Mutants and Masterminds: The Big Bang
Kent Map: http://img248.imageshack.us/img248/2686/labelled.jpg
It all started with a Big Bang. Not the universe, but the story. Every hero has an origin. Some... more complicated than others. In this case, it starts with a chemical factory on the outskirts of a Toronto Suburb. And a botched attempt to steal an experimental drug. In the stand-off between the authorities and the would-be criminals, and series of unlikely circumstances resulted in an explosion that vaporized a large portion of the facilities stock, adding a new flavour to the morning's smog.
A public service announcement swore it was non-toxic and harmless, aside from the smell and triggering of asthma attacks. But every cover story is a cover for something. And all a fancy chemical mix needs is the proper metagene to awaken.
But that's a story for the next morning. A nice few hours for the chemical stew to... stew. Until then, our heroes have their gaming group to go to.
Mew :: http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetvie...sheetid=529567 :: Marina Fischer [water]
Greycat :: http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetvie...sheetid=529361 :: Trevor Greyson [fire]
Blanda :: http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetvie...sheetid=529626 :: Jezelle Rivers [air]
Noch :: http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetvie...sheetid=529659 :: Alexander Nochin [wood]
Yellow 13: http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetvie...sheetid=529762 :: Erin O'Neill [metal]
Necar ::http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetvie...sheetid=530766 :: Henry Mason [earth]
Character check: Occupation, Age, Residence
:: Trevor; Student/Volunteer in the local YMCA, 21, Parents
:: Marina, Aimless/Volunteer at family business 19 Parents
:: Erin, Journalism student at College, 23, Student housing
:: Alexander, Student at High School, 16, Rented room with dad
:: Jezelle, Student/Athlete, 20, Student housing
:: Henry Mason, Janitor, 26, apartment
::Game Night. Saturday, March 7, 2013. 5:04 pm::
"Trevor! Can you grab my bag!" his father yelled from the garage door. With a sigh, Trevor abandoned his supplies and retrieved the item in question. All the faster for them to leave he supposed. His folks were out for a Worker-Spouse meeting, and would be out of town for the night and day. Which coincided nicely with game night. It meant they could actually use the dining room table for once, and not be banished to the basement.
Bag handed over, he waved (a trace bit impatiently) as they back out into the evening. It had been a real chore to even get them to still leave after the explosion in the morning. As soon as it was polite enough, he dropped the garage door and sprinted back inside for some last minute prep.
Erin meanwhile was getting everything ready for the game. She was DMing this new game and she did quite a lot for it. She never hosted one before though and she hoped that people would like it. A quick adventure to see if she even wanted to go on DMing as well. "Well... here goes." She said and left, wanting to get there early. Partly because her journalism instincts were kicking in. Generally, she always got to the interviews at least 15 minutes early... This time, she'd prefer to have an hour to talk with Trevor, the most experienced of the DMs in the group.
Leaving her dorm, she took a bus to Trevor's house, giving herself lots of time to get there. The bus ride took about half an hour and she got off... Not what she would have liked, but she'd deal with it. Erin knocked on the door to Trevor's house, waiting in the slush.
Trevor was nibbling on some fabric, skimming through XSGCOM, seething with hate when someone knocked. Someone was early for once. Well... five minutes... Meh. Still counts as early. Door, door, door... Door? He blinked. "Hey Erin. Is that a new coat?"
Marina took the bus over to Trevor's house. She got off a few stops too early and decided to just walk the rest of the way to the house. Admittedly she barely even noticed the after effects of the big bang earlier that day. Just a usual problem at a chemical plant...as far as she could tell it was nothing that should concern her. So why was she suddenly feeling queasy this day. And she was sweaty in this cold weather...it made no sense. She pushed those thoughts aside and entered behind Erin. "Hey guys!", she said cheerfully, "How's life.". She looked sweaty in the cold air, almost as if drenched in sweat. But none of the smell that usually accompanies excessive sweating.
Erin smiled. "Good eye, yeah. I know I’m early I just wanted to run some general ideas past you with the adventure I got. Hopefully it's better than the... disaster." She said, referring to the previous time she tried running a game. As she spoke, her eyes suddenly flashed much like those of a Gou'ald possessed human.
"So... the hair dye and contacts are your attempts at being an evil DM?" Trevor asked as he headed to the door again. "A bit more... committed than I would have expected. Loso Miriam," he said, giving her a two finger salute before closing the door. "Did you run here?"
"Hair dye...?" Erin asked. "Contacts...?" She said truly confused. Under the hood of her coat, her hair had changed as well from brown to silver. "What are you--" She brought a strand of hair in front of her eyes and blinked. "Whoa! Okay, I did not do that!" She pushed aside the confusion and looked at Marina. "Hey, you all right? You look kinda sick..."
