See? Blood. In the milk container. In my creepy roommate’s milk container.
So, she’s gotta go, right?
I mean, this is like, a death threat, or a health code violation.
And the time has come for Carmilla to go.
Well, there’s no denying it’s a little odd.
Odd? That’s where you’re going with this?
How many people you know take Type-O with their Chokoa Crunch?
Okay, LaFontaine, you know you’re not here in an official capacity.
So, as Laura’s actual floor don—
[overlapping] Are you really gonna try and pretend this isn’t a total freak show?
We haven’t even given the roommate a chance to explain herself! For all we know it could be
some kind of, like, protein supplement.
For extreme hemoglobin deficiency?
You’re not helping.
I know you wanna pretend the weird here’s all Doctor Seuss, Perr, but in my world the alchemy club
press gangs test subjects in the caf.
As this floor’s... *unofficial* truth speaker, I’m gonna tell frosh she needs to wise up if she intends to survive.
Oh, see, surviving. Yes. I like that plan. And in order to do that, we need to get rid of Carmilla.
Well, it’s not that I don’t understand, but don’t you think you oughta talk to her first?
A lot of problems can be solved through good communication.
A lot of problems can also be solved by taking hair and blood samples to figure out
exactly what kind of freaky it is you’re dealing with.
[flustered] Oh, wow. Oh! That…okay, hmm.
I’m a bio major.
Okay, if you can’t help me, should I go to the Dean?
Well, that’s really not a good idea.
Yeah, better just handle this yourself.
By complaining to the Dean you’d probably just draw attention to yourself and you don’t want that.
They could stick you with someone much worse and you don’t wanna end up with some
draco-pyromaniac, you know?
I’m sorry, “draco pyro” what now? What’s that—
Besides, your old roommate will be back soon and then Carmilla will have to move out.
It’s a distinct possibility.
It’s what happened with all the other girls who disappeared.