When last we saw DebLei.....

~~~~~~Flashie-back to Shana's "Dramatic Moments"~~~~~~~

Signing quickly and handing the paper over, Deb found herself staring at the secretary again. He couldn't be from the clone machine... could he? A rescue? A refugee?
A former sex slave turned to office work?

Her reverie was broken when Shana stood, setting her boots down a little too hard on the trap door, sending a resonating clack through the floor. "Ya know... why don't you take her to her new flop, David. Give her a tour."

The secretary nodded. Got him out of filing, anyways.

Also standing, Deb smiled, but the smile quirked a bit when she realised, as the blue shirt clad man came around, he literally towered over her. Like by a foot. Maybe she would have to look into bigger boot heels...

Jael waited until the pair had left, David beginning to talk about all the different buildings, his voice bringing a mildly wanton smile to Deb's face as they walked down the hallway towards the exit.

******

Later that afternoo... ah! evening... David slipped out of the new Grrl's dorm room, shutting the door behind him and tucking his blue shirt back in. All the while, he was glancing about him nervously. If his boss caught him sneaking out of the dorms in the middle of the night, he'd surely be toast. He needed to make something up... something that would convince her not to kill him. What to say... 'I gave Deb the tour, just like you
said... then I took her back to her room... we talked.' Yeah... that's it. They talked. That was all the Dean needed to know. Giving a backwards glance at the grrl's door, David slipped around the corner and out of sight, silently hoping Deb hadn't hurt herself when her head accidentally slammed into the headboard when they were...

No, it's best not to think about it, he told himself. I'll ask her tomorrow if she's okay.

*******

Sometime after David left the Grrl, she awoke lying upon her bed. Staring up at the mirrored ceiling with blurry eyes, she wonder who she was and where she was. Then her
eyes fell upon the Yoda figurine from her collection of Star Wars action figures. It was the last thing she saw before blacking out.

~~~~~~End flashie-back~~~~~~

Back in the Present...

Somewhere in the greater world of HSU, General Obi-Wan Kenobi was herding his HOs, the Wench Dande and a few others into buses and preparing to go off on what promised to be a road trip of epic preportions. None of them seemed to notice or even care that one of their ranks was missing... especially since she'd been missing since the day she arrived. Sometime ago, the General had been aware that one of the new Grrls had failed to make her introductory appointment, but even that thought had been swept aside by the many confusing goings on at the college... especially that whole Anakin fiasco.

The Grrl herself didn't not care if she was missing or not. In fact, she didn't realize she was missing. As the bus pulled away from the gates of HSU, the Grrl formerly known as DebLei watched them go from the window of her dorm room.

"Goooood! Gone they are. A danger they were." she muttered in a slightly Yoda-ish voice. She turned away from the window and stared about the room. In the few short months she'd been there, the room had been completely transformed from the luxurious senior pad to a dank and desolate swamp. Plants and vines had over come the walls and furniture, and a constantly running shower filled the room with a murky steam. "Hide from them I had to," she continued her murmurings, her voice cracking with the insanity of someone who has lost all contact with the real world. "Find me the emperor must not.
Last bastion of the Jedi am I."

So saying, the Grrl wrapped herself in a dirty gray robe and picked up her gimmer stick. Finding a corner, she concealed herself in a tangle of vines and leaves... and waited.

*******

Certain the occupants of the university were truly gone, "Yoda" padded around the various rooms in search of food. In Kendra's room, she found a case of Nutella. Opening
a jar, she dipped in her finger, then made a face as she examined the chocolatey substance as it dripped from the digit. Then she sniffed it, making loud sniffing sounds.
After a careful inspection, "Yoda" popped the chocolate-covered finger into her mouth.

Spitting and spluttering, she spit out the offensive concoction. "How get they so big by eating food of this sort?" croaked the false-Yoda.

Grumbling like a little old man, she padded out of the grrl's dorm room, tapping her gimmer stick impatiently as she went.

Outside, she surveyed the gardens and landscaping, looking for things she could possibly brew into a stew.

Then "Yoda" stumbled upon the parking area which housed the General's prize motorcycle. Her eyes fell upon the shiney Triumph and an awed "Ooooo" escaped her lips. "Mine!" she said in the Yoda-voice. Hustling over to it, she climbed on and started up the bike.

******

The End for now