"Nah I'm fine...a little queasy earlier, but should be fine now.", she said calmly, "Don't know why I'm now sweating more...Hopefully it has nothing to do with that big bang on the news. They said it was harmless after all..."
"Meh... Chemicals in the air are never good... There is a reason I don't go to chemistry labs anymore. They always give me headaches..." Trevor said thoughtfully. "Water?"
"What about water?", Marina asked slightly distracted.
Erin's eyes lit up, literally even. "Oh! I went out to cover that!" She said proudly. "Lemmie know and next time, I'll bring the newscast my class did!"
"Libel and slander," Trevor said with a helpful smile before heading to the fridge. "To drink."
"How would it be either one of those things? You've seen my stuff." Erin pointed out... then facepalmed at Marina's question.
"Yeah a bit concerned actually, but yeah I'd like a drink...what do you have?", Marina asked.
"It's libel and slander to accuse people on a medium with a built in audience." Trevor dipped his head into the fridge. Ah, blessed coolness. "Water... sprite... orange juice... garlic concoction... iced tea... ginger ale..."
"I'll take some sprite," Erin said, always a fan of soft drinks whenever she could get her hands on them since her parents stopped regularly getting them and replaced them with fruit juice cans.
"You Miriam?" Trevor asked, reaching for the two liter in question.
"Sprite please.", she said.
"Two sprites for the lovely ladies." Trevor, bottle in hand, closed the fridge and grabbed two glasses from the cupboard. He made a show of it, moistening the rim under the pipe and dipping it in the container of white sugar before pouring the drinks. He even dropped little umbrellas in them before he handed them over.
"Your beverages, Ma'am," Trevor said in a faux British accent.
"Thank you, kind sir," Erin said smiling. "You didn't need to do all this fancy stuff though," She said chuckling. "Still, thanks."
"Thanks are in order sir for the fine drink", Marina said in a faux British accent taking her drink, "But tell me guv'ner was the tiny parasol really necessary."
"Of course, ma'am," Trevor said with an air of sophistication. "How else would I be able to invoke the tropical airs."
"For that you would need a lemon wedge...", Marina said dropping the accent, "And it's midwinter."
"And if it really was tropical, I'd ask for a Caesar." Erin admitted. "You know, the red drink, celery stick?" She said.
"Meh. I have lemons in the fridge, but they take time to slice..." Trevor admitted. "And no... That just sounds like a nasty cup of vegetable juice..." He didn't drink. And he could literally count on one hand the number of cocktails he knew. He glanced at the clock. The others were late. Again... He sighed quietly.
Marina sat down, the drink helping to alleviate her stress. Fortunately the sweating had stopped. "I'm feeling much better.", she said.
"First world problems," Erin teased. "And well... that's your opinion. I like it, myself."
"Not so much first world problems as it is 'not wanting to make the people I offered refreshments to wait too long'," Trevor said, poking Erin's shoulder.
"Ow," Erin said in response to being poked, not that she felt any pain. "So, has anyone heard from the others?"
"When do we ever..." Trevor muttered.
"You'd think people would tell us if they couldn't make it..." Erin sighed. "I mean I'd tell you guys if I couldn't make it. And I had the adventure planned for four at least... I suppose I could de level some things." She said and went to the living room to unpack her laptop and get everything ready.
"Or we can just wait for everyone else to get here.", Marina said sipping her drink. She still felt beads of sweat trailing down her arms and neck gathering in a pool at her feet but not wetting the floor. Her shirt was getting a little wet from the sweat.
"They'd better not use the factory explosion as an excuse..." Trevor muttered with a faint snarl. "I was about a block away. Don't see me complaining. I still have a headache..."
"And I took a lot of shots going as close as I could to it." Erin added. "While lugging around lots of camera equipment, I might add." She said, rubbing her shoulders. "If you want a workout for your classes, join the Journalism program and do all your work solo."
"Funny, I think this sweating problem started only after the factory explosion...it's probably just a coincidence.", Marina shrugged.
"What's the term... Um... Bah. Mental illness. Self-inflicted," Trevor shrugged. Then again... he had his headache... though he always got those from any complex mix of chemicals.
"Hypochondria?" Erin called from the living room. In her boredom, she opened up MS Paint and began doodling. She never doodled before, but she just got the urge to do it.
"Wouldn't that have stopped after I got inside?", Marina asked taking another sip.
"Not if your mind decided it wasn't so," Trevor said, plopping down into the sofa. He made vaguely mystical motions with his hands. "The body is a puppet of the mind."
"Suppose that's why I'm soaked now.", Marina sighed, "Ah well."
"A shower might help," Trevor shrugged.
"Might as well get one," Erin said, not looking up as she continued to doodle, not sure what she was doodling though, but it was... something, that was for sure. It had to be something, right? "There's time right now while we wait for the slowpokes."
