Room 507, Friday night [NFB]

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Nadia headed back to her room with Walter in tow.

It'd been weeks and no sign of whatever it was that the crazy doctor had wanted to do.

Life was good.

	Life would be better once he was feeling fully up to snuff, but Nadia's methods of nursing him had certain things going for them. He followed her to her room with his usual cautious glance to make sure that Furrball wasn't going to get any ideas about his ankles.
	As the two entered, someone pushed the door closed. "Guten tag."
	"Madre del--" Nadia cut the exclamation off and glared at Schrodinger. "What the hell are you doing in here?"
	"Collecting on a debt," Schrodinger said.
	Aw, crap. "I . . . don't know what you're talking about. . . ." Yeah, she really didn't expect that to work. But it was worth a shot.
	"And I'm Adolf Hitler's love child," Schrodinger said.
	Walter gave Schrodinger a less than friendly look. "What sort of debt lets you lurk in someone's room uninvited?"
	Schrodinger held up a small hand held remote. "This kind." He hit a button. And somewhere in Brazil, everyone's CD players started at the same time. Opera, orchestral music, tango, hard rock, German industrial, and what passed for popular music in Victorian Era England all mixing at the same time? Not so great.
	Nadia flinched, then blinked. "Um, oooookay,"
	Walter had expected... something. There'd been that feeling of "oh no, he's going to make us explode" or some such ridiculously dramatic thing. Instead... "So?"
	Schrodinger blinked and stared at the remote. "What the hell is wrong with this thing?" He thwapped it a few times before looking at it closely. "Oh. Wrong button." He hits another button.
	Nadia flinched back again, cringing. She had no idea Schrodinger's remote might be able to do, especially considering that his doctor friend had been able to stop what was happening to Walter.
	If Nadia was watching Walter and not Schrodinger, she might observe a slight flinching around his eyes. Or she might not. However, this time he had no challenging remark for Schrodinger.
	"That's better," Schrodinger said. "Here. Your debt." He held out a package.
	Nadia blinked and shot a quick glance back at Walter, then slowly held out her hands for the package. "What is this?"
	"Open it. Find out."
	Nadia hesitated for a moment, then steeled herself and opened the box. There was always the possibility that that doctor could undo what he'd done. And she wasn't about to risk that. She looked in, spotting a hypodermic needle, and an odd sort of contraption. One that was far too familiar. The red sun. She gasped, dropping the box and backing up sharply.
	Schro's hand shot out and snatched to box. "Careful now."
	At the same time, Walter's hand shot out, snatching the hypodermic out of the box. For a bare instant, something flinched across his face, then he turned in a single movement, his hand coming up, while he calmly said, "Terribly sorry about this."
	"Walter, break it! It's no good, just break it!"
	"I'm afraid I can't do that, Dave Nadia." He might not be fully recovered from his near death experience, but that would be hard to guess from the speed at which his hand moved, the needle aimed to catch Nadia in her side.
	"Yeah Nadia," Schrodinger said, grinning. "Nobody likes a deal breaker."
	"Wha--" Nadia felt the needle sink into her side and jerked back from Walter, stumbling into her desk.
	Schrodinger removed the device from the package and held it up. "Fun time," he said.
	Walter carefully returned the syringe to the now empty box, seemingly unconcerned by the device or Nadia's reaction.
	Nadia's grip tightened on the desk as the room seemed to bend away from her. She squeezed her eyes shut. "What did you do?"
	"I dunno. We're about to find out together. Friendship building exercise, right?"
	Nadia gasped as the dizziness worsened, and she started to sink to the floor. She raised her hands to her head as Walter and Schrodinger seemed to warp in front of her. "Dios,"
	Schrodinger glanced at the remote and hit the Walter button again. Because eh thought it might be fun.
	Again the flinch around the eyes, then Walter seemed to realize that things had changed since he and Nadia had first confronted Schrodinger. He shot the catboy a look that promised they'd talk another time and went to kneel by Nadia.
	Nadia wasn't entirely here, right now. As Walter approached, she shot to her feet, fist first, aiming a right hook to the base of his jaw.
	Walter grunted when his head snapped back. Later he might remember that he'd been hit much harder by someone much bigger, but right then he was a bit preoccupied by the explosion of white across his eyes.
	Back on her feet, Nadia spun a kick towards Walter's knee.
	Schrodinger smiled happily and aimed a video camera at Nadia and Walter. Always record.
	You can't really dodge what you can't see. Walter's leg went out from under him and the word out of his mouth likely wasn't fit for polite company.
	Nadia went for a pin, her hands going for Walter's neck.
	He'd lived through this treatment from a werewolf, but he'd also been in peak physical condition then. And Alucard had come and shot the werewolf's arm off. He really didn't want to hit Nadia, but being choked pushed aside the whole "you don't hit a girl and you really don't hit your girlfriend" thing. Which would be why he threw a wild swing up at her head.
	Ah. So he was fighting back, now. Nadia's head snapped back and she let go of Walter's neck. "Damned . . . stinking . . . filthy. . . ." She punched down at his temple.
	Turning his head to try to avoid the punch only meant that she punched him in the ear instead. Meaning he had ringing ears to add to the spots still dancing in front of his eyes. "Nadia!" He grabbed for her wrist before she could pull back to hit him again.
	Nadia felt his hand close around her wrist, but that just made her angrier. She didn't seem to hear him call her name. "Let go!" She twisted her arm around to try and break his grip, even as she punched down with her other hand.
	The problem for Walter being that he'd just lifted his head off the floor, causing his temple to collide with her fist and snapping his head back to thump against the floor. His hand slipped off her wrist before he brought his it up for an open handed slap. All he wanted was to snap her out of whatever fugue she was in.
	If that was all he had, then she must be winning. She took the slap, then punched down again. "Stay down, ogre!"
	Oh look, fireworks. The last punch caught him on the cheek. The same cheek he'd broken four months ago. The bits of metal holding his cheekbone together held, but it left Walter briefly stunned.
	Nadia paused, gasping, as the dizziness set in again for a moment. But she couldn't stop. She couldn't let the ogre out to get the other people. She looked around the room, then grabbed the thing by the arms and dragged it towards the dungeon closet. "I don't know how you got in here, but I will not let you hurt my friends."
	Walter wasn't mentally present enough to point out the irony of that statement. He was vaguely aware of motion, which earned an unintelligible complaint of some sort.
	Nadia considered bopping him on the head again, but she wasn't cruel. She lugged him to the closet, no easy task, that, and shoved him in, shutting the door firmly and locking it. Then she shoved a book into the crack in the door to stick it in place, too. That accomplished, she collapsed back, her hand going to her head again. The thing must have hit her harder than she thought--she was still really dizzy. Best go to bed, then. She flopped over on her bed, mindless of whether or not Schrodinger was still there, and passed out.

[ooc: preplayed with walter_n_wires and cat_in_the_box. no interaction available, though I suppose the roommie could come in and find Nadia asleep. OOC commentary is welcome

ETA That all three were there is fine for broadcast, but the events within, not so much. Sorry, I should have noted this earlier.]