Chasing plot bunnies

I don't understand how my brain works sometimes. I finish a huge writing assignment and what does my brain decide I should do? Write. Okay, it's writing fanfiction, which is quite different than a research proposal or academic paper, but still, writing to unwind from writing seems a bit bizarre. Maybe the plot bunnies finally got sick of being cooped up. Goodness knows this particular one has been scampering about for a long time.

( X series ficcage. Somewhat clichéd premise and very much incomplete. )

(no subject)

Signs posted all over the U's biomedical library: "All Personal Items Left Unattended Will Be Turned Into Campus Police."

*envisions library workers wandering about with magic wands, tapping unattended backpacks and transforming them into security guards*