"I'm pretty sure I can find something for you to change into," Trevor added. "I can even toss your other clothes in the wash."
This did make Erin look up. "And you have girl's clothes in your place why? And your mom's stuff doesn't count."
"Ah..." Yeah, Trevor realized just how awkward that sounded. "They are my cousins. She left some stuff here the last time she visited. And some things are gender neutral..."
Marina had been in Trevor's place before she knew where the shower was. "If you don't mind me borrowing your cousin's clothes or using your shower.", Marina said.
"I don't," Trevor said. He got up from the chair hands free and made for the linen closet to grab a towel and wash cloth, then to the spare room. AKA; guest room AKA; extra clothes storage facility. He had to admit, searching through the draw did feel a bit like an invasion of privacy, but...
"Towels, soap, and a change of clothes," He announced, heading to the bathroom door.
Marina followed Trevor through the house. Though she continued to sweat none of the droplets remained on the wood floor...She thought little of it. "Thank you.", she said taking the towel, soap, and extra clothes. She entered the bathroom and locked the door.
Trevor made a break for it. He had put some underwear in there, and he really didn't want to be in range when she found it. That was sorta awkward, so he didn't want to deal with it.
[And they sat in awkward silence for the 10-30mins it took Marina to shower]
Erin was mostly silent, half the time was spent hammering out more doodles with the track pad of her laptop and MS Paint while the other half was spent actually doing what she was supposed to be doing for the game. Though she only spent about 30 seconds on game stuff before getting bored and going back.
"What are you doing anyway?" Trevor asked, looking over her shoulder after an almond run. To spare the cotton.
"I..." Erin said blinking, but not looking up. "I dunno..." She admitted. "Doodling while we wait, I guess." She looked over the doodles, and rubbed her eyes, getting eyestrain. "Ugh..." She couldn't make heads or tails out of what she was seeing, but some... other part of her could. It knew exactly what she was doing. In fact, it knew how to make what she was doing even better.
Design check: http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3961944/ 17, DC 14
So; four hours to design it, and 16 to build
When Marina returned to the group she had stopped sweating. But something was off, her skin looked slightly unnatural. Only slightly though, she was significantly more cheerful after her shower and Trevor's cousin's clothes fit alright. "Have the others arrived yet!" she shouted happily before returning to her seat. She grabbed her drink and stood up again moving to behind Erin. "I feel much better now.", she said.
"Jesus Marina..." Erin said finally looking up, now that her inner... Thing had been satisfied. She saved the designs and looked to the girl in question. "You sure...? Because you really don't look it... In fact you look worse. Seriously, go home. Get some sleep. You don't have to pretend to be tough for us. That's Alessa's job."
"Worse?", she asked.
Meanwhile, through the street walked a (very) young guy, navigating towards the place where the rest of people were. Having a pair of headphones in his ears he walked, trying to keep his pace with music that played there. And finally, he reached the needed door and rang the bell, already feeling a bit awkward.
"Yeah. Have you seen yourself in the mirror lately?" Erin asked.
"Yes, but I don't see your point.", Marina said.
"Meh..." Trevor said, not offering comment. He instead went to the door and swung it open. Him standing there, framed by the light spilling out, face mostly hidden by the shadows cast over it and all did make for a rather imposed image. "You... are late."
"You look sick. You probably are sick." Erin explained. "Seriously... Even if you might feel fine, you REALLY don't look it." Getting some tissue out of her pocket she used to stop nosebleeds, she pressed it against her head to dry the area before pressing her palm to her forehead, checking the temperature. Taking her palm away, she frowned. "Well... Just take it easy for now, I guess..."
"Oh... Hello there?" Alex said, covering his face from light "I think I am. Goddamn school." he said with disgusted expression and then looked behind Trevor, wondering if he can enter.
"Hello Alex.", Marina said with a grin, finally something to stop Erin from trying to pretend to know medicine. "How's life?", she asked him.
"Might as well come in, but you aren't getting a special drink," Trevor declared, hearing Marina behind him and standing aside to give the boy access. He cleared his throat and announced in his best court herald tone, "Presenting his royal majesty, Prince Alexander the 4th!"
"Terrible, as always." Alex replied to Marina, before awkwardly entering and staring at Trevor with risen eyebrow. "Hi everyone else." he said to "everyone else" in the room.
"Hello," Erin said looking up. "By the way, before you ask, no I didn't do anything to my hair. Or eyes... They just sorta... Did something on their own." She said futilely, honestly not knowing how this had happened.
"Hey, that's mean," Trevor grinned behind Alex. "Is that anyway to treat your host? And don't believe her. It's an elaborate ruse to catch us off guard."
"In all the time you've known me, do you really think I'd bleach my hair for no reason?" Erin chuckled.
