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Video: When Props Attack

[The communicator comes on with the sound of a hard crack, like the buttons are being smacked instead of pushed. The communicator bounces with the force of the blow.

On the screen, Narvin is looking wild-eyed and hair askew. He swears in Gallifreyan and runs a frustrated hand over his head.

Well, now that the communicator is on, he might as well explain.]

One of those vile pests has got into my room. If there's an exterminator around, I would pay good emeralds to see the blasted thing put out of my misery. I last saw it disguising itself as a communicator, but where or what it is now...

[He scans the room, sees something moving out of the corner of his eye.]

No don't--! [And runs off chasing after the Prop, communicator still on, but left on the table.]

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He can hardly make the situation worse. At this point, I'll try anything.

[Even letting an animal in his room.]

I'll bring him over, then. Where can I find you?

[He's already walking, Rex following along behind him.]

[There's a very long pause as Narvin goes on a run around with Visscher trying to chase down his underwear.]

I'm on the highest floor reserved for guests. The...item...creature has escaped, but it must still be on the floor somewhere. If we can track it down we may be able to stop it once and for all.

...

Watch out for the Andorian, he's not feeling well disposed towards Gallifreyanoid life forms right now.

[Boone waits patiently enough, but grunts when he hears the prop has escaped. It'll be a lot harder to find it now. He's arrived at the resort in the time it took for Narvin to get back to his communicator, so all he has to do is head up.]

Better hope Rex can sniff it out. What'd it look like when you last saw it?

[And avoid the Andorian, got it.]

It looked like...

[Narvin clenches his fists for a brief moment. This is the worst.]

...my underclothes. Long pants, white fabric, tiestring close. They were running towards the east end of the hallway.

[He raises an eyebrow slightly, but he doesn't laugh. He doesn't even smile. Sure, it's pretty ridiculous, but Narvin clearly doesn't find it funny and Boone doesn't want to embarrass him any more than he already is.]

I'll head there first. You still looking?

[He's almost there now, and he pulls Maria out incase he spots it. He's not sure what shooting a pair of underwear will do, but he guesses they'll find out.]

[Narvin is grateful Boone doesn't laugh. He doesn't say so, because he doesn't express gratitude well, but he is thankful that Boone is letting him save face in as much as Narvin is able under the circumstances.]

I am. It might have changed form by now, but if it hasn't, shoot on sight.

And if it has...then keep your eyes open for something that moves that shouldn't be moving.

I can do that. Hold on, I'm almost there.

[He ends the video as he reaches the top floor, Rex at his side. There's not a lot that Boone misses when it comes to looking for things, but he knows what he doesn't spot, the cyberdog will. He doesn't see any loose underwear for the moment, but he does see Narvin. He approaches him slowly, eyes still on his surroundings.]

Any chance it got into another room?

Possible, but I'm hoping it hasn't yet. Few people have gone in or out of their rooms since it escaped, so unless it can transform into something small enough to slip under the doors, it's probably still somewhere out in the corridors.

[Narvin surveys the area, looking for stray underwear. Or anything else out of place. There's a sitting nook halfway down the hall, with chairs and a little table with a bouquet of flowers in a vase and complimentary resort stationary and a few pens. And to the right is a vending machine for small toiletries and snacks. Suddenly the hallway that he'd previously thought of as empty seemed to have all kinds of things a Prop might hide itself as. ]

Better hope people keep their doors shut, then.

[Boone heads towards the table and chairs first, prodding the flowers and nudging the chairs with his foot. He doesn't want to be looking for stray underwear if the prop has turned into something else by now, so it's better to just check these now and get it out of the way.]

[The chairs stay put, but one of the flower vases bounces off the table and takes off at a rapid clip down the hallway.

Well, Narvin thinks, at least it doesn't look like his underwear any more.]

[And at least a vase can't get underneath a door. Boone goes to shoot it, but Rex is barking and tearing off down the hallway after the prop, and Boone doesn't want to hit the cyberdog by accident. He runs after them instead, but then the prop turns in the completely opposite direction, shoots through Boone's legs, and he has to quickly flatten himself against the wall before Rex bowls him over, still snarling as he chases the vase.

When the prop hides under the table, Rex completely destroys it and the chairs in his haste to get at it. The prop escapes, and Rex drags the table and chairs out with him as he follows. He's starting to wonder if bringing Rex wasn't such a brilliant idea, but it does seem as though he's nearly caught the thing a couple of times.]

[Narvin's eyes widen as Rex tears after the Prop. Well...the robot janitors would have something to do today.

He glances around to make sure one of Jeffers' android extensions isn't about. It was destruction for a good cause, not idle vandalism, but he isn't sure Jeffers would see it that way.]

[Boone follows after Rex, they round a corner, and there's the sound of a scuffle. There's a crash, and then a pair of shades comes back into view. Rex rushes forward, finally grabs them, and crushes them between his jaws. When Boone comes back into view, his own shades are askew.]

Didn't know they could jump that high.

[Seeing the bits of glass on the floor by Rex, he heads over and shushes him out of the way. When he prods the pieces with his foot, nothing happens.]

...Is it dead?

[It seems that way, but he's still paranoid that one of the pieces will suddenly get up and run down the hall again.]

[Narvin kneels on the ground, subtly sniffs the air, touches a few small specks of what might be alien blood on the floor.]

Yes, I think it's dead.

[He looks at Rex, vaguely aware that you're supposed to praise dogs when they do what they're supposed to, but Narvin isn't experienced with animals--at least not animals that don't have their own governments and economies.

He clears his throat awkwardly.]

...Well done, Rex.

[Boone is better about the praise, scratching behind Rex's ears before pulling something out of his pocket and feeding it to him. The cyberdog chews it happily enough, but can't swallow it so leaves the chewed up mess on the floor when he's done.]

Well, that's one dead. Doubt we made a dent in the numbers here but it's still one less to worry about.

[Narvin's mouth twists in disgust at the mashed up dog treat that was spat on the floor. Well, one more bit for the androids to clean.]

I shall count each death as a victory.

We'd better leave the area before a resort bot arrives.

Yeah, probably.

[He turns to head back the way he came, unsure if Narvin is going back to his room or not but figuring he'd better get back to patrolling.]

Let me know if you see any others. Might be worth getting a hound to like you so it can chase them for you.

I don't think I'm cut out for a pet. Too unpredictable. Too...hairy.

[Narvin isn't comfortable around animals. Rex is somewhat better than most because at least he's half machine. But Narvin's idea of a dog is one that's really a robot, like K9.]

[Boone just shrugs. He likes animals well enough. Not the ones that try to kill you, but the ones that will sit around and let you talk to them and lick your face when you're having a bad day. Having hair around the house is a small price to pay for a little company.]

Your choice. Hopefully someone will figure out a way to deal with these things soon, so we're not stuck destroying hallways trying to catch them.

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