Reply With Quote:: Day One: Down the Rabbit Hole?::
:: Sunday March 10th, 2013::
:: Time: 8:26::
Marina woke at 4:00 to find herself wet and naked in a bathtub, she quickly wrapped herself in the comforter and went back to sleep on the cold floor. The important thing was that she was human again yet she could still remember everything and the circumstances made it hard to deny she left the bathroom wrapped in just a blanket.
Erin had no idea where she was or what she was doing when she woke up. She heard the tapping of keys as consciousness slowly returned to her. Sun hit her eyes as she opened them and groaned, rolling over and spilling the laptop onto the floor with a loud bang as it hit. This bolted Erin out of bed as she looked at the laptop in panic. "How'd I get here?" She asked no one in particular. "I'm sorry..." She said and scooped up the computer, setting it down on a coffee table. "thank god for being out dated and pretty rididly built..." She said looking at it. There wasn't any noticible damage to the the computer and it was still on which was good.
Eventually after some twisted dreams of people being thrown into vats of acid and the like, Jezelle's consciousness came about and she barely opened her eyes before shutting them again and letting out a small groan.
Did she really have to get up? She knew she'd get restless very fast and the day wasn't going to mysteriously disappear because she wanted it to, but did she really have to deal with what was to come? If it had of all been a dream she would have woken up at home, not Trevor's guest room, so there was clearly going to be a water-based Marina and two computer-talkers in the house.
She wasn't even going to get started about what might have happened in hours of sleep, she was just going to take that not being woken up by screaming or anything as a good omen.
Still, maybe it'd be a good idea to get up and prepare herself... but the bed was awfully comfy and ignorance truly was bliss... the day couldn't possibly get any better so why would it be a good idea to rise to it?
Jezelle just grumbled again and rolled around in bed, closing her eyes tighter in defiance.
Though she did end up throwing herself out of bed in the end in frustration, marching off to the shower in a grumpy mood, almost daring the day to proceed with its inevitable decline as she shut the door and started up the shower.
Meanwhile, Jezelle persisted in rolling around in bed in defiance every now and then, the restlessness kept slowly creeping up.[d]
Gorging oneself on meat had the unfortunate effect of leaving your stomach feeling uncomfortably bloated. The first thing he had done when he turned in was lock the door. The second was strip down to his boxer. The third was to attack his food. Hell.. he didn't even know why he ordered the damn food in the first place. Aside from the fact that he... craved the protein at the time. Now he just felt sick. With Marina taking up residence in the tub, he really couldn't head to the bathroom, and he didn't feel up to heading up the stair, so he just curled up under his covers and hoped it would pass.
Somewhere between shuffling for the most comfortable spot and trying hard not to think about that fact that a living puddle and two tech whisperers were in his house for the night, he fell asleep. At least... he told himself so. It was like a lucid dream. Just one with no control at all. Almost out of body. But still enough that every unnatural thing that was happening to it was still tactile. Still connected mind to body.
He didn't cry out. Partly because restrianed expression was his means of coping. Partly because he could hardly get enough air to breath, much less was waste it on an outburst. He tried his best not to writhe as bones creacked and popped; some realigning to new positions, others streaching or contracting, all new growths forming in some places. Skin and flesh rippled and roiled, and a slow dusting of fur followed, that in turn thicked into a full coating. A tail slowly grow out as his innards burned.
In all honestly, he lost most coherentness through out it, and was likely slipping in and out of consciousness. But the time came when he openned his eyes and it was different. His room tended towards gloom. He liked it that way. But this time... it was bright. Well, clear. He realized it was still dark, but he could see as if it weren't. He could smell things... All sorts of things. He fliched as someone moved upstairs, the noise far clearer than before. He didn't move from the spot though. He just curled into a ball and started up his mental mantra again. There wasn't a living puddle in his bathroom. There weren't tech whispers upstairs. He was still normal.
Meanwhile Alex woke up in the study, where he had to go as the rest of the places were taking. Figuring out the wave where were no radio stations on the wave he chosen, he ensured himself a quiet night. Stretching in the bed Alex slowly opened his eyes and yawned. The last night was weird... He focused on his mind and tried to change frequency again, to see if the past time was a dream. Hearing the voice of news teller he sighed. It wasn't a dream. He slightly got up and suddenly stopped. What did he see was something... Weird.
Well, he saw himself being full of fur, having a tail and weird cat paws. He quickly ran his paws through his head (the hand paws) and confirmed his last suspicious thought - his head was a cathead. Yeah.
Alex slowly got up from bed and searched the study for a mirror, and when he found one, he sighed as he realised that this did indeed happen to him. Now... What next? He had no idea how to react on this one. On the one hand, it was his dream for his entire life... On the other hand, he can't get out to the street now. And probably even can't go downstairs but... Compared to what has happened to Marina, it was probably nothing problematic.
He lasily walked up to the window and slightly opened the folds to look outside. Welp, people were around. So yeah, he has to be stealthy. Shaking his head, he sad back on the bed and spent some time considering options, results, bonuses and problems from his current state...
Meanwhile, across town-------------
Henry woke up as the sun started to peak through the blinds on his window. He felt surprisingly well rest for how much sleep he had managed to get. He had been called in for over time at his job at the chemical plant where he was a master of the custodial arts. It seemed that something had gone terribly wrong. He heard that there was some type of robbery and then there was an explosion. All he knew was that he had to help clean up the damn mess. Chemical companies have people trained to do these things before the chemicals can seep into the ground water and start to mess with the people. It is a long process that starts with him cleaning the ground and hauling off rumble so it can go to a secure site for decontamination. This was the fun that Henry got to do instead of going to his normally scheduled game night.
He had gotten hooked up with the group through an online activity board for local people to find games to join. He had lucked out that there was a group that was not full of creepy people. He enjoyed the group and was a little angry when he got called in to work. But hey over time is over time and the rent is always due. He was even going to get hazard pay on top of the over time. Plus all the clean up that he was going to have to be doing for the next could weeks would do wonder for his bank account.
He wanted to call Trevor and find out when the group would be meeting next. He did not want to miss the next time. It would have to wait until after breakfast though.
Henry hauled himself out of bed and headed for the shower in his tiny bathroom. It was really more like a glorified closet but it did the job. He was cleaned up in no time and shaved and heading to the sink that counted as his kitchen. He had the day off seeing as he just pulled a double plus the day before. With this in mind he decided to have an actual breakfast and not just some cold cereal. He got out his frying pan and got some eggs from the refrigerator. He started to cook the eggs and added in some sausage links from the freezer. On the gas burners he toasted some bread and grabbed a glass of orange juice. He took the whole thing over to the small recliner that also acted as his kitchen table most nights. He sat down and ate his breakfast. It was pretty good as he looked at the clock and saw that it was pretty early. He was an early riser but he figure he would have been sleeping in late this day.
With his breakfast gone he reached into his pocket and dialed up Trevor to find out when the group would meet next.
*Ring* *Ring* *Ring* *Ring* <- Actually, it's one of those 'funky' cellphone rings but you get the picture
It was loud. And insistent. And had a whine accompaning it. He wanted to stay curled up in his little fragile houseboat in the middle of the nile, but the ringing was quickly dragging it to shore. His phone was somwhere in the tangle of his covers, within the physical analogy to his walls of isolation... He finally snagged it. The light was almost uncomfortably bright, and cast enough brightness to bring attention to the fur covered digits, tipped with a small claw, that he 'couldn't' see.
Incoming Call 'Henry'
Trevor hit the answer key, if somewhat reluctantly. Even his voice was different. Sounded a bit rougher. "Loso?"
Loso? What the hell?
“Umm. Trevor? This is Henry. Do I have the right number?”
"Um.. yeah," Trevor said slowly. He tried to soften or ease the roughness in his voice. Without much luck. "Morning Moose."
"Moose? I think I might have the wrong number. Sorry sir."
Henry hung up the phone and checked that he had the right number. He took extra time to make sure that he had hit each number correctly and then his call again.
//How dare you refuse my generously offered nickname! Kids these days...
//kids? I believe I am the oldest one here :P
//Technicalities ^^
"..." He hung up. The hell? Trevor stared incredulously at the phone for a few moment. It started ringing again. He hit the little green answer key a bit more savagely than nessessary. "You hung up on me!?"
"Trevor is that you? You sound like you are coming down with a cold and I don't know who moose is this is Henry. Hey man sorry about last night. My job called me in to aid in the clean up at the chem plant. you know how it is; over time and hazard pay. Could not pass it up. So what did I miss and when are we meeting next?"
"Huh?" Trevor said. And just like that, his fragile walls shattered and his houseboat crashed unto the shores of reality. Marina melting... The police... Those two trying to talk to the computer... the explosion... almost getting arrested... his night... He held up a trembling hand, not wanting to believe it was his, but not able to pull together that much denial. "Damn you..." He muttered into the phone.
"Hey man, I'm sorry for not being able to make it last night. Atleast I called, the others drop out and we spend half the night waiting for them. What's wrong with you any way? You sound like garbage."
Erin looked to the computer and shrugged. "Heya compy..." She said. "Yes, your name is Compy. Deal with it. Anyways... Umm... How long was... I dunno on you for?" I cannot believe I'm actually talking to a computer... and seriously expecting a response. She thought, rubbing her temples. Time passed and the computer didn't respond. "Don't wanna talk to me huh?" She asked. "I'm really sorry for dropping you if that helps..." She said and looked at what she had done.
Trevor was actually starting to hyperventilate. Raggedy breaths hoarsely whistling out through his changed jaws. His head was spinning. He struggled to focus on Henry's voice. "Uh.. um... stuff happened...and stuff. The explosion... feeling under the weather. Lots of stuff... Don't know about the next time... everyone hung over last night..." He's thoughts were really disjointed. "Wait... you said you had to clean up?"
