[h1][color=dodgerblue]Za͘c̡h̀a̛ria͠h B̸a̛l̕e̡[/color][/h1]
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Bit of time passed. After Zach was well and satisfied with the impressions he left on the folks in the library, with his not-that-great-but-not-that-poor-either dance maneuvers, he decided to return to his meat anchor.

His body, that is.

He decided to skip the whole wiring thing and just stroll on into the dormitory wing as casually as possible. Still in his specter form, which had dulled quite a bit in brightness given his time outside, he proceeded through the entrance and down the halls, leading up to his room. Once he was relatively nearby, he happily jumped into a nearby wall socket and winded his way back into room 139's bathroom. Good thing the school maintenance staff had the decency to label all the wires with corresponding numbers or else he'd be lost as hell. After a moment, he emerged from the bathroom socket, aaaaaand... no body. He floated there for a moment, confused. He looked down to see his usual clothes were still present, yet his Nomex-clad organic form was not.

At that point, Zach heard two folks talking outside the bathroom, in the dorm. And he sort of theorized that his new buddy Mason had arrived in the dorm, found his body, deduced he was dead as fuck, and got a new roommate. Although that left one question. How'd they get in the bathroom? Door was still intact.

Oh, well.

Zach floated through the open bathroom passage and turned to see Mason and, that, one other guy from the cafeteria. With the hair. And the... and the hair, both standing over his intact body, neatly laid out on one of the beds. Oh, here we go.

[color=dodgerblue]"H͟e͟y.̧ Àss̵h͡ole͞s."[/color] The specter announced in the friendliest-sounding way he could, [color=dodgerblue]"F̕úc͠k͞ yơu ḑòin͏g͝ w҉ith̡ m̨y b͞o̸dy?̵"[/color]