"It is not out of the realm of possibility.", Marina said to Erin, "Any idea where Jezelle is?"
"Anyway, where's the bathroom here? I'll wash my hands." Alex wondered, dropping off his backpack near the wall.
"Hallway, first door on the left," Trevor said, directing Alex to the half bathroom as headed to the living room. "And it could be dye."
"That's what I assumed.", Marina said.
"Thanks, I guess." Alex said before leaving to the bathroom, actually washing his hands.
Erin facepalmed. "Whatever you say guys." She said, teasing them. "Whatever you say."
Trevor dropped back into his seat, then sighed right away as he realized something. "What did you do with your stuff Mari? I might as well toss them in the wash from now..."
"It's with the rest of the laundry...just try to keep it separate.", Marina said to Trevor.
A little out of breath and still damp from the hasty shower, Jezelle jogged up to the door and hit the doorbell as she came to a stop, bending a little to catch her breath and stretching a few muscles afterwards.
"... Did you guys plan this or something?" Trevor asked after he got up and opened the door for Jezelle. He gave the athlete a level stare, not quite a glare, but it was close. He was blaming Marina for it, but he had become rather aware of the fact that he was alone in the house with two women, one of which had been showering in his shower... Now, Jezelle and her rather trim figure... Jezebel... "Come in."
"Hello Jezelle!" Erin said smiling, reversing the changes she had made to the document now that everyone was here. She quickly lifted a hand off the keyboard and waved hello.
"Gracias," Jezelle said with a bit of sheepish grin, knowing she had to be late so she decided to be glad she wasn't scolded, skipping past Trevor and moving into the house with a wave to Erin, "Hey."
She sort of purposely fell over the arm of the loveseat in the lounge and sort of got comfortable in an awkward position.
"Hey Jezelle.", Marina said moving to greet her with her free hand.
"Bah humbug... I have a chore to do..." Trevor muttered. He thought for a moment. "Um... Jeez! You are on doorbell duty!"
"No!" Erin said. "No using the C word on game day!"
"Bleh," Jezelle sighed, just having collapsed in the seat when Trevor gave her a job -not that she could reject since she was technically late, after which she went to reply to Marina, "Heyyyywha... You... trying some skin product...?"
"Skin product, what are you talking about?", Marina asked in surprise just before crashing on Trevor's couch. She lay down on her back on the couch while keeping Jezelle in her field of vision. "No why do you ask that?", Marina finished.
Trevor withdrew to the bathroom to retrieve Marina's clothes, then quick stepped it to basement laundry room. He in no way spent any time examining the clothes, only dumped her stuff right into the machine. Honest. He set the cycle on delicate, added some of the gentle detergent and set it to wash before rejoining the group. Took him, what? Five, ten minutes? Setting things to wash takes time...
"Eh... maybe it's just me, soccer practice was a bit rough, maybe I'm just tired," Jezelle said after squinting at Marina a second time before shrugging helplessly.
"Soccer in the snow and slush?" Erin asked. "Wow... The teams really are dedicated to your sports. I thought for sure that practices and games stopped during the winter for spring and summer sports like that."
"Indoor fields," Trevor pointed out as he returned to the main level, closing the door to the basement behind him. "And fields with AstroTurf are easy to clean." He headed to the couch, then paused a moment, looking at the door. He slowly lowering himself, daring the doorbell to ring again.
Jezelle sort of nodded her head toward Trevor as if to say he had the right idea.
"Yeah, indoors is cramped but less messy than snow -I swear with some of these guys they'd take the snow and slush as a challenge," Jezelle said with half a shrug, casting the odd glance at Marina every now and then as though trying to find what it was that seemed off, and sparing another glance at Trevor as he seemed to hover over his seat as he descended.
"Huh... Didn't know that. Ah well." Erin said. "How'd things go with practice, by the way?"
"Her practice was fine. You can tell from her bearing, the way she carries herself and her perkiness," Trevor said. He paused, hesitated, the talents of Epimetheus making his realize just how easily misinterpreted that comment was. He forged on and hoped it would be over looked. "We have everyone here, even the late comers (though Prince Albert's in the can)."
"Sounds like we can start then...her bearing you say...", Marina drifted off.
Annnnd wasn't overlooked... Jezelle's eyes narrowed though less in anger and more in suspicion.
"Do I need to buy thicker sports bras or something?" Jezelle half-whispered to herself.
"Not that perkiness," Trevor said quickly, hearing her. Well... maybe.
"Oh..." Jezelle said, a sliver of surprise but you could swear there was a certain... disappointment... somewhere in her tone.
"I mean... not that your perkiness is bad or anything," Trevor said, panicking for some reason. "I mean, you have lovely... ah..." Black men don't blush or flush. Small favours. "You know what, I'm going to shut up now. Where did I put my sheet..."
