Remi was on the prowl.

She had checked the obvious places, to no avail. Locker rooms. Hallways. Behind the production crates. Underneath a staircase. At one point she was reasonably certain she'd found Dyson, only to discover it was a very confused janitor trying to eat his lunch. She had nearly given up hope when she spots a maintenance closet. Her eyes narrow immediately. Remi marches over confidently and yanks the door open.

"AHA!" She points triumphantly. "There you are!"

And there was Dyson, just chilling. Probably wanting to be left the fuck alone to be honest, but Remi doesn't care. She folds her arms. "You know, fae like to stay hidden. Just saying." Then she looks at his battered countenance. The smugness immediately fades. ".....Wow."

She winces. "You look like shit."

A beat.

"Like genuinely."

For a brief moment she just stands there looking concerned, then crouches down and reaches for his face. Samael recoils. "Hold still!" She reaches again. He leans away. She tries again, he sidesteps. "Get back here!"

Another reach, another dodge. At this point, Remi is committed. "I'm trying to be NICE."

She lunges and he ducks. A mop crashes to the floor, a bucket starts rolling. Neither of them notices until it's too late. The next thing either of them knows they're losing their footing.

CRASH!

They tumble out of the closet in a tangle of cleaning supplies and bodies. Remi lands sprawled on his chest, straddling him. She immediately sits up and starts pulling something out of her pocket.

A ref leaps out from behind some folding chairs and drops beside them.

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Remi boots him in the head. "NO! I'm not done here! Anyway..." She yanks the book out!

THE POCKET GUIDE TO DIAGNOSING AMNESIA

She stares at it a second. "No, not that one. I forgot that was in there." She stuffs in back in, reaching into her other one to produce:

A PRACTICAL GUIDE TO INCUBI

She waves it at him. "The male version of a succubus." She opens it as the ref stirs, lifting his hand again... only to receive another boot by Remi. "Let's see here... Incubi are known for manipulation and appearing where they aren't wanted..." She glances at him. "Okay that tracks." She reads on. "... and often visit people while they are sleeping-You do seem like somebody who would emerge from under a bed- and try to impreg....."

She suddenly stops. Looks down at her current position. Scoots forward a few inches. "... Moving on." She turns the page and scans it, before suddenly thumping it down onto his chest. "I don't buy it... I still think you're fae."

The poor ref who at this point has crawled out of the reach of Remi's leg, tentatively taps his hand on the ground again.







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