"Yeah man. I work at that plant. So when it was all said and done I had to help with the clean up. You know they don't want chemicals sitting around on the ground seeping into the dirt getting into everyone's water. So I had to go in an help out. Nothing big. Just cleaning up rubble and any chems that we could find. They are going to call in a backhoe today to take the dirt away and haul it to a cleaning site."
Henry was glad that he did not have to do that. They would have put him on some type of duty where he had to shovel it all.
"Yeah I had an upset stomach after work but feel much better this morning. Any how I don't get to find out what happened until next time I take it. Well if everyone is there ask them when we can meet next. Or are they meeting again today because I have the day off."
Calm down... Calm down... Yeah... Trevor's regular calming methods were not working well. The all depended on setting the mind with the familiar. Licking lips only brought the changes to his teeth and mouth to the forefront. His hand was covered with hair, fur, so chewing on a knuckle wouldn't help. He had tried running his hand over his head, but that only emphasized the ears (which he yelped a bit over since he hadn't realized it before). So he settled for chewing his cheek which staring stubbornly at the city map on his wall as he made the obligatory sounds of listening.
"So... nothing... odd happened to you?" Trevor asked slowly, his tone sounding more desperate than curious. "Out of the ordinary?"
Henry furrowed his brow. Geez he calls off once and he gets interrogated.
"No, I just worked. Are you ok? Sounds like something is wrong."
"Not much... just... everything" Trevor said, forcing himself to look at his trembling hands. He had crossed the imaginary line during the night. And... just and. How... what was he suppose to do now? "Um..." Didn't Marina say something about friends and support last night? At least... he thought so... He... had sorta blocked out a lot of that stuff... But if she and Alex were right, and the explosion had something to do with it... "You... if anything... strange happens, you'll call, right?"
"Sure thing man. If you guys do meet up just call."
With that Henry hung up the phone. Well he had the rest of the day to do anything he wanted to do.
Weekend at Polly's -------------------
Someone knocked on Henry's door.
Herny stood still. No one ever knocks on his door. No one except the landlord. If it was that guy Henry would not be happy. He had already paid his rent for the month. The small place was the cheapest he could find and his landlord always found something to complain about with him. Last time is was the fact that Henry had locked his doors when the plumbers came to fix the bathroom pipes. Nothing was mentioned about the fact that his landlord sent the plumbers a bout a month after Henry called. What was he supposed to leave his door unlocked everyday until he got robbed.
Henry stomped to the door and turned the lock. The darn thing came off in his hands. Stupid cheep place. He opened the door to see was there.
There was a woman at the door, and she looked up, having heard the noise when he broke the lock, but not being sure what it was, and looked sheepish as she smiled. "Sorry to bother you. I'm Polly. I just moved in." She held up a small bag of cookies. "I'm introducing myself to the other residents."
[Polly: http://images4.fanpop.com/image/phot...1-853-480.jpg]
Henry was ready to launch into an argument with his landlord and was taken back by seeing a woman at his door. Last time this happened ... this had never happened before. He calmed down and stuck the knob of the lock in his pocket.
"Names Henry." He said holding out his hand to shake hers. "Welcome to the neighborhood. I hope you are finding everything to your liking. You need any help getting your stuff moved in?" He asked as he took a cookie from the bag and absently munched on it.
"No, I had most of my things already taken up," Polly said, then paused. "Well, I do have some things that might need shifting around... Would you be able to help?"
Henry nodded and followed her. "Sure, I am always willing to help a neighbor out. I hope that you were able to get situated in town with all the noise going on just outside of it. I hear the traffic was blocked up something aweful."
"It was," Polly said, nodding. "My furniture came four hours late because of it."
"That sucks. Well on the bright side atleast it made it in. It could still be on the truck some where when the re-routed all the traffic."
"I try not to think about it," Polly smiled. "On the down side, they didn't have as much time to set everything up."
“Well fortunately for you that you moved next to me. I can help you set up things. So if you don't mind me asking what brought you to the city?”
"Just new possibilites," Polly said, leading him to her apartment. "I'm from a small town. The big city has always been my dream."
"Cities do bring in opportunities for many people which is always good. But, one day I hope to move to a smaller town and put the hustle of the city behind me. It is fun, don't get me wrong but a nice relaxed pace would be welcomed on some days."
Henry looked at his truck as they walked toward Polly's places. It was faded red truck that had seen more miles then it should have. He kept in going with gas, oil, and prayers. It was right were he left it so that was a good thing. There had been a number of car break ins but they never seemed to mess with his truck. Must be that just looking at it made them realize that there would be nothing of value in it the thing.
"So what things do you need help with setting up?"
"The movers just left most of my furniture in the right room, but didn't really place them." Polly grinned sheepishly. "It's too heavy for me to move on my own."
"Good thing for you that I am good for heavy lifting." Henry said with a smile.
Not good at very many other things though, Henry thought.
"Then you'll be a big help!" Polly said enthusiastically. It didn't take long for her to open her door to him.
Henry followed Polly to her place and walked through the door that she held open for him.
The boxes stacked around the room were an obvious sign that she really was just moving in, and she was telling the truth about the fact that her furniture was just left in the general vicinity of the room. Polly looked a bit embarrassed. "It's not much to look at, but..."
"This place is in better shape then mine is. So what do you need moved and where is it going?"
"We can start in the kitchen. The boxes of china are in the way, but they are way too heavy for me to move," Polly admitted.
Henry nodded and went to the first box that seemed to be over packed with fine dishes. He bent down and lifted. The box was oddly light. Polly must have been the weakest person he had ever met. He shift the box to make sure that there was actually something inside. He could here things in there. Hmmm.
"Well were to you want these dishes put. Also these must be the lightest dishes known to man."
Polly's eyes widened with shock and surprise. "Wow... you're really strong! Just put them off to the side so that they aren't in the way."
Henry put the dishes down on a counter top off to the side and started to stack the others next to it. Each box weight just as little as the first one. At the end he picked up two of teh last boxes and put them on the last empty counter spot.
"Ok, those are out of the way. What else you got?"
Polly took Henry from room to room, having him move things from the sofa and tables to a china cabinet. She watched curiously throughout the entire process. The last thing she had him move with the chest of drawers in the bedroom.
Henry was a little shocked that he was able to move all of these things. It would take him and his buddies longer to move all of these things. He was doing it on his own. Things that he wouldn't try to lift on his own felt like they weighted no more then a jug of milk. He was starting to think that this was some type of prank show. Make it look like he was incredibly strong just to make fun of them. He kept looking for cameras or waiting for them to walk in at any moment. If they did he was going to toss the sofa at them.
"Well Polly unless you have more stuff some where I think that was the last of it. You have a mighty fine place here I must say. Makes my place look like a run down shack."
"Oh, I know," Polly said, moving closer to him. "But it's so useful to have a strong man around to help you with things."
Henry raised an eyebrow at this. Awfully quick to go there he thought. He just met the lady.
"Polly I am more then willing to help you with moving things and I will help when you have more but I think I moved everything in this place. I have things I still have to get done today."
Henry said while blushing. She seemed like a nice lady but this seemed like it could get into weird territory fast. He would like to get out or get things back to a friendly nature quickly.
Polly grabbed Henry's hand and smiled at him. "Are you sure that you don't have a few more minutes to spend here?"
Fascinate Feat (1d20+6=26)
Henry just stood there staring at Polly. He did not move nor speak. He could not help but look at her.
"Good, handsome," Polly said, running a hand over his chest. She kissed him on the lips, her magic flowing through the contact and into his mind, urging him to bend to her will.
Mind Control (1d20+3=12)
http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3966512/ 11 I am the fail.
"Now my handsome puppet, I need a few more for my plan. I don't suppose you have any friends you can call?" Polly prompted Henry. "Tell a few friends to come here."
http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3966531/ 18
Henry fluttered his eyes a little and looked at the phone in his hand. When did he pull that out? hmmmm
"Well Polly seems like there isnt any more to do here so I think I will head on back to my apartment before going out to do some things."
With that Henry put the phone back away and started to head towards the door.
"I do love and hate the stubborn ones," she sighed. She snapped her hand out at him and barked a command in a strange language. "зобов'язатися." A silvery tangle of something flew out and at Henry.
Web Spell (1d20+2=16) vs reflex
Love...Hate...wow she was moving fast. As he made it to the door he was hit with the web spellhttp://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3966560/ 10
"What the hell lady!? What is this?"
Str: http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3966572/ 25
Toughnes Web Spell toughness (1d20+12=15)
"Raaa!" Henry ripped the web off of himself. This was the worst game show ever! Well he said what he would do so he made a grab for the door to stand up and then proceed to try to rip it off the wall. http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3966584/ 22 (my door)
Polly reach out to him, wanting to take hold of his hand. "Why do you raise a door against me?"
Touch attack (1d20+1=5)
Bluff (1d20+8-5=23) (Oh how I hate castle...)
defense http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3966612/ 17
Henry looked at Polly and then the cardboard door. He could not hit a lady and not on national TV. So he tossed the door to her. Ranged attack http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3966639/ 7
"Shows over lady" He then made his way out of the house
The door missed, but made an awful racket when it hit the ground. Polly hissed at the retreating man. He proved more difficult than she originally assumed. Perhaps it was premature. No matter. Her plan still had merit. It wasn't difficult to free the true home owners from her trall afterall. She would just try some other time. On the bright side, her spell didn't lie. That comforting thought in mind, she cast her teleportation spell and returned to her real home.