"Huuuuh..." Jezelle, suspicion again all of a sudden, but the topic was changed so it was nothing.
"Yes, Shutting up would be a very good idea, Trevor." Erin chimed in.
Alex entered the room, slowly sneaking to the nearest seating spot, and loudly yawned, looking around.
"Lo Prince Albert," Trevor said, latching on to another change of subject. "Welcome back from the can."
Alex waved at Trevor "You love giving unrelated nicknames, yeah?" staring at him he wondered "Starting the game now?"
"Wasn't it King Albert, Trevor?" Erin said, wondering if anyone besides her would get that reference. "But he needs blond hair to be that."
"That one is very much related. And yes we are. Right, everyone?" Trevor said. He moved on before the comment, nodding firmly. "Right."
Marina returned to the table, she was feeling alright compared to a while before though she was trying very hard not to notice her oddly smooth skin at this point, it was almost like slime. This must be what Jezelle was referring to. "Great, we're starting?", she asked.
"Have at thee, Erin" Trevor said with confidence, his sword and shield, read dice bag and character sheet and supplements, in hand.
Alex walked up to his backpack and skimmed through it, throwing away some books on his way and took out his character sheet as well, along with a box and put back the books he threw away. He then returned to the small group with his stuff and sat nearby.
Marina had left her character sheet with the GM knowing that she'd likely lose it to the fish if she had to keep it herself. "Hey Trevor, where did you leave my character sheet?", she asked. She did however fetch her dice bag from her backpack.
Erin took a deep breath to calm down now that everything was getting set up and finalized. "All right... This is my first attempt at a game so go easy on me," She began. "This is really loosely based off of a campaign a former DM of mine was going to run before he got too busy. Only instead of being mostly anti-demon, this is anti-devil for the most part."
"I never go easy," Trevor said, steepling his fingers and leaning his head forward so that his brow cast shadows over his eyes. "I advocate a lion's training. Tough love. Mwuahahahahaha!"
"Remember the last time I tried DMing for you guys? And how Marina had a lot of explaining to do with the flipped table?"
"Ah, good times, good times," Trevor nodded with a smile. Fond memories. "I did tell her not to use that folding table. But this one weights a good hundred pounds. At least. No flipping this time."
"Never underestimate what anger can do to people," Erin said.
"I never did that!", Marina shouted.
"You didn't flip the table, I did. You had to explain why the table was broken." Erin said. "And then I had to pay for it..." She grumbled.
"You did break it," Trevor smirked. "You almost hit me with it..."
"Well you were sitting in such a good spot to be hit." Erin said, winking.
"I always knew you wanted to hit on me," Trevor sighed. "It is hard to resist."
Erin winked. "Why do you think I have Yellow AND Shelly going for your characters?"
"Ladies please...can we get back to the game...", Marina said.
"Well I dunno." Erin said, teasing. "Can we?"
"All depends on which game you are thinking of," Trevor teased back. He switched gears before Marina could hit him or something. "But yes. By all means. I'm all a twitter with anticipation."
"Well as I was saying, this is a devil killing game. Just as a brief intro, let's introduce the characters." Erin smiled.
Alex meanwhile sat aside, awkwardly staring at people. Okay, he still didn't get used to seeing these people in person, and this put him off a bit.
"Alex, you can start," Trevor said with a smile. And so they went. Trevor didn't lie when he said he was pushing Erin off the deep end, and pulled out a young Rakshasa learning the ways of the world as his character. Marina made a more typical merrow ranger for her character. A feline artificer was Alex's choice, for now. Jezelle stuck with a crazy barbarian chick. Trevor collected the weekly dues and ordered pizza and other such appropriate junk foods after three hours or so of gaming, and they were still going strong when the hour rolled around to near eleven.
::Game Night. Thursday, March 7, 2013. 10:57 pm::
The game was surprisingly smooth. Much more so than last time. The party had slain a fair few numbers of demons, some were quite tough as well, the final boss being a level 11 Barbed devil. Erin was on the edge of her seat, not sure herself of what would happen.
"Scorching Ray. First hit on aimed at his face, second at the tapestry support behind him," Trevor stated. "Metamagiced to electric! 11 and 14."
"All right, roll for spell penetration." Erin said, a little disappointed that he changed his tactics.
"17+7," Trevor said after rolling. "And what about that stone support. Did it break?"
"You bypass his defences and he stumbles back. The stone didn't break with just your attack, but as he stumbles, he loosens it a little more and it looks really unsteady." Erin replied. "Now it's Marina's turn."
"I'll fire a few ice arrows at the demon...", Marina declared
"All righty, fire away." Erin said.
"14...+ 11 that's 24 to hit..., 10+ 6 that's 16.", Marina said after rolling.
