[OOC: As the new custodian of the Lockheed NPC (thank you, phasesofkitty for entrusting him to me), I'm going to be taking him out for a PC spin on a somewhat regular basis. Feel free to interact with him, even if you can't understand what he's saying. Which, you know, you won't be able to unless you understand Dragon. It'll be a fun writing exercise for me.]

Lockheed had snuck out of Room 141 carrying something. He felt that The Tick was a little too focused on silly things. Wooden dolls. Gadgets that didn't work. And this thing. It was a hat made out of marshmallows. How weird is that? Who would have such a thing? Lockheed shook his head as he flew down the hall to the lobby.

If he was going to take care of The Tick, he was going to do it with tough love. The hat had to go. While Tick was elsewhere, probably preparing tomorrow's class on the roof or something, Lockheed would be in the lobby, sharing the hat with anyone who passed by. He snickered a little as he settled into a chair. And then he ate a Peep.