Defense (1d20+1=12)
Henry made it to his apartment and shut the door behind him. He did like the fact that he had just been part of some terrible show or prank or something. Once he got in he leaned agaisnt the door and let out a low breath.
Wind instantly kicked up and blew some dust around.
"The hell?" Henry said to himself.
He tried it again and like a hair dryer it blew again. This was not right. He blew as hard as he could at his living room and things got weird. he knocked over chairs, plates, pictures fell off the wall and the door to the bedroom slammed shut.
"What?"
He walked into his living room area and tried to not breath very hard. This couldn't be a special effect from a show. How could they time it just right each time. If that was true then what the hell happened next door. That was a fun house made of cardboard wasn't it? Henry walked into the kitchen and grabbed hold of the stove. It was an old iron workhorse of a stove. He laughed at the idea of picking this thing up. he wouldn't be able to the thing weights a lot. His landlord said that it better break down because it took three men and a dolly to get it in there.
Henry lifted with his legs and heaved with all his might. He then held on for dear life as he almost threw the stove into the cieling.
He dropped it back into place and stared at it.
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no. That is not possible. I could not move that thing to clean under it and now I can lif it. this was just to strange. Wait a minute. Trevor."
Henry pulled out the phone and got ready to call.
He dialed up Trevor.
Ring Ring Ring
[The following conversation take place alongside {Kitchen, now with Twins}]
Trevor was still in the process of decided on the best way to work around his new tail when his phone started ringing again. He sighed and dropped tossed the pants on the bed as he looked for the noise making device. Incoming Call Henry (Moose). His heart raced a bit. Henry... did that mean something happened to him too? Trevor licked his foreign lips before answering. "Ah, Henry?"
"Hey Trevor. Had a quick question for you. Just what did you mean by strange things going on and happening?"
Wow... straight to the million dollar question. There were all sorts of paranoia going through Trevor's head at the moment. Marina's words (as questionable as they were) popped into his head. Accept and everything falls into place Bah... as if. "Strange as in... completely unnatural. Possibly impossible."
Henry thought to himself. Being able to life things was not impossible but what he was doing might tip that scale. But Polly on the other hand shooting a web at him was something all together.
"Well I was attacked by a lady who can shoot webs at me. Is that strange enough?"
Trevor had to blink at that one. "Wait... Shoot webs? As in... spiderman?"
"Well, She was a woman. And I don't know if it was from her hands. Hit me in the back. Also was able to make me just stare at her. Did she come after you?"
"Somebody attacked you? How did you get away?" Trevor asked, demanded really, concerned.
"I don't really know. I broke out and tossed a door at her. She asked me to come over and move some stuff for her. But all the stuff was easy to move. I am half thinking it was some kind of joke. But then she webbed me. I got away and came back to my place. Soooo what happened to you?"
There was silence over the line as Trevor just stood still, his jaw hanging open. "B-back up. You... threw a door at her..."
"Well yeah, it was the only thing at hand. You know how it goes. The adrenaline gets pumping and stuff happened. Why are you avoid my question? Is there someone there now not letting you answer?"
"Huh?" Trevor was a fiction fanboy, so he quickly made the connection between Henry being attacked and worrying that he was too. "No, no. I'm just... distracted by you randomly picking up doors that were laying around and tossing them at girls... Where did you even get the door from?"
"Her door way. The same place a door is always at. A door frame. Any how if you are attacked by someone you make do with what ever you have. So I take it that you set this all up since you are not answering this. Man I already apologized for not being able to make it last night."
"Aiyaa. I seriously had nothing to do with that," Trevor said quickly. "Just... a lot of odd stuff happened here..."
"So yeah that was my morning. So I think I will head out... You care to elaborate?"
Trevor debated with himself. But considering that the guy apparently tore a door off it's hinges (man, what an image)... "Well... um... Marina melted."
"Melted? How did her character melt? Acid bath?"
"No... Marina melted," Trevor paused, too a breath, the continued in a rush. "Marina melted, I-turned-into-a-cat-Erin-started-doodling-random-crap-and-Alex-started-talking-to-computers."
"Eh, what? Melted, turning into a cat? How is that even possible?"
Henry was hard pressed to believe what he was hearing.
"Hence the 'strange as in completely unnatural' statement," Trevor sighed. Damn. He caught it.
"So how are you talking if you are a cat? What are you going to do now? You are going to ahve a hard time going out in public. And how are you going to explain Marina dieing?"
Trevor realized he was growling an instant after he started. He stopped. "Sorry..." That was the second time he had started without realizing it. "But yes, I am acutely aware of that fact, but thank you for bringing it back to my attention," he took a breath. Yeesh. It seemed like he was the only one having a hard time with this... There was something like a yell from upstairs, but he ignored it. Erin probably burned her finger or something. "But Marina got better."
"How the hell do you get better from melting? This whole thing is a little hard to believe. I mean I am pretty sure someone is messing with me or perhaps those chemicals can mess with your head."
"Would explain Marina," Trevor muttered under his breath. Then he remembered that Henry might hear that. "I mean... Uh... It messes with everything. And I don't know. She was a puddle last night, and normal this morning. And I had a tail... Besides, you just told me you tore a door off a wall..."
"Well I have been working out and I was kind of freaked out. I have heard of mothers lifting cars to rescue children under a car. Not to far a stretch. So you don't have a tail now? And I bet that Marina was just messing with you all. Dumping water and hiding is not a hard thing to do."
"No, I woke up and had a tail," Trevor said, kneading his temples with his finger pads. Carefully. He didn't like the look of the nails/claws, and didn't want to test them on himself. "And a few gallons of dumped water don't talk. Or move. Or take on human form."
"Not unless you are on enough PCP. You have to think about this from my end. You turned into a cat and another turned into a puddle. I mean come on. I know I am a bit slow but this is getting a little to far out there for even me."
"I don't even drink! Why would I do drugs?" Trevor complained. He climbed unto his bed cause standing was annoying. "And how is that any stranger than you being attacked by spider woman?"
"You are the one who said spider woman. It could have been some weird net for all I know."
"You were the one that said web," Trevor countered. "How did you get out, anyway?"
"I stood up. Not a hard thing to do. Had to push a little but got up gave her the door and walked back to my apartment."
"Do you listen to yourself?" Trevor said in confused tone. "You broke out of some bindings, tore off a door and tossed it at a girl before walking away..." He sighed. "Uh... did you try lifting anything else?"
Henry thought for a moment. Trevor was sure interested in his morning when he told him that people were melting and turning into cats. Polly was just some weirdo we was convinced now.
"I picked up some things at her apartment and some things around here. You know..things. So when are you all going to the hospital?"
And back to dark. And he was just building up to a hight too... "I... don't know. Is this the sort of thing a hospital can even help with?"
"They are the ones who are the professionals in fixing things. Well living things. I think you should get it looked at. I mean what if it does not stop at where it is now. Something that can change your body in a day can't be good."
"Get's worse? I have claws. A tail. Fur. Ears. How much worse can it get!" Trevor snapped, his voice getting louder with each word. He took a shuddering breath to calm himself, covering his eyes with his free hand. "Sorry," he muttered into the phone after a moment.
"How can it get worst? What if you lose your voice and can only meow? Turn into an animal. I would not risk it. It might just work for you. Think about Marina. What if she melts again in a shower and gets washed out to sea. I think you all should get checked. I can drive you if you need."
"So that men in lab coats and poke and prod me with needles and probes?" Trevor snarled. "I'll pass..."
"Sure they will test you but then they could fix you. Unless you think this is a good idea to spend the rest of your life as a cat person. Unless you are making all of this up."
"Shut up... you aren't allowed to make sense..." Trevor complained weakly.
"And yet sense I am making. I think I will stop on over there and take you and Marina to the hospital. Think it for the best."
"Alright... fine," Trevor ground out. Damn. Henry had a point. "Did you eat?"
"Yeah I made a large breakfast but I did just move crap around for an hour or so. Could always eat something. You making something or should I pick something up on the way?"
"Erin's doing the den mother thing for some reason..." Trevor said with a shrug that Henry wouldn't be able to see.
"Yeah, I will just make something here and be on my way. Will be there soon."
With that Henry hung up and made a quick sandwich and ate it. Then made a second one and as he tossed the knife into the sink the darn thing stuck to his hand. Now this was something new. He managed to yank the darn knife off his hand only to have it stick there. Not feeling like figureing that one out he drove teh knife into the cutting board and went out his door.
He locked his door (forgetting tha the lock was broken) and made it to his car and got in. He jammed the keys into the ignition and started to drive. He had some trouble on each turn when he would let the wheel right itself. Normally he would loosen his grip on the wheel and let it move on its own. But it kept sticking to his hands and causing his turns to go to far. He thought it was an act of god that he made in there in one piece.
Morning at the Greysons--------------------------------------------
Erin, shrugging at the computer screen and closed the lid. "Oi... Erin, what the hell are you doing?" She massaged her temple again. "Must ask for asprin later." She sighed and went to collect the others. Trevor made some really good breakfast. "Trevor?" She called, knocking on the door down to the basement. "You awake?"
Trevor heard the knocking, and only curled up tighter, pulling the comforter around his furry shoulders and over his head. To his discomfiture, and adding a bit more oil to the fire of conflict in his mind, his new tail curled around the legs he was holding tight to his chest.
Marina quickly found her shirt, skirt and undergarments and slipped them on in the laundry room before sitting at the big table. Her parents were okay with leaving her alone in the house after high school, so luckily she didn't have to explain why she spent the night. She tried to puzzle through what had happened the night before when she heard knocking. She did wonder: how did she melt? and how could she do it again. More importantly how did she change back?