"And you miss." Erin said. "The demon catches the arrow in the air before it hits and snaps it in half. My turn now..." Erin said and pulled up the monster manual. "The barbed Devil rushes up to you Trevor and attacks. Let's see here... Ohhh... 33 to hit. and since he hits he starts a grapple. With no attack of opportunity." She rolled again. "and 22." She said waiting for Trevor.
"Ah darn...", Marina sighed. Noting that she felt queasy again...And something about herself felt different...She felt less solid...if there was even a way to describe it. She poked her forearm and was shocked when her skin responded more like a liquid than a solid. She slammed her hands on the table and tried to not draw attention to her discovery.
Erin looked to Marina. "Hey... no need to get mad. This guy's just got a really good AC. I warned you ahead of time that he was gonna be tough."
"It's not that...", Marina said, "Not that at all...But I think I'll go lie down...just assume my character fires more arrows...if it gets to me again." Marina then got up and moved to lie on the couch.
"You okay Marina?"
Erin moved for Marina to take her spot. "You feeling all right? Because we can stop here for a while."
"Shouldn't be a problem...", Marina said lying on the couch. Her skin color was now an odd green shade and looked like it wasn't holding together well.
"Eeh, I really want to believe that this isn't gaz stuff they were talking about all day on TV and Internet" Alex remarked, staring at Marina.
Erin frowned as she relocated. "You're really not looking to good..." She said. "Her Trevor, can you get her a blanket?"
"Sure," Trevor said, getting up quickly and heading for the hall closet. There were throws in there. Even if it was a bit disorganized, so it took him a bit of time to find one.
Marina's skin turned completely green and she lost most of her features as her body took on the composition of slime, then suddenly without warning she collapsed...almost as if she was the wicked witch and someone threw a bucket of water on her. She didn't even have time to scream before she was a green puddle flowing off the couch. her clothes lay where they were sopping wet. Before anyone could move water seemed to flow out of the clothing and moved to rejoin the puddle on the floor.
Erin shrieked as loudly as she could in utter terror at this sight though, more then compensating for Marina's lack of a scream.
Jezelle's shock was a little more silent, as her eyes bulged and she could feel her heart stop for an unhealthily amount of time, her brain refusing to comprehend what just happened or even register it as real.
Trevor just ran when he heard the scream. He held on to the throw and raced back to the living room. Only the things were on his mind; that Marina either passed out, threw up, coughed up blood or some other medical related surprise, someone broke in, or she saw a mouse. What he didn't expect was the mass of green liquid on the ground and couch. "Well darn," he said in his level 'important and unexpected though not critical' tone. "I'll get the mop..." Before it ruined the hardwood. Whatever it was.
"GET THE GAZMASKS, IT BEGINS." Alex yelled, staring at Marina (Goorina?) He couldn't really come up with something better than that, as the situation was tooooo weird.
Erin meanwhile was in full-on panic mode as she pressed her back against the farthest wall she could, still screaming. "SHE'S DEAD! MARINA IS DEAD!!" She yelled. She was frantically looking over herself, hoping that none of Marina's... remains had gotten onto her.
"Jeeze... It's just a spill... I'll clean it up," Trevor didn't realize he presented himself as such a strict person that would chew someone out just for spilling something. It would take some work (washing out the cushions, mopping, cleaning, polishing and stuff), but Marina did seem sick, so he wouldn't hold it against her. He dipped his toe in the mess (it was his home, so he was in slippers.)
"NO!" Erin screamed, making Trevor flinch, wanting to rush forward and tackle him away. "DON'T TOUCH THAT! THAT'S MARINA! SHE MELTED!" She said, genuinely not knowing what to do. "MARINA WAS HERE THEN SHE MELTED! GET BACK! NOW!" If Trevor got any closer, she'd have to tackle him.
"Okay... Yelling isn't making you any clearer," Trevor said soothingly, motion with his hand for her to lower her voice. Seriously, it was making his head hurt. "Breath and explain. Where did Marina go off to anyway?"
"Didn't you hear me!? SHE MELTED!" Erin yelled. "She was right there! Then she turned green and melted!" In her panic, Erin suddenly vanished from sight.
The green puddle bubbled as if it wanted to say something but ony certain gurgling noises could be made out. The puddle did seem to be coalescing in one location, or rather staying together. Marina could still vaguely see people, she had only a basic understanding of what just happened.
"Thi...this is... a j...joke or some...thing... right... That... can't actually happen... right...?" Jezelle said, eyes still bulging as she was bordering hyperventilation with her breathing, edging away from the water.
Gurgling puddle. Definitely not normal. Just odd though. It might be leaking somewhere. Trevor gave the others a suspicious look. "You're just pulling me leg, aren't you?" He had to admit, they were good actors. Jez looked genuinely shocked. He bent over and dipped in finger in the puddle, to see if it would need soap or anything.
