The lamp! What else were you expecting?

A golden lamp had bounced right off of her book, and proceeded to clatter against the nearest stepping stone laid in the grass, forming a pathway from the patio to the oak tree, once it had fallen off the book. It gleamed innocently in the sunlight.

Rubbing her sore nose and glaring at the Lamp with watery eyes, Mira grumbled. "Frickin' thing is lucky it didn't break my nose...then I'd take a hammer and see how it liked..."

The Lamp wobbled on the ground, emitting aura of threat for a split second. Mira shivered and put her pleated violet and black skirt back over her thighs. "...Markus?" She called, not taking her eyes off the Lamp. "Is this a weird prank of yours? Is there like a motor in the Lamp?" She reached down, brushing her hand against the lamp as she examined it. This seemed to make it wobble more, and she quickly straightened up.

"Markus!" She stood and looked around the backyard, then at the window. No nerdy-hunky roommate. "I'm gonna break this thing if you don't — Eep!"

A tentacle of hazy smoke had snagged Mira's bare ankle. For a second, she wondered if she'd actually fallen asleep and this was a continuation of her earlier dream. Then more tentacles grabbed her limbs. "Mark— Hurmph!?" One covered her mouth.

Markus blinked, hearing her, and looking out the window. "Mira!?" he asked, not at all sure what he was seeing. He then acted, throwing the window open, knocking the scree out, and clambering out, deciding that exiting via the front door was too time consuming, seeing his roommate and friend was currently being assaulted by... Something, hell if HE knew what!