Room 038 [Video] (Backdated to PSYCH-UP FRIDAY)

[no_ufo_ending]

_{[The feed flickers on and the camera shakes wildly before it rounds on a shirtless and wide-eyed Henry Townshend. The only thing behind him is an abundance of evening sky. He is on the roof.]}

I'm going to do it. I'm finally going to do it, are you ready? I'm gonna catch Fat Stanley.

_{[The camera whips around to show a flock of Pidove foraging peacefully in the neighbor's yard below. Sure enough, one of them is rather fat.]}

He has no idea. He's been evading us for a year he thinks he's so great well he's got another thing coming!

<sub>[He gingerly puts his 'gear down on the roof and angles it where he thinks the Pidove flock is. Sadly, they're cut off from view. The last thing the camera films is one Henry Townshend running along the edge of the roof full tilt and disappearing over the edge of it with a wild war yell.]

[The feed eventually times out.]


[Any video responses will come the following day.]</sub>


[ACTION FOR SHARKHOUSE the following day.]

_{[Henry sulks on the sofa and frowns blearily at the television. He is full of two different kinds of pain medicine and his foot is in a cast already lovingly decorated with names and messages from his housemates. He did not catch Fat Stanley.]}

Comments

[exeggutorhead]

It's not on fire!

[He shouts this indignantly in Henry's direction, but then Heather's already in there to check.]

[The thing he'd been 'oh'-ing about is pretty obvious. He hadn't even gotten to the stove part yet. The ingredients are all still in the mixing bowl, and...well.]

[Envy appears to have made some kind of horrible, flour-y playdoh. Where he was stirring it, it looks remarkably like some kind of blob-monster is rising out of the middle of the stuff and just...not sinking back down. He gives Heather a look of helpless, really kind of embarrassed alarm.]

...it's not supposed to look like that.

[no_ufo_ending]

_{[Henry watches Heather race by...in the wrong direction. SOME RESCUE. He finally sits up and turns so that his feet are on the floor more or less. Number 21/21 is taking no chances, he is already reaching for his crutch.]}

Heather, don't be a hero!

[foolishwren]

<sub>[She looks down at the bowl and the atrocity growing out of it.]




[Then she takes it from him.]

[And turns right around to walk back into the living room.]</sub>

Henry, get a load of this.

[exeggutorhead]

Wh--hey!

[Envy comes out of the kitchen after her, even though it's already too late to stop her from showing Henry. He still tries to reach around and grab the bowl back.]

You're awful!

[no_ufo_ending]

<sub>[When he sees no smoke trailing from the bowl, he relaxes. And then he grows curious because it's time to play Just How Badly did Envy Fuck Up? You can play along at home!]

[He leans to look into the bowl and a SNORT rips its way out of him. He covers his mouth but it's too late.]</sub>

Oh.

[foolishwren]

_{[NOPE. Envy's not getting it back. She's not done being awful yet. She leans away from him, holding the bowl out of reach.]}

Now we get to play the 'How did this happen' game.

Henry, how do YOU think this happened?

Not enough water? Too much stirring?

[exeggutorhead]

Come onnn.

And what do you mean, too much stirring? How can you stir too much, it's just mixing.

[no_ufo_ending]

_{[Henry pantomimes adjusting his glasses as he leans closer to inspect the bowl.]}

I think you're missing an egg. Or three.

[foolishwren]

_{[Heather, in turn, pantomimes holding a microphone out to Envy. Deliberately bumping his chin with her fist in the process to make it even more annoying.]}

ENVY, tell us! Is his guess correct?

Are you, in fact, missing an egg? Or three?