The puddle rippled a bit and small bubbles formed almost as if Trevor's fingers were tickling it. It then settled back down. It tried to move but barely twitched.
"OHWHATTHEHELL!" Trevor yelped, recoiling from the puddle, pulling back and tripping over his feet, landing on his behind.
"NONONO!" Erin said and rushed, sprinting over to Trevor as fast as she could and tackled him away from the puddle. Leaping over the puddle that used to be her friend, she leapt at Trevor to force him away and get him further away from it.
The water rose a little but then fell back down as the water continued to ripple. Marina was barely comprehending what just happened to her, but from the looks on people's faces and thier shouts it was clearly something with her. She still couldn't speak properly but given her condition it was to be expected. She thought back to that chemical explosion...it couldn't be...there was no possible way...no...no....yes...how was she alive...
The more Jezelle thought about it the more ridiculous it seemed, her mind refused to acknowledge it and rightly so.
"This is silly, people can't just melt, it's physically impossible," Jezelle said, some kind of confidence taking over as those barely remember science lessons from school where poking holes in this whole charade, "We're obviously missing something."
"You just saw that!" Erin yelled, still clearly panicking, not being able to think stright. "I'm not the only one that saw that! You saw that!" She said pointing at Jezelle after she had recovered from tackleing Trevor.
"WE'RE OBVIOUSLY MISSING SOMETHING!" Jezelle shouted fiercely in reply, hands balled tightly into fists as her eyes seemed to burn, incapable of thinking it was anything else, "IT'S NOT POSSIBLE!"
Marina thought over few things, she wasn't dreaming...her dreams were in third person. And this felt real...despite the fear she felt good, almost natural in fact. She focused on accepting this as real regardless of how ridiculous it was, regardless of how many laws of physics, chemistry and biology her predicament shat on. It was real...it was real...
"OBVIOUSLY IT IS IF IT JUST HAPPENED!" Erin countered.
The puddle rippled again. Marina focused on her body, she was about average for a girl, not too fat...a little thin, nice curves, not to the point where she was a whore, but beautiful. As she thought her puddle form continued to ripple.
"Stop yelling..." Trevor said, holding his head. "Just... stop yelling. Yelling is going to do anything... Um... Maybe I should get a bucket? Or the mop? The mop and bucket... that might work..."
Then slowly the center of the puddle began rising, slowly at first, the head was the vague outline of Marina's head with a little hair. Slowly the puddle formed her neck, her collar, her shoulders then her breasts and her arms. Marina felt weak, but was proud she was able to get this far. A little bit more of her torso formed. She was green liquid barely held together by surface tension. Her mouth moved and tiny bubbles could be seen inside the part of her that formed her head. Certain sounds could be made out but nothing coherent.
Any advice that was given to Erin on calming down was lost when Marina, or what was left of Marina began to reform. She screamed as loudly as she should once again and fainted from the shock and overload with everything that was going on. It was just to much for her. Blissful unawareness. Sleep was good.
Once more Jezelle's response was silence, her eyes too wide as she witnessed yet another impossibility, only her mind wasn't taking it too well any more. She started with a steady stride as she approached the shape of water though her confidence seemed to gradually falter with each step, until it seemed to take an enormous amount of effort to simply stretch out a hand to try and touch Marina's -or whatever the water thing was- shoulder.
"This isn't..." Jezelle sort of trailed off.
Muscles tense and straining, Trevor, with an effort that probably took a year or two off his lifetime, he only moved back two or so feet, only a faint hissing emerging from his mouth. Suppressed scream; check. Suppressed flight instinct; check. His heart was pounding out a drum solo as he licked his lips and ran a hand over his head, trying to collect himself.
Marina felt a hand on her shoulder, it remained on the surface for a moment before sinking into her. "I *gurgle* think I er juust...*gurgle* broke phiiisics...", she stuttered out. The others could clearly see water currents swirling in her head when she spoke. Marina reached out slowly and placed a hand on Jezelle's forearm. "Itz *bubbles* real...", she said.
Her brain kind of went on hold as Jezelle's hand sunk into the water body, it definitely felt like water and she was fairly certainly she would have woken up ages ago if this was a dream. It just didn't want to register in her head, at least, not after watching Marina melt beforehand, otherwise this might have seemed a little less traumatizing.
Unfortunately when the water-Marina touched Jezelle's arm it kind of broke the last barrier on Jezelle's mind and her flight instinct kicked in bad.
In a big flurry of action Jezelle launched herself away from Marina, half running backwards and half jumping in a crazy scramble -straight into the dining room table which made a bit of a crash. She still clambered until she fell off the other side of the table and kind of remained out of sight.
