Pax was trolling the hallway, his stomach had incouraged him to finally put down his controller and search out sustenance of some sort. He had managed to find his way to the cafeteria, but, seeing as it was Wednesday, there wasn't much edible down there. He idly ran a hand through his hair, tugging his plaid pajama bottoms up a little further.

Then he heard the voice of an angel, and was immediately swept up in the words from her prophetic mouth . . .

" The Flood is spreading. If we activate Halo's defenses, we can wipe them out."

Forgetting about finding his room, the green-eyed boy popped his head through the girl's doorway. She was reciting one of his all-time favourite games, and this was an opportunity not to be passed up. They might be able to have link parties . . .

"Oi! Girly! Ye got some room fer a bloke on yer team? Or be this a solo-type mission?"

" About ten? Or... is this the tenth time... Uh... I can't remember, somewhere along those lines."

Pax nodded, still looking at the screen. This game was so good, it didn't matter how often you played it. That was what was great about random encounter plots.

"Aye, same here, at least I think s - oi!"

" Sorry 'bout that, don't lose focus now."

The green-eyed boy fell over, dropping his controller in an ungainly and unscheduled make-out session with the floor. Letting out a yowl like an offended cat, as he scrambled back into an upright position. Most people would go for the return push, but not Pax. He dove to retrieve his controller.

"Don't die baby! I'll save you!"

Pax immediately transformed into Agent Teamkiller, and turned to open fire on Ryoko's little man, using the rocket launcher he had already selected.

"Allright girly, ye're goin down now!"