Erin frowned and thought that he must still be sleeping. Not that she wanted to check on that just in case-- DAMMIT ALEX!!! She thought sighing. She looked at the door and sighed. Well, if she gave lot of warning, she should be fine. Opening the door, she almost stomped her way downstairs, being sure to create enough noise that Trevor would be able to hear her. When she got to the fourth to last stair, she jumped down and landed. That done, she knocked on the door again and slowly eased the door open, though looking at the floor.
"Trev?" She asked. "Helloooooo?" She didn't see anything in the living room so she walked forward. "Hello? Is anyone down here at-- Oh. Hey there Marina." She said smiling. "Whoa, you look a lot better now." She said seeing that Marina was in her human form.
"Yeah woke up in the middle of the night and amazingly I was normal again, still feel semisolid though.", Marina said to Erin.
"That could be woese I suppose." Erin said smiling. "Still... For a superpower, I guess you could do worse." She shrugged. "You get a rather spactacular transformtion, and I get to hallucinate that my laptop talked to me."
"The problem is I don't know how I changed back...only then can I figure out how to melt again.", Marina sighed, "And you hallucinate that your laptop can talk now...what does it say?"
"Math problems and told me its power was running low." Erin admitted. "It was tight lipped earlier today."
"Well that's kinda neat...all my laptop knows how to do is stutter and keel over....", Marina joked. "Now...how did I change back hm...", she mused.
"I... Don't know. Why would you want to?" Erin asked.
"You called it a superpower...might as well try...You and your computer thing too.", Marina said cheerfully.
"It's really nothing spactcular." Erin shrugged. "Also, apperently I;ve started sleepwalking."
"Oh...most I had to do was stay in the bathtub all night...what do you do when sleepwalking?", Marina asked.
Erin laughed. "You're seriously asking me?"
"Were you ever going to ask me what being a puddle felt like?", Marina replied.
"Not particularly becuase I don't want to push you or bring back bad memories." Erin said. "I'm sure... basically liquifying was terrifying."
"Indeed but after I accepted it it was actually relaxing...you'll think me silly for thinking this, but you didn't have to hide in the washing machine when the cops came.", Marina said.
"Wait what?" Erin asked. She didn't know about that."What were you doing down there?"
"Trrevor's idea...what do you think the cops would do if they saw me as a liquid?", Marina explained to Erin as frankly as possible.
"I really don't know. Part of me thinks they'd try to shoot you or something for being so freaky."
"Which is why I had to hide...seems I have all the properties of liquid while shifted, including taking the shape of my container...it was actually rather fun by the end of it all.", Marina said, "How are you doing?"
"Could be worse all things considered." Erin shrugged. "I thought you died last night, accidentally brought the cops on us... Then woke up on the couch with my computer on my chest and working on something."
"Working on what may i ask?", Marina asked.
"No flippen clue." Erin said. "If I knew, I'd tell you."
"I see...the laptop whisperer and puddle girl...not exactly superhero material but it still raises more questions than I'd like.", Marina said.
"you're telling me. Anyways, I'mgonna go wake up Trevor."
"I'll come around later.", Marina said.
Trevor could hear Erin climb the stairs, and his dread only grew more and more as they closed. His ears actually folded flat with apprehension. And fact that only bugged him more. He didn't say anything. His well honed skills of denial still had enough clout to reject the thought that she would head to his room. Powers of denial: go!
Deciding to focus on getting everyone together then get to talking, Erin went up to Trevor's door and knocked on it, slowly opening it as well. "Hey Trev? Wakey wakey." She said and saw him underneath a lot of the covers. "Buddy? You awake?" She asked and had a sinking feeling that she didn't want to be here, but Trevor was still asleep it seemed and she really wanted everyone to be awake so they could get organized. "Trev?" She asked, poking his side.
"Go away," Trevor muttered, pulling the covers tighter around him.
Erin frowned. "Trev?" She asked again, now concerned. "What's wrong?" She sat down on the side of the bed, making sure she didn't pin the covers under her. "We're best friends. You can tell me anything."
Trevor said nothing. Mostly because he couldn't think of anything to say. He just lay there.
Erin looked at her friend, burried under the covers. She did her best to scoop the Trevor cocoon up and gave him a hug. "I know that this is a lot to take in, but we're all in this together. We're still us. We just have... Things, really... We're going to be fine." She said smiling, hoping to encourage him to come out.
Marina walked into Trevor's room and sat with Erin on his bed, "You didn't melt now did you? You'd tell us if you did...right?", she said.
Trevor figured he couldn't stay hidden for the entire time. He would have to face it eventually. With a sigh, he let the covers slip.
"Oooh cute kittenboy...see this is not as bad as being a puddle.",Marina said petting the catboy.
"Whoa!" Erin said leaping off the bed. "You could have warned us!" She yelped, trying to keep her voice down. "When did this happen? You should have called us or something!" Walking forward, Erin swatted Marina's hand away. "I'm sure he doesn't exactly appreciate you petting him...
Trevor growled [Passive Intimidate: 13]. It was... accidentally. He did use to growl and make cat noises to himself when he was alone, and he did sometimes growl and hiss at people, but this one was different. It just... happened. Reflex. He looked away quickly, suddenly very interesting in the patterns of his comforter. "Sorry..."
Marina retracted her hand, "Don't like getting petted mr. fluffykins?", Marina teased.
"Shush!" Erin said to Marina. "He's not a cat, he's Trevor." She backed off a little worried.
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"I'm only teasing.", Marina said to Erin.
"Cats have claws. And they can use them." Erin said. "And I'm sure you don't want to get slashed. Trust me. Not fun."
"Strangely enough, this isn't helping..." Trevor muttered.
"Don't worry Trev. We're all in this together. We're all in the same both. And you're secret's safe with me. I'd rather die then give up your identities."
"Seems we all have secrets now, we got to stick together.", Marina said.
"Identities?" Trevor echoes, with a raised eyebrow.
"Erin thinks we're superheroes now...I'm not entirely sure if puddle girl, kittenboy, and the laptop whisperer make for a superhero team...maybe we should check on the others.", Marina said.
"Might as well make a team." Erin shrugged, "Any reason we shouldn't?" She asked.
"Because it's a completely derantis idea..." Trevor muttered.
"Point being?" Erin prompted. "And have you considered writing that on your resume? Being bilingual in English and Ancient."
"Point being mr. fluffykins is so cute....I just want to squeeze ya kitten.", Marina said squeezing Trevor tightly with no regard to his boundaries. She then shook him a bit before releasing him...a moment later he was glomped.
"This is going to end in pain and scratching..." Erin said and sighed, backing off.
"And you had a problem with me poking you?" Trevor said, holding back a snarl. His tail shifted awkwardly behind him.
"I really didn't have a problem with that...it just tickled...", Marina quipped. "My apologies Mr. Fluffykins."
Erin backed off, going out of the room. "Well... If you want, I'll gomake something for us to eat. Oatmeal sound good to everyone?"
"Eggs..." Trevor said. He was still feeling the need for meat. he paused, then looked up at Erin. "Wait... this is my house..."
"Can we make that cereal?", Marina said to Erin.
"Well if you want to be boring," Erin shrugged. "Do you guys even known the way I make that? And yes it is, Trev. It is indeed your house." She snarked.
"Special oatmeal you say?", Marina asked.
"I'll take that as a no then..." Erin said. "Well, I think you'll like it. Not fancy really, but it's oatmeal with brown sugar and butter. Really filling. Though if you really prefer eggs, I can try those I guess." Erin said, knowing she'd have to get a cook book or some recipes. She knew one, but one egg sandwich wouldn't be that good. "Well... I'll make some food." She said and went to make the various things she had in mind.
"I'll try your oatmeal.", Marina offered.
"All right," Erin said. "Thanks. I'll be back in about... half an hour I'd say?" She said and went upstairs.
"Well Mr. Fluffykins, I transformed yesterday now you transform today...and Erin is now the computer whisperer...something is up...any bright ideas?", Marina asked her tone suddenly became serious.
Trevor turned and glared at her. "I've been a bit distracted."
"Sorry again Mr. Fluffykins...I'll let you be...see ya at breakfast.", Marina said leaving his room.
"Argh... wait," Trevor called after her as she walked off, shifting on the bed, half raising and reach after her retreating form.
"What is it Trevor?", she asked turning around before she got to the door.
"Sorry, okay... I.. I just don't get how you're dealing with this so easily," Trevor said slowly. He dropped heaving back unto the bed, more fortune than design resulting in him not landing on his new tail. He looked down at his himself for the first time really. Grey fur. Light grey. Dark stripes patterned on his lower arms, terminating, fading really, on the back of his hands, then a dark line on the back each finger, faint at the base, but rapidly darkening to the point were they touched his nails. Claws. Greyish silver, not looking quite like normal claws. His palm was rougher and bare, pads. Same on the fingers.
Trevor realized that he seemed to have the stripe theme going, from what he could see. Dark grey on grey. It would look cool if it wasn't him. Even his feet... somewhere between planitigrade and digitigrade. "I... I'm a tall black guy. Not skinny, but not fat either. Good looking, baby faced, and that was me. That's what I know. Now... I don't know who, what I am or am supposed to be."
"When I accepted what had happened everything else fell into place...the good news is that it wasn't permanent", Marina said. "You are mr fluffykins cutest kitten ever" marina said petting him.
"That... isn't really the most reassuring thing you could have said..." Trevor commented after a moment. He sighed. "But I suppose it's not the worst either. Fluffykins though?" He added, raising an eyebrow.
"What else was I supposed to call ya" Marina said to him. "And I know but after last night im ready to believe anything. Something strange is definitely going on here."
