Video: When Props Attack

[timesbureaucrat]

[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.]

Comments

[thumbsdown]

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.

[timesbureaucrat]

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.]

[thumbsdown]

[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.