Dib repelled down from the roof of the dorm, and climbed in the window. Since Zim had divided their room in half, he had had to find a way in that didn't include using the door.

He slumped on his bed and pulled out his laptop, trying to get some work done. It was very hard, with that big pink wall staring him down.

Something had to be done. Zim was in his room, and Dib hadn't made an assault yet. Something had to be done.

Dib sat in his dorm, putting away the engine he’d built in applied studies. The science was old and outdated, but that was all the more reason for him to be proud. It had taken him the better part of the summer to design and construct it, without the benefit of most of his usual futuristic tools. Now, as he filled the trunk with packing peanuts so he could put the machine in, he felt a strange sensation.

He was smiling. Dib liked it here at Fandom High. He really liked it here.

[OOC: Locked to the new roomie.]

Dib flopped onto his bed, exhausted after his Ninja-ing class. It felt good to work hard, even if he was somewhat horribly bruised. He liked it a lot here at Fandom. He didn't know what it was about this place, but he felt safer, more secure here. Sure, he could point out wonderful things everywhere: the school taught magic and explosives, the food was meant for consumption by sentient beings, and witches and aliens openly walked the halls without much fuss at all. Yet, back home, his luck was terrible, and it seemed that if something was capable of going wrong, it generally would. Here, things worked. He didn't get hit by seemingly innocuous objects. People did not generally seem to have a straightjacket or other restraining device on hand.

Dib yawned. Ninjaing class had taken a lot out of him, and the weather was so welcoming. He fell asleep right there, and promptly started dreaming. He remembered ( what had made him leave. )

OOC: The only reason this would be NFB would be if the squirrels can't read his dreams. But if they have developed that very scary ability, then this is all fair game.

"Hello, you've reached Dib's phone. To leave information on recent spooky paranormal activities, press one, then be as detailed as you can, because I'll need all the information I can before responding to the situation!
Oh, and for messages about anything else, go ahead and press two."

*Beep!*