"Really now? What was your first clue?" Trevor said, cocking his head to one side. There was really no holding back the snark in response that comment. There were somethings things in life that simply screamed for snark.
"The rampant sarcasm", Marina responded with equal wit. "Wanna go join the others? when you're ready of course."
"Like... maybe putting on some clothes," Trevor said sheepishly, realizing he was still in his boxers. Face the others? Would he ever be truly prepared for that. Even if Marina wanted to act as if it was nothing, the way he was know, the only place he could go without attracking second glances was a convention of some sort...
Cooking with Erin------------------------------------
Erin continued making food, multitasking quite a bit. She didn't really have time to go an interact with anyone. Instead, she hoped someone would smell the food being prepared and investigate.
As efficient as always, Jezelle was out of the shower in a couple of minutes and back in her clothes -not entirely dry but she didn't really care- and heading back into the living room to figure out what to do next. The obstacles of today weren't going to go away so she decided to crash into them head-on, so checking up on everyone was first on the agenda.
She heard movement in the kitchen and decided to check there first, locating an Erin.
"Well, good morning; still able to talk to computers I assume?" Jezelle asked like it was quite natural as she went up to oversee Erin's progress on whatever she was doing.
Meanwhile, Jezelle finally got frustrated and climbed out of bed in a grumpy mood, wandering off into the shower and kicking it into gear.
"Huh? Oh, hey Jezelle." Erin said. "Not really. I think it doesn't like me anymore becuase I dropped it the other night." She admitted. "Though I did wake up on the couch with it on my chest. I dunno how I got there though. Sleepwalking maybe? Do you know anything about that?"
"About sleepwalking? Heh, why would I know?" Jezelle said with half a smirk, "But hey, able to talk to computers and sleep-type or whatever, I swear there'd be a lotta people out there that could only wish they could do that."
"Seen the others yet?" Jezelle queried, glancing back the way she came as though Trevor and the others would be mysteriously behind them.
"Yep. Well most of them. Haven;t found Alex yet and can you get the microwave?" Erin asked as it went off for the third time. "Making food for everyone." She didn't mention the changes that Trevor went through during the night though or that Marina had turned back to a human form. "And I guess. By the way, do you know much about technical stuff? I would try to find out what the hell it is i'm making, but every time I look at the screen, i zone out and go back to working on it."
Jezelle absently did as bidden while she listened, popping open the microwave and dragging out a sandwich.
"I only know enough technical stuff to get by," Jezelle said with an unfortunate grimace, "Hopefully everything will work itself out; I'm going to take the fact that you haven't liquidated or anything as a sign things aren't so bad. I might go check on the others though."
"All right. Jsut so you know though... Brace yourself when you see Trevor. He's... A little different. Something happened overnight." Erin said.
"What...? But he was fine like me, where everyone else was melting or talking to computers..." Jezelle said, suddenly troubled again, "Alright, be back."
She braced herself and wandered off toward the stairs to the basement and headed down.
"By the way!" Erin called. "You're not allergic to anything, are you?"
"Not that I'm aware of!" Jezelle called as she left.
After a moment the shower disengaged and a minute later Jezelle was dressed, pretty damp and wandering out, going off to investigate the noise of activity in the kitchen.
"Mornin' Erin; You our chef today or somethin?" Jezelle queried as she entered the kitchen.
"That was fast." Erin said looking up. "Not a fan of cats I take it?" She asked, from her prespective only being alone for a little while with the food. "I did tell you to brace yourself."
"Uh... what? Cats?" Jezelle said in confusion.
"Downstairs... The young man of the house? Trevor?" Erin prompted. "Grew fur last night? Now looks like his fursona, Greycat?"
Jezelle's eyes widened in slight shock and almost a little frustration, quite off balance from the blunt revelation.
"...What... he looked fine last night! Now he turns into a cat-person!?" Jezelle said in exasperation.
"Yes..." Erin said. "You did go downstairs, right? He's the kitty in the boxers." She paused. "Are you feeling ok?"
"...Erin, I just got out of the shower, I haven't gone downstairs yet," Jezelle said, agitation creeping up on her and her gaze turned into a hard stare.
Erin tilted her head. "No you didn't... You just went downstairs after helping me a little with breakfast. We talked for a while, I told you I sleepwalked earlier and asked if you knew anything about technology. You said you knew only enough to get by. AND I even asked if you were allergic to anything and you said no. Then you went into the basement."
(((Continued below)))
Meanwhile in the Basement Club----------------------------------
Taking the steps three at a time, Jezelle made it to the basement floor in short order and made a beeline for Trevor's room since he didn't appear to be anywhere else, giving a swift knock as she went to enter.
Trevor flinched a bit. It was one thing to suddenly be able to here people walking about and know were they are, but he wasn't used to it. And he was still in his boxers... did no one want to give him a chance to get dressed...
Jezelle leaned on the door and gazed in with half an expression of grim concern as her eyes befell on something... furrier... than before.
"That is indeed different," Jezelle remarked mostly to herself, trying her best not to stare, "Trev, you're... furry... is it too early for jokes?"
She still seemed a little tense from the revelation to make the remark about jokes sound genuine, but she far more stable than the last two supernatural occurrences -probably some kind of coping mechanism she'd thrown together overnight.
Wit and humour together make levity, Trevor thought to himself. Maybe a little levity was what he needed. "Go for it."
"That bad, huh?" Jezelle said a little regretfully for a moment, before chipping up a little, "Well at least you're back to normal, you looked weird yesterday, it was kinda freakin me out."
Trevor gave her what passed for an incredulous look with his new face, then bend over face in his hand, his shoulders shaking slightly from the silent chuckles.
"Good morning Jezelle, I see you've met Mr. Fluffykins.", Marina said greeting her, "Perhaps we should let Mr. Fluffykins get dressed."
"Unless you like seeing me in boxers," Trevor commented blandly.
"Well actually..." Jezelle began at first, before chuckling the charade off, "Mornin' Marina, I see you decided to stop breaking physics. And I'll see you at breakfast then, Trev."
She stepped clear of the door and moved back toward the stairs.
"Ya know, this makes me the only one left in the 'normal' club... it's almost kinda... lonely..." Jezelle said after a moment of realization, actually a little surprised that she felt a bit out of place amongst her friends now -which was rather ironic, but still held merit since she was currently the minority.
"Ideally I'd like to try and break physics again.", Marina said following Jezelle out of Trevor's room. Marina thought over what Jezelle said, she didn't just break physics, but biology and chemistry as well. The only thing she didn't manage to break was fluid mechanics and she was sure she broke that too. At least there wasn't a downside...or rather she assumed there wasn't. As long as she avoided drains and sewer grates. "Don't worry about it Jezelle, that makes you the most special.", Marina said before realizing that that wasn't the best thing to say. She walked over to the kitchen where she was sure Erin was cooking breakfast.
Jezelle made a bit of a face when Marina indicated she wanted to melt again, but just shook it off and attempted to forget that she mentioned it, but then Marina made the remark about Jezelle's new found 'specialness' of not being 'special'.
"That makes me feel so much better," Jezelle said expressionlessly, dryly as she stood there for a moment before finally following Marina upstairs.
Trevor focused on getting past the hurdle of actually leaving the save haven of his room. For the first time, he turned to the mirror to get a look at himself, his... new self. Dark grey strips on grey. It really was the theme. It wasn't tiger like... it was too regular. It seemed symetrical. Actually, the were perpendicular stripes on his body and lower limbs, but parallel on his thighs and upper arms. Sorta weird... (who was he kidding, this entire thing was wacked out. So what was one more?) Since his attention was one his head... He bared his teeth. Yep. Fangs. Fun. He fingered them contemplatively. Even his eyes. They used to be a brown so dark it seemed black. Now, it was a silvery blue. No whites visible at all. And the cat ears, slight muzzle and nose... He was so screwed... He didn't look anything human anymore... Just... monstrous.
He shook his head to clear that thought. No. He would not sink to that point. On the other hand, he was just realize how acute his sense of smell had become. He could smell three other people. He wasn't sure which scent was which. He could smell the room (he really should clean...) and the soap of the laundered clothes in his closet and drawers (and the sweat of the worn ones). Yet another thing to add to the weird column. Seriously... he was pushing into next year's quota as it was... He sighed again. Wait... He closed his door, then did some more... intimate checking.
Behind him, his tail curled uncertainly. He had no idea how to control it. It was... sporadic at best. How the hell was he supposed to work clothes anyway? He decided to go with the obvious and used a scissors to cut a small hole at the back of his sweat pants. Threading his tail through it took several tries, particularly since the damn limb refused to cooperate. He managed to get it on though (turned out the annoying thing was prehensile... What the hell was he to do with a prehensile tail?) He studied the image in the mirror. The black sweats didn't really do much towards humanizing him, but it was a start. He sighed and looked for a shirt. The ringing of his phone distracted him. [continued in the end of Weekend at Polly's]
The Kitchen, now with Twins!----------------------
Jezelle looked... a little worried to say the least, though mostly she looked this close to being furious.
"Erin... I just... got out of the shower... this... this isn't a cruel joke is it...?" Jezelle asked, "Because Marina just melted yesterday so I don't know if it's time for joking just yet..."
Marina walked alongside Jezelle as they approached the kitchen. Marina heard voices from the kitchen as she approached. Two distinct voices...there was Erin which she knew about and the other one...what!? Marina had her share of confusion the night before. SO she was partially prepared for what she saw once she rounded the corner. There was Erin talking with Jezelle behind the kitchen counter. There was Marina entering the kitchen with Jezelle next to her. Marina's world started to spin. Marina hurt herself in her confusion.
