wider than dinner plates, and was making a noise that, were it not muffled by Tyler's mouth, possibly resembled a yelp of horror.

[tyler_gone]

Oh, thank god. Tyler shoved at Nathan firmly, stepping out of the embrace.

"You kissed me."

[shiroi_tiger]

"You let me."

This was not denial. This was simply Nathan pointing out the fact that up until just a moment ago, he'd been absolutely batshit insane.

[tyler_gone]

"Was I supposed to punch you to stop you?"

Tyler was retreating to a far corner of the desk, now.

[shiroi_tiger]

Nathan, meanwhile, was retreating off the other way, trying desperately to ignore the fact that he was wearing a dress. And pink tights. Oh, oh God.

"Yes?"

Really, this notion was not a difficult one to grasp, was it?

[tyler_gone]

Tyler blinked. "Seriously? I figured if I played along for a while you'd recover."

He hadn't counted on Daphne's persistence.

[shiroi_tiger]

"And playing along meant letting me kiss you?" Nathan's deadpan look was hard at work, here. "Well, apparently, it worked."

Clearly.

[tyler_gone]

"Please, Nathan, you practically pinned me down and raped me," Tyler said, folding his arms. "Maybe you were just using the gremlin bite to get what you wanted anyhow."

Bridge, check. Kerosene, check. Match ... struck.

"I'm going to kill Fraser."

[shiroi_tiger]

"Not if I get to him first, you won't."

Really. Nathan was going to make that hit list. And Fraser's name would be at the top, in bold letters, written in human blood.

[tyler_gone]

"So at least we agree on that one," Tyler said, still staying far behind the desk. "Look, I shouldn't have kissed back. I just wasn't sure what to do."

[shiroi_tiger]

"Do you know what you can do right now, Tyler?"

Nathan didn't ask for much, really. He was standing there in a purple dress, and his brain hated him, and he was resisting the urge to leap over the death to strangle Tyler just about as much as he was resisting the urge to run down the hallway, hunt down the Mountie, and make him eat his own Stetson.

[tyler_gone]

"Die?" Tyler asked, before going over to his closet and grabbing out a gym bag. "Here. Clothing that isn't pink. I'll leave so you can change."

[shiroi_tiger]

Actually, that had been exactly what Nathan was about to ask for. Okay, he hated Tyler substantially less right now as he reached for the bag.

"Thank you."

Fraser, however, was still a dead man.

[tyler_gone]

"Anytime," Tyler said, fighting a horrible urge to giggle. "Don't touch the plants, they're some message from Ino."

His expression conveyed that the TA was at least as mysterious to him as gremlin bites.

[shiroi_tiger]

Nathan was already ravaging the gym bag for its contents. Pants. Pants? Oh, sweet, beautiful pants.

"You've got the TA giving you flowers, now?" That earned a quirk of one eyebrow.

[tyler_gone]

"That's what I need, a more complicated sex life," Tyler said, before he thought about the wisdom of saying that to Nathan and winced. "I dunno. She stopped in Monday to ask about the zombies and somehow it turned into 'you can say anything with flowers!'. I gave her a challenge and she met it."

With a couple hundred bucks worth of plants, it looked like.

[shiroi_tiger]

He wasn't going to ask. He wasn't going to ask. He wasn't.

"What message are all of these supposed to convey, exactly?"

He asked.

[tyler_gone]

"Of course she didn't make it easy and leave a key," Tyler said, shrugging. "I have to hunt her down and ask."

[shiroi_tiger]

"Well, best of luck to you at that," Nathan decided. "Because I don't think I'm going to be hunting down anyone in our class until next week, when my contract requires that I have to."

...

"Which would work perfectly, if I hadn't signed up to supervise the dance tomorrow while I was... Out of sorts."

[tyler_gone]

Tyler looked stricken. "... I think I did too. Can Fraser enforce it if I signed Fred's name?"

[shiroi_tiger]

"Not if we kill him," Nathan added. Hopefully.

Please? Could they? It could be fun.

[tyler_gone]

"Arsenic in the coffee?" Tyler suggested.

It would be fun.

[shiroi_tiger]

"Too easy," Nathan decided. "He should probably suffer, first."

A pause for consideration.

"Gremlin venom overdose."

[tyler_gone]

"Let the punishment fit the crime," Tyler agreed, laughing.

[shiroi_tiger]

"He's a member of law enforcement," Nathan pointed out. "He ought to know that rule well enough."

First, they could tie him to a chair. And then they could bribe every gremlin they came across with promises of... whatever it was that gremlins liked. Aside from biting them. And then they would sit back and enjoy.