Gregory
It *Stunk*, utterly and completely. Lucifer couldn't even put his finger on what the smell even was apart from simply 'fucking disgusting' and it was driving him to insanity.

He'd awoken that morning before his alarm usually rattled him awake, jolted from his dreams by the noxious stench that had crawled its way under his door and to his nose and immediately it had been unbearable. He'd rolled into whatever clothes he had pawed off of the ground, shoved his feet into his beaten docs and hadn't even attempted to fix his hair or button his shirt correctly, looking less like his usual, kind-of decently dressed weirdo, and more like a poster boy for any drunk college student with the winced expression and groggy temperament to match.

He'd spent the last 4 hours attempting to hunt the offensive odour down and eventually, he had narrowed down the smell to the common room on the second floor, calling Hydne out to assist in the visual aid of looking, but it wasn't truly helping at all. They let out a 'murr' of discontent from the sofa arm as Luce lifted up yet another pillow for inspection at the other end, frowning and throwing it towards their bird who went down with a squawk of discontent and feathers, vanishing and appearing back on his shoulder with impressive avian ire

"You're really not all that helpful you know, we would be back in bed asleep a lot faster if you could be bothered to help me"
Another disgruntled 'murr' was all the verbal response he got, but Hydne finally assisted in keeping their gaze on the task at hand.
Luce paused in his search, pulling the middle of his gaudy pink shirt up to his face for a tentative sniff before dropping it again. Definitely not him, maybe a little sweaty from running around the room, but definitely **Not** Him.
"I'm starting to think we've gone mad"
Joseph
The smell was terrible. Exhausting, even. Mimir had opened the window in her dorm, she re-washed her sheets, rug, and squishmallows at least twice, but it would *Not* Leave. She stands in the middle of her room, a pink silk bandanda tied over the bottom half of her face to try and dull the smell as much as possible. It was repulsive, and she was tired of it.

She pulls on some shoes and her sweater, leaving the bandana on as she turns to her door, pulling on a pair of gloves. She needed to get out of this room, maybe the smell would be dispersed in the hallways or on other floors. The cloth on her face was helping, but not enough. Mimir wanders the halls, trying to figure out where the smell increases and decreases, only to find herself in its center - the common room.

They stop in the doorway, eyes spotting Lucifer immediately. They shift, a hand setting itself on their hip as they watch the guy scramble around, searching under any and every surface for... Something. They tip their head to the side, unsure of what the purpose of this was for. The bird was peculiar too — did they even allow pet birds here?

"Yeah, gone mad would be a great way to explain it," Mimir finally speaks, taking another step into the room, "What are you even looking for?" Its voice is flat, eyes unmoving from Lucifer despite the state the common room was in. Maybe he had just lost something, but he looked awfully too sweaty for something so normal.
Gregory
Lucifer let out a small noise at the voice that spoke up behind him, a mixture of surprise and indignancy as he let the pillow in his hand drop back onto the sofa, not bothering to straighten the fabric to its usual position and leaving it, much like the rest of the room, in utter disarray.

He huffed tiredly, bringing up one arm to push back the silvery locks that had fallen into his face but immediately grimacing at the slight dampness of it, face reddening slightly in embarrassment at his messy state. He turned then towards the newcomer, offering out a hand for his companion to hop up onto and shimmy over onto his shoulder, where it watched Mimir with a keen gaze, both sets of eyes now focused towards her.

The first thing he noticed was the proof that the smell wasn't just his imagination; a bandana was wrapped tightly around their face, keeping out the worst of the stench; the second he noted was that despite the mid-morning hour, she was dressed impeccably as usual, not a hair out of place or a buckle undone, he really had to ask her how she tames her hair, his own always falling somewhere in between rat nest and 'poofy'

"Trying to find that smell- it, uh, it has really been grating my nerves, woke me up hours ago, but, well, I can't find it- but I swear it's here!"
He waved a hand vaguely around him before turning his attention back to them.

"I thought something had crawled into my room and died, made me really worried, but... No, it's definitely here- it's not you, is it?"
The words were followed by a small, unattractive snort, the sarcastic tone revealing it was joking, not serious.
Joseph
Mimir looks Lucifer up and down — not to check him out, just to asses what she's dealing with. Nothing impressive, that's for sure, but the bird... That was strange. She would ask about it, but she was more confused by the boy's general aura of distress and sweat. As his face reddens, hers stays unchanged, for better or for worse.

She knows she's dressed well. Confidence radiates off Mimir in waves, as per usual, and she shakes her head. Was there even a source to this smell? With all the strange happenings around here, she suspects it wasn't coming from anything but a bad vibe, summoned by a spot on the floor that disappeared a week ago. 

*It's not you, is it?* The words were a joke, but they landed more like an insult, reminding her of times and places before this. Mimir visibly tenses, their posture straightening up a bit as they glare daggers at Lucifer.

"What in the fresh hell would give you that idea?" They take another step into the room, leaning on a couch.

"Do I *Look* Like I smell? Maybe it's the bird with you, hm?"