Jezelle 2 followed Marina idly and frowned a little when she heard the second voice from the kitchen, at first not quite recognizing it until about when she walked into the kitchen herself. Almost instantly she darted back by the door frame and hid half of herself behind it.
"What the!? Who the fuck are you!?" Jezelle 2 exclaimed in wide-eyed shock, staring straight at the Jezelle standing next to Erin.
Jezelle had a similar shock, except hers included crashing into the kitchen bench as she tried to flee on reflex when she heard... herself...
"WHOA!" Jezelle yelped, pressing herself as far away as possible, meeting the other Jezelle's stare incredulously.
"What the fuck!?" they both remarked simultaneously.
"AHH!" Erin yelped. "What the hell is going on?" She said, looking back and forth between the clones of the athlete. "Okay... Question time." Erin siad, wondering which was the real one. Something only the real one would know. "What were we fighting during game time last night?"
"Uh, a bunch of demons and a barbed devil boss," they both said in perfect sync, to which they gave each other death glares.
"That was probably too easy..." Erin said then thought of something else. Something false this time. "What did you get me for my fifth birthday?"
"...Fifth, birthday...?" both Jezelles queried Erin, throwing another death glare at each other, "STOP COPYING ME!"
They might as well have been mirrors, throwing their arms up in agitated exasperation at the same time and style. Though something occurred to them both after the frustration, and they both immediately, wordlessly initiated a game of rock, paper, scissors and both ended up with scissors.
They rapidly switched between gestures in perfect sync, growing more and more confounded and a little incredulous by the moment.
"She's in my fricken head!" they both said in wide-eyed shock.
"Yeah, my fifth." Erin said and faceplamed. "Ugh... This is gonna be interesting. But until we find out which one of you is the real one and which one's a clone or whatever, you're both going to help me here." She said. "You," Ein pointed the Jezelle on her left. "Come over here and help with this oatmeal. You," She pointed to the other one. "Make more of those egg sandwichs. Those are for Trevor. Only two more to make out of ten." She said, not sure how much Trevor would want to eat.
Both Jezelles narrowed their eyes, even a little more incredulous but at the same time it made a twisted kind of sense -especially given all that had happened so far. Marina had melted and eventually reformed, and such an occurrence wasn't going to just go away so Jezelle had to try and deal with it, and it was the same kind of logic here.
"...This... is insane... I can't believe you're serious but I can't think of anything better..." Jezelle said, a little in awe before glancing to the other Jezelle with a bit of resignation in her eyes. She supposed she could try and pretend she had a twin sister for the time being... but this was still crazy...
Marina hurt herself in her confusion, the spectacle was entertaining but extremely confusing. Marina could no longer tell which one was the copy.
The Jezelles pretty much did as instructed though not without uncountable amounts of furtive glances across the kitchen at each other, as if trying to either find something out of place in the other to prove who was the copy/clone, or to keep an eye on them to make sure they didn't try anything suspicious.
Looking over as the sandwiches were finished, Erin nodded. "All righ, get them all to a plate and wait for me." She said, finally finishing the oatmeal and serving it out in various bowls. Brown sugar, butter in the middle. "And we are done. All right, you," She said tapping Jezelle 2 on the shoulder. "See if you can't find Alex and get him to the basement. You," She said to the other one. "Come with me and take a pair of bowls. We're gonna go downstairs. And brace yourself if you're the one that hasn't seen Trevor yet."
Marina helped carry the last two bowls down to the dining area in the basement. She didn't dare look at the two Jezelles in fear of what it implied. She focused on getting the food downstairs and tried her best to stay calm.
The silence between the Jezelles probably said more than enough, as they mostly just glared and watched each other suspiciously, both of them probably afraid of speaking in sync again which was quite maddening to them. Not that they needed to speak in that case, since they both already knew each others responses simply by answering their own.
Jezelle 2 merely wandered off to go find Alex and the other Jezelle just shrugged and picked up a pair of bowls like instructed.
"Yeah I've... wait... no I haven't seen Trevor yet... how strange, I coulda swore I did..." Jezelle said, spacing out a little as she went to follow Erin, "He's a catman... he was wearing boxers wasn't he... but I didn't see him..."
"One of you did." Erin said. "Not sure which one it was." She got two bowls for herself and headed downstairs. "Breakfast!" She called. "Trev, yours is comming. Only so many hands between the two of us. Jez is looking for Alex by the way."
Meanwhile, Study. Suddenly a call!
Alex was sitting in a sem-trance condition when suddenly his mobile phone rang. Shaking off his throughts he jumped off the bed and walked towards his jeans that contained the said phone, intending to pick it up. He already guessed who could it be...
...Yeah, dad. Vasily picked up the phone and started a talk, that could be translated like that:
"Hello?"
"Hello. Now where are you?" the voice said, with some sort of supressed anger replaced with some sort of sarcasm.
"Eeeeh... I had to stay at Trevor's place due to unforseen consequences." Alex replied, noticing how his voice... Changed. That threw him off the guard a bit.
"What consequences? Playing videogames all night?" the voice in phone replied
"Haha, no. We were a bit paranoid about the gaz event and so until the gazmasks arrive, we don't plan to leave this place." Alex replied, not believing his lie himself.
"Videogames." the voice stated confidently.
"Okay, videogames. I'll get to hom--"
"Don't you know that everyone was worried? You never leave the home for so much time without telling us beforehand." the voice replied, interrupting Alex and sounding a bit more irritated.
"Huh..." Alex could only reply like that, before getting another reply
"Anyway, quickly gather yourself and get back home. We need to talk." the voice said
"Okay... Later?"
"Goodbye."
And so Alex had some sort of trouble. Not wishing to see (hear?) the wrath of [Khan] his father he needed to get out, but the problem was that he was a little bit feline. So getting out without some sort of damn good disguise wasn't an option. He would probably look like a weird if he would ever have to cover all his body...
"Oi, Alex! Erin's cooked us up some breakfast!" Jezelle 2 called to proceed her arrival at the study door, giving a swift knock before attempting to enter.
"AH." Alex yelled, hearing the knock. Not having any idea how to react he decided to win himself some time "NO ENTRY, I AM NUDE." he yelled. That was the first thing that came to his mind, and it was usually effective to keep away people.
Alex Bluff: 20
After Marina brought the bowls of oatmeal downstair she returned upstairs to check on Alex. Noting Jezelle was there at roughly the same time Jezelle was downstairs. Marina decided to deny the existence of one of the jezelles unless they were in the same room togetherr in which case they were treated as one. "Then get dressed, we're having breakfast", Marina shouted back at him.
"Aaaaah, okay..." Alex said, trying to keep up cheerful and relaxed tone. "Anything unusual happened in night by the way?" Alex then asked, remembering his change of state that happened while he was sleeping.
Delivering the food downstairs, All of it, Erin headed to where Marina and Jezelle were clustered. "Hello? Alex? Food's ready. Now." She insisted.
"Nothing too unusual...well, I'm human again...As for the other...well you should come and see", Marina said to Alex.
"Eeh..." Alex had no idea what to reply here. Hoping that it was not that unusual for him to be like that (Marina turned into goo-girl after all) he put on his jeans, opened up the door and peeked out, revealing a feline face with grey fur with black markings, cute feline eyes and a pair of ears with tufts sitting atop of them "...Yeah, kind of a change for me." he said with a small smirk.
"Well see ya at breakfast then, don't take too long", Marina said to Alex before she left to rejoin Erin at the dining table.
"Can't be any worse that Marina's or Tr--Ahhh, forget I said that." Erin said. "By the way, just checking but you're not allergic to anything are you?" When Erin saw what happened, she chuckled. "Guess not. Well, that... could be worse." She said. "Come on, let's go."
Jezelle immediately froze when Alex called out, sighing a little with a slight puzzled expression. And then Marina and Erin decided to come check on Alex as well and she was left sort of staring at them, eyes narrowed a little.
"Why'd you even tell me to come here?" Jezelle queried Erin.
Discovering Alex had joined the furry club as well came as a substantially less of a shock, so much that it was only afforded a small glance of surprise. After all, Trevor had joined the furry club and Marina had broke physics, and Jezelle herself made conventional science go cry in a corner, so seeing another abnormality of an existing club was less heart-stopping. In fact, seeing a second one make a whacked kind of sense... much like Alex and Erin both talking to computers, if such a thing could be considered normal it'd be logical to assume it'd occur more than once.
"Because I was busy multitasking and I didn't want you to psychotically maul your clone." Erin said. "I'm sure you or that other person wouldn't want to clean up all the blood and broken bits of furniture in the aftermath." Erin said then headed downstairs.
Jezellle continued staring at Erin for a moment before shrugging and letting out another sigh.
"Well whatever, I guess I'll go downstairs since I'm not needed here," Jezelle said, wandering off back toward the basement.
And then Alex stood with a nearly dropped jaw staring at these three girls that had reaction about him like that of the tourists in zoo. Seriously? He shifted in extreme way and all they've said was... "Come and eat?"
Mad world. Sighing, Alex slowly walked to the kitchen, preparing to see any kinds of insanity - withnessing a Cthulhu would probably could be the only redemptive sight for them.
Meanwhile, down below (that almost sounds like an innuendo...)--------------
Well... that happened. So Henry was showing up. In retrospect; agreeing to that might have been a Bad Idea. Possible even a Very Bad Idea. Through... Henry did have a point. This was getting out of hand. He sighed and grabbed and shirt. He was still struggling to get into it (really should have grabbed one with a larger neck hole) when he left his room since he could hear people coming down.
