[VIDEO;]

[The camera is trained on a table. On the table is a carton of eggs, a pile of newspapers, some plastic cups, some bubble wrap, several rolls of several kinds of tape; scissors, packing peanuts (the biodegradable sort, of course,) a few cans and plastic canisters, cardboard tubes from toilet paper rolls, paper towels, some twine, some fishing line, a few distressingly-shaped surgical implements, clamps, cotton balls, and a number of other assorted items. And a half-full bottle of Elmer's glue, because half-full bottles of Elmer's glue always turn up when you get this kind of junk together. Something inaudible is muttered and the picture sways a little before moving in-- not zooming, because this is not that kind of nice camerawork, but physically moving closer-- to the carton of eggs. After another moment it pulls back and wobbles up, to show Allison Cameron standing with her hands on her hips, looking firm, measured, and totally in control.]

This exercise was designed for the staff of City General, but if anyone else wants to try their hand you're welcome to join us. [She smiles coolly.] We have plenty of supplies.

[She leans over slightly and picks up the box of eggs.]

Your task today is to design a container that will hold and protect one ordinary egg, keeping it from breaking when the container is dropped. You'll have three hours to design and build your boxes. Once everyone has finished, they'll be dropped from successively greater heights-- first five feet, then ten, and subsequently from the windows of the hospital, on different floors. The egg that survives the longest-- from the highest drop, that is-- is the winner.

Supplies are in the third floor lounge. I encourage you to work in pairs.

[She smiles, a tight and authoritative little curve of her lips. Whoever she has roped into filming this deserves an award for putting up with the (mostly) curse-induced craziness.]

There will be a prize for the winner. Good luck.



[ooc; sob please pretend this was earlier, inspiration didn't hit me til now ;_; feel free to either WTF at her or play along. If people actually want to COMPETE, I will... idk flip a coin or roll a die or something, she will indeed give the winner a small prize.]

[VIDEO;]

[The camera shakes a little, coming in and out of focus as she trains it on the bottom of a door. Small, pale tendrils are starting to creep through underneath it. The picture is jostled again as one foot stomps down on the little feelers... When she moves back again they're gone, crushed into a thick, gelatinous paste on the tile floor. From the other side of the door comes a menacing, deep noise that almost sounds like...

Quacking, actually. It sounds like quacking.

Cameron sighs, sounding surprisingly not terrified.]

I think my leftovers are trying to kill me.

[voice;]

[For a moment there is nothing but quiet panting, someone trying to catch their breath. When she speaks it's in a low tone, stumbling over words. She's clearly just this side of a full panic.]

I figured I'd be fine as long as I just stayed in today, but I guess someone figured out I was at home. Every now and then I can-- [She pauses, and if you listen closely you can hear a heavy pounding in the background.] Can hear them trying to get in. I keep hoping they'll get bored and give up on me but so far...

[Cameron laughs quietly, obviously on edge.]

Midnight can't come quick enough... and it's not even Halloween yet. Can't wait to see what that brings....





[ooc; IT'S A TRAP. come and save her, she will try to eat you, and given that she's been taking self-defense lessons she might have more of a shot than otherwise expected >D If you are okay with being bitten/eaten/killed and tossed in the fridge for later munching, please to let me know ♥ ALSO PLEASE FORGIVE LATE POSTING I HAD A TEST. SOB.]

[AUDIO;]

[There's a heavy pounding sound in the background of this post, as of something throwing itself against a shut door. Cameron is breathing heavily before she starts speaking.]

Ohmygod... There is-- something in my bathroom--

[CRASH! Splintering wood! Mayhem! Catastrophe! Sound effects! Cameron screams, and you can hear some very hurried footsteps and fumbling as she manages to shut the recording off on her way out of the apartment.]


[ooc; haa, if anyone wants to come help her out feel free |D otherwise she will just runnnnn. And, all replies will be voice if i forget to make note of it, unless otherwise marked ♥ ♥]