"Hey, Henry called and-" he managed to get his head through the shirt (without hurting he ears) as the second Jez entered the room, the first already being around the table. He did a hasty backtracking and stumbled, falling on his rump. "Ohwhathell?"
"Yeah, there's two of me now," they both said at the same time, causing yet another death glare at each other mixed with exasperation. Jezelle 2 fortunately waved toward the other to give her right of way.
"Makes less sense than liquidating or furrifying..." Jezelle remarked, cradling her bowl in her hands.
Descending down the stiars, Erin looked at the food she had prepaired for Trevor and the others. "Hope you guys like it." She said, checking the reactions of everyone in attendance.
Trevor finger waivered between the two Jezelles, confused shock the expression of the moment. "Wha...? Ah.. Ah... E-entropic cccascade failure?"
At some point Alex got down below and stood in another shocked pause as he saw dual-Jezelle and another feline-guy in the basement. "Eeeeh..." he muttered, one of his fingers pointing somewhere at ceiling, as if he wanted to say something smart, but forgot what did he want to say initially. By the quick glance Alex could figure out that the catguy is Trevor - or some hobo that they've picked up from street. "Dual-Jezelle? You have twin sister?" Alex questioned and then nodded in direction of possible-Trevor possible-hobo (//takethat) "This is Trevor?"
Trevor manage to tear himself away from the sight of the 'twins' (he knew for a fact that Jez didn't have a twin sister) to the other person. Another cat. This was one of those times that being previously seated was a good thing. He slowly covered his face with his hands. "I need a new weirdness quota... no no, it's a dream... no, better, a shared delusional fantasy... yeah.. that's what it is..."
"No, Alex, I don't have a twin sister, that's why this is weird," Jezelle 2 said, rubbing a temple.
"What kinda delusional fantasy has me in two places at once?" Jezelle asked Trevor scrutinizingly, "And besides, this might of been less strange if-"
"-she didn't know exactly what I was going to say," Jezelle 2 finished, and you could swear the other Jezelle nearly had smoke blowing out of her ears as she glared at Jezelle 2.
"Double mint advertisment for hell..." Trevor murmured.
Alex stood, staring at the three unusual sights, probably getting the same effect that Trevor did. "Interesting..." he muttered, staring first at Trevor and then at Jezelle.
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Jezelle ran a hand over her face, looking a little tired.
"Can't you just go somewhere else?" Jezelle asked the other.
"Why should I go somewhere else? You could be the copy," the other Jezelle returned, almost imperious but it was almost like she was reciting the rest of a script.
Jezelle pinched the bridge of her nose and closed her eyes.
"What the hell do I do here..." Jezelle said with a suppressed groan, "At least everyone elses' weirdtime wasn't so... obnoxious...?"
"Anyone got any questions? Something only you and the real Jezelle would know?" Erin offered. "I tried earlier, but it didn't work that well."
"That probably won't ever work, Erin," Jezelle 2 said with a little despair, "We're in each others' heads, or something like that... I got memories of my whole childhood, friends, family, everything."
"But I have those memories too..." Jezelle said, eyes narrowing.
"I know, that's the problem," Jezelle 2 returned.
Meanwhile, Alex walked down to the free spot like a ghost, staring into nothing and started slowly devoiring the food. Now that's weird. He needed a bit more time to cope with more changes... And entered some sort of BSOD again.
"Henry's swinging by," Trevor said after a moment.
Erin frowned when she heard the two Jezelle's words. "Hmmm... Well then we're screwed to see who's the right one." She thought about comic books since they seemed to be turning into superheros of some discription. Various superpowers being displayed after all. Two Beast boys, a Senetor Kelly from the Xmen movies, and a technokenetic from Mutant X. "Well... This might be a long shot, but maybe you're BOTH the original?" Erin offered.
"What!? Henry!? Why is he coming here!?" the Jezelles said in alarm, the one at the table had a hard expression from frustration but hadn't thrown it at the other, instead looking down and deciding to stuff her face with oatmeal.
"We're a freakshow, Trevor, why is Henry coming here?" Jezelle 2 asked, looking a little worried.
"Something about being attacked by spiderwoman and tearing a door off it's hinges and tossing it at her... and taking us to the hospital..." Trevor murmured.
Jezelle 2 sort of just stood there in silence with an expression that said everything, from slight surprise that Henry was also being changed to anxiety from the idea of going to a hospital.
"That can either be really good or really bad." Erin said. "Still, it'll help to know what's happening to us."
"Exactly what he said," Trevor sighed. "It just seems to be getting worse and worse... What if it doesn't stop..?"
"If you don't want to be a kitty, I'll take it." Erin said off handely. "Though I thought you liked and often associated yourself with cats?" She thought for a moment. "Besides, maybe you'll get mist powers and turn into Greycat."
"The irony of the situation is not lost on me," Trevor growled at her as he got but up to his feet.
"Just trying to be optimistic here." Erin said, palms towards Trevor.
"You can afford it," Trevor scowled, tension making him clench his fist and stiffen his shoulders.. "You don't have any worry about anyway. You are still normal. You don't have to worry about hiding anything. Fear going outside. Worry about what this all means." He stopped suddenly, the tension in his shoulders fading suddenly as she slumped. He turned and headed back into his room, closing the door behind him... and on his tail.
"Fa saen Dae!" Trevor swore, whimpering and muttering behind his ajar door.
"Ouch..." Erin said wincing as she imagined getting a tail caught in the door. Always an unaddressed problem with newly transformed furries. "You all right over there?" She asked then went back to eating the food she had made. As usual, it was good and very filling, but at the same time, she frowned a little. There was never enough brown sugar... and the sugar/butter ratio was just never enough.
"Shut up! Just... shut up," Trevor whimpered as he rubbed the bruised member. Damn tail. How was he supposed to keep track of this thing. He could hardly tell were it was it was at a given time.
"i suppose its good to know im not the only circus freak among us", marina said jokingly to the others at breakfast. she had finished her oatmeal. "and henry's coming...eh i doubt any hospital knows how to deal with this" marina gestured to encompass the whole circus.
"Fine!" Erin said somewhat hurt that Trevor had snapped at her. "I won't offer to help. If you're gonna be THAT way. Here I was trying to be nice and keep us in good spirits but if you want to be a jerk, fine. See if I care."
"As if you cared in the first place," Trevor muttered to himself. He leaned against the wall behind the door, slowly sliding down to slumped on the floor. Pulling his knees to his chest, he started up with mental mantra again. And immediately hit a snag. There was only so much denial could do. He slowly brought his hands up to his head, the trembling that last started up when Marina melted coming back for an encore. But this time, he was the victim of the impossible situation. Silent tears moistened the fur around his eyes. This is my space and I control it, so nothing bad will happen in it. This is my space and I control it, so nothing bad will happen in it, he repeated to himself, over and over. Since his eyes were unfocused and distorted by the tears anyway, he didn't notice the slight wavering in the air around him.
"You clearly don't know anything about me." Erin said nd waved Trevor to go away since she thought he was leaving. Going back to eating, she thought about going to the hospital alone.
"He needs time to sort it out for himself...I got that time inside the washer", marina said to erin
Erin looked at the watergirl then nodded, swallowing the last of her food. "Hmmm... Probbaly. I hope he'll be fine. We'd better not intrude."
In the Man-Cave of Solitude----
Jezelle paused a moment in the middle of her oatmeal when Trevor withdrew to his room, frowning a little in concern as she watched Erin and Marina for a moment, before throwing an indicative glance at her 'twin'. Since there was two of them and they both seemed to know what each other was thinking, this kind of made things convenient -though as if there was another option, considering having two Jezelles go to check on Trevor probably wouldn't help...
"Don't act like you have it all figured out," Jezelle 2 accused the other Jezelle, "We can pass ourselves off as weird twins, Trev's kinda stuck and you know we have no idea how to help."
"Just check on him," Jezelle said in exasperation after hastily swallowing a mouthful.
Jezelle 2 grumbled a little and went over to lightly tap on the door to signal she was there.
"Trev... are you... um... did you wanna talk or something?" Jezelle 2 asked a little awkwardly, not entirely sure what to say since asking the typical 'are you okay' sounded absolutely absurd.
The knocking disrupted his little mental get away, slicing through his layers of isolation. The scent sorta helped too. He blinked a few times. He was about to say no when the words of ghost Nappa, said when he was still alive, popped unbidden into his head. 'The first step to working out your problems is healthy communication.'' Trevor sighed frustratedly. "Goddammit, Nappa... I mean sure..."
Jezelle 2 eased open the door and stepped halfway in, poking her head in and glancing around to locate the furry in question before closing the door behind her and sitting down against the wall next to the door, mostly mirroring Trevor.
"...I'll be honest, I don't know how to do these things," Jezelle 2 said a little sheepishly, throwing the odd glance at Trevor.
"That makes both of us," Trevor said, falling back to his tried and tested running his hands over his head method. Even if the ears did detract from the stabilizing factor it normally offered. He exhaled, the air hissing through his lightly clenched teeth. "Every time I think I have a a handle on it, think I've gotten it, something happens and I'm off balance again..."
"Heh... I hear that..." Jezelle said with grim humor, hugging her knees a little tighter, "I'm starting to wonder if there's even a handle to be had. I mean, admit it, there's no way science can explain this -not neatly anyway, not without holes. I'm sure there might be some twisted way that turning into a cat-person might be physically possible with enough messing with genetics, but I'm sharing a mind with a twin that popped out of nowhere. You reckon we should even try to use logic or rationality or attempt to explain all this?"
It was an honest question, Jezelle's head was pretty scrambled and everything felt like she was watching behind a haze or some special glass wall -like a TV, stuff that happened on TV didn't have to make sense.
Now that she brought it up, a dozen or so permutations were running through Trevor's head. He really shouldn't have taking all those assorted science classes... On the other hand, it was sorta helpful. In the 'bucket under a leak while you looked for bigger one before you looked into actually fixing the leak' sorta way. "Science is all about not having answers. People just tend to forget that part..." He looked down at his feet thought fully and realized something... he lost a toe... One each foot... Of all the... Okay, the universe was just messing with him now. "It might help though," he said with an exasperated sigh. Points to him, he did break down again. He tried to whip away the evidence of his earlier tearbending. (Another downside of fur; liquid didn't just smear away, it sorta soaked in...)
"But otherwise, how are we supposed to figure this out?" Jezelle asked a little rhetorically, "I mean, what happened to us overnight is more something that takes years to cook up in a lab by a mad scientist or something; evolution doesn't happen that quick, and science isn't this precise."
Of course, she wasn't exactly a guru on these matters but from all the smattering of knowledge she'd picked up here and there from uncountable sources, that kind of information sort of just clicked over time.
"Cell mutations tend to show up in the next generation. Or cause cancer," Trevor sighed, wriggling his toes. "The body just doesn't go through enough divisions at once for a mutation to be this... drastic. And it isn't normally something you survive... Not that I'm complaining... being alive is always a good thing," Trevor added quickly. "But what if it's something at the higher bio levels? Like theoretical quantum physics level, rather than the stuff in the general text books?" Yes... quantum science was his answer for everything.
The moment Trevor brought up the cancer idea Jezelle immediately looked poleaxed or something as she stared off into blank space.
"Well... that's... nice... now I'm terrified I have cancer as well as being a fake clone..." Jezelle said, a little spacy for a moment but eventually came to and attempted to push that train of thought aside for a moment.
"And I only covered basic science in school..." Jezelle said indicatively, helplessly, "On the off chance it is this 'quantum physics' thing, still doesn't really help... I mean, the world's technology isn't far enough to do this sorta thing."
"Besides," Jezelle began suddenly, nearly tipping herself over as she reached across to grab Trevor's fur, "Does mutation make you grow hair super fast and then stop?"
"Um... sorry about that," Trevor said sheepishly, in reference to the cancer scare. In fact, he was scaring himself with that now... what if he had cancer? Ignorance really was bliss. He yelped when she grabbed his fur. "Um... ow..." he hissed softly. But he quickly ran the question through his mind, comparing it with his two decades worth of horded random knowledge. "Hy-hyperthichosis or something like that."
He paused before continuing. "Wolfman's syndrome. It causes excessive hair growth throughout the body. It's genetic, and can either show up at birth or later in life." He looked down at his hands. Maybe? "But a full growth over night? I don't know..."
"So... we have, twins with some kind of psychic link and two cat-guys who managed to grow a full body of fur overnight... a girl who can change her body state to water and back and two computer-talkers..." Jezelle summed up, "I don't... see a pattern there. We all pretty much changed across a night and a bit so something had to trigger the changes, but... such drastically different changes... I'm sorry, I'm not sure if I'm trying to find an explanation or a reason to shelve this as 'magic' or something and just try and sorta ignore it."
"You said Henry was coming to take us to the hospital, I think it'd be stupid to let you or Alex go but if the effects are different, the possible 'cancer' things will probably be different too," Jezelle said, attempting to puzzle things out -mostly unsuccessful, "But a hospital would at least be able to tell if there was something wrong 'conventionally' speaking, -like cancer. This is going to be a mess..."
"Can you please stop saying cancer," Trevor begged. Yeesh, he was going to have nightmares. Well... more nightmares. Black men were already prone to prostate cancer... wait... did he even qualify as a black man anymore? As a man? A human? He hastily mentally backtracked. He was not going there again. At least, not now. How knows... Henry's planned side trip might end up with him being referred to a vet... Hasty mental backtrack, take two. "The only common factor is the chemical explosion. The most recent one, that is. (Damn... I did not want Alex to be right...)"
"Iknowright," Jezelle said in incredulous exasperation about the remark about saying cancer, as she herself was looking a little bug-eyed and twitchy, "Ijustcan'tstopthinkingaboutitnow."
"Chemical explosion huh..." Jezelle said, all of a sudden resuming her slightly mournful, thoughtful disposition, "That kind of stuff can't be stable... hospital sounds inevitable now..."
"Because six people (seven if you count Henry) all experiencing reality altering changes is oh so stable," Trevor commented, an eyebrow (he was not getting caught up in semantics right now) raised. When the snark heard the call, there was no holding it back. "Oh, two points, if your think is quantum related an not a lu-ah... and not just some weird as asexual reproduction, both of you might be the original. And this might just be science outside of what humans now. There are people in Inuit communities who think the internet is magic, and tribes in the Solomon islands who believe a radio and tv are great works of the spirits. Magic is just unknown science."
"Razzum...frazzum..." Jezelle grumbled at Trevor's snark, her arm blurring for a moment as she punched his shoulder grumpily, "Shaddup I'm trying to brood..."
Such vague and easily understandable logic Trevor presented, it was easy to get swept up in it but the constant banter of quasi-merged thoughts in her mind of the other Jezelle were one hell of a way to make her skeptical of everything.
Both being the original seemed... too convenient? Or perhaps she just couldn't get her head around such a thing, because there was clearly one of her before she woke up, and there had only been one of her in her memories. She was supposed to bend her head around the idea that there were simply two of her now? One soul, two bodies sorta thing? That just sounded stupid and impossible...
"Heh that... didn't really hurt... huh..." Trevor said curiously, rubbing his shoulder. Odd. "But apparently we aren't allowed to brood, according to miss optimism out there," he said. His tail actually pointed in Erin's direction, not of his own accord. Strangely enough, he might have been the optimistic one if things were reversed... Okay, not optimistic, but the one who would be waiting for the bright side to come around.
"Don't make me hit you again -eh, I think we're all a mess, given the circumstances," Jezelle said with a sigh, "It seems like nothing is going to be sorted out until we check if we've got... um... until we go to the hospital. If they give us a mostly clean bill of health then anything else is basically out of our hands unless we want to become guinea pigs for some secret science... thing."
Trevor sulked a bit, his ears dropping. "That's the part I'm afraid of..." He blamed fiction. So many stories about people in similar situations ending up being research subjects, for better or for worse. And the worse part, he could see some validity in it. What if they were contagious of something? What if they were quarintined for further observation by the CIDPC? What if his house was quarintined because Marina's melting contaminated it? Did his poking have anything to do with it? And the cops that showed up... where they virulent?
Trevor took a deep breath to reign in the herd of thoughts that were running rampant. "Great..." he muttered. "Now I'm all disconcerted and anxious again..."
"Hey..." Jezelle objected sternly, poking Trevor's shoulder, "Anxiety ain't gonna fix this. Shit's out of our hands for now, worrying won't change it."
"I give you permission to worry after we've been to the hospital," Jezelle said with a smirk.
"Does that mean I can... blame you if this does turn out to be a Bad Idea?" Trevor asked after a moment. He would have said punch, but he already had that notice from last night... No need to add fuel to some embers.
"Sure, but relax, we have backup now, there's two of me," Jezelle said with a joker's confidence, raising a strong arm and patting a bicep.[d]
"So... two people to blame when things go wrong?" Trevor said with a slow smile. "Three if you count Henry. He's the one who suggested all this."[Donavon]
"Even better! Me, myself and you can all blame Henry if this goes south!" Jezelle said with rising mock-zeal.[d]
"Remind me again why I'm encouraging this," Trevor chuckled. Look! Humour and level headed happiness had returned! And that street sign! He was on Rue de Récupération! ((Curse being in montreal...)) "You know... if there was another one of you, you could pull off the Me, Myself and I routine."
Jezelle turned her head slowly and sort of stared at Trevor, kind of a small smile on her face but otherwise looked expressionless -save for the fact her left eye was twitching ever-so-slightly from the thought of another of herself.
"Yeah, yeah, I know, horrible idea..." Trevor said quickly, raising his hands defensively. "Please don't try to hurt me."
Meanwhile, in the basement great room--------
Marina didn't say much all breakfast. Preferring to focus on eating and then thinking. She thought of a great many things, several of which are best not mentioned in pleasant company, the rest were half formed and best mentioned after she figured stuff out. She also considered how best to try to change back to water. So far it amounted to want to and it would happen. She was hoping for an actual trigger.
"So..." Erin said looking to Alex. "How are you holding up?"
"Ah?" Alex said, getting out from his trance-like condition. "I... Dunno..."
"You know, if you ever need a hug for comforting or anything like that, all you have to do is ask." Erin said. "Unless you're going to be like him," she siad pointing her thumb towards the door Trevor had retreated behind. "By the way, I think I'm gonna need help with identifying just what the hell I'm doing on my laptop."
"...Eeeh..." Alex said being confused "Okay..?"
"Thanks." Erin smiled, wiating for him to finish the breakfast she made. "And I guess if you want an egg sandwich you can have them. Trev's not coming out anytime soon."
"I hate eggs." Alex replied, still considering the stuff that happened to him for past two days.
"Ah... Still, if you need anything like a hug or whatever, just let me know." Erin shrugged and took one to eat.
"I don't." Alex replied, raising an eyebrow, wondering why would Erin be such pushy about hugs.
Erin finished off the sandwich and relaxed as she waited for Alex to finish off his food and to see if anyone likable wanted some comforting. Though with Jezelle's Cloning Blues, Trevor's jerkass attitude, Alex being rather meh from what she could tell, and Marina being strangely happy for some reason, that didn't seem likely.