Trevor let out a decidedly unmanly squeal when the puddle, Marina, spoke. He added another foot of distance between himself and the puddle. He finally registered the fact that her clothes, his cousins, were on the couch. He stuck a knuckle in his mouth and bit on that. As if one impossible thing for the day was more than one person could take, Jezelle decided to overreact an go running into his poor table. If it were somewhat faster then he would have thought possible, he would write it off as adrenaline. [d]
Marina fully understood their reaction to her...it wasn't everyday you melted. Her lower half was still just a blob of water. She dragged herself forward not realizing she moved right over Erin's fainted body. Marina tried to speak, "Feels kinda nice *gurgle* How am *bubbles* I alive?"
Jezelle was in a bit of a mess as far as her thoughts were concerned, as she sort of sat collapsed, staring at the floor wondering what the hell was going on. Water couldn't move like that, people had a lot of water in them, true, but they can't melt like that either...
She reluctantly peered under the table through chair legs and saw a part of the body of water visible. This obviously wasn't going to just go away... Jezelle took a deep breath to try and steady her nerves, but she refused to look.
"...M... Marina...?" Jezelle tested, her voice a lot steadier but you could tell she was shaken.
"T...t...that is my name...", Marina gurgled she doubted she would ever get the hang of this. "I think I broke science...think that means I win....", she fumbled out the lower part of her watery head glowed slightly as currents rushed around inside her. When the currents died down she crawled forward again and then fell on her face. Her face slowly reformed back to normal.
In.... and out... In... and out... Calming breaths. Trevor chewed on his knuckles, fast as first, but slowing down as he calmed, the alternative rock drum solo losing tempo till it was just a heavy slow march pounding in his ears. Control. More panic and disorder would not help. At all. Level headed and calm would. He let out a shuddering sigh, then one that sounded like he was shivering, closing his eyes, putting things in order. When he opened them again, he was. "Okay..." he said, his voice more or less normal, even if their as a slight tremble in it. "You are wa- um... moving over Erin..." [done]
"You melted..." Jezelle reiterated the obvious, futilely, still not entirely believing it even though she spoke it. She just shook her head and attempted another glance after hearing Trevor. He sounded like he was taking the events well... Jezelle kind of felt a little ashamed she'd taken them so poorly in comparison. [done]
"Indeed...I don't get *bubbles* it either..", Marina said to the two. Marina was over denial, and as long as being water felt cool she was willing to skip a few steps and go straight to acceptance. She had already gotten off poor Erin. "Feels kinda cool.", Marina tried to say cheerfully, but fumbled the words.
Erin's fingertips twitched as her hand was submerged into Marina's goo. She was still clearly unconscious.
Noticing were she was at the moment, and were Erin's hands were... Yeah, Trevor didn't let that thought bloom. "Um... can you... pull yourself together a bit more? The h-head floating in the puddle thing is... disconcerting..." [done]
Marina nodded and then focused on her form...her body...slowly she rose her pelvic region formed and from there her bare legs, smooth but made of shiny green liquid. Her feet formed slowly and she promptly stumbled while she figured out how to walk again.
Marina's surface tension completely fell apart and she collapsed into a puddle on the floor again. The puddle rippled but didn't reform.
Trevor had pulled Erin away from Marina, and was contemplating how to attempt to revive her when Marina started trying. With no better ideas, he plugged her mouth and nose as he watched the puddle (God that was odd...). "Um... Marina?" he called out cautiously, forgetting to move him hands from pinching Erin's nose and holding her mouth shut.
Marina reformed only her face in the puddle, "Lost control of my shape there.", she gurgled.
Erin's eyes shot open as she woke up, the lack of air triggering that as a survival instinct. "MMMM!" She yelled, then swatted Trevor's hands away so she could breath.
"Ah. Apologies," Trevor said. The fact that he almost yelped would remain his secret. He might have said more, but...
"What happened...?" Erin asked. "I had the weirdest dream... And how'd I end up on the floor?" She rubbed her head and side, feeling like she had landed on it akwardly.
The atmosphere seemed to be calming down a little and Jezelle's nerves had hardened a bit, so she took a deep breath and walked out from behind the table and up to the entrance to the lounge room at least to get a better view on things. [done]
Riddle me this; what do the universe, fate and gravity have in common? They are all bitches. Fickle, spiteful bitches. Calming my foot. There was a heavy knock on the door. "This is the Peel Regional Police! Open up please!"
Jezelle's heart skipped a beat again -this had to be unhealthy- when she heard the police at the door, her eyes going wide and flitting between the puddle of Marina and the door.
"FFFFF..." Jezelle repressed a swear, "Trevor, find something to make this water look like an accident! I'll get the door and buy time!"
Marina remained deathly still, hoping the cops would mistake her for just a spill.
"Oh no..." Erin looked up and saw Marina. Or what was left of her. "Oh god, it wasn't a dream?" She shivered, suddenly feeling very scared.
"It's green!" Trevor hissed at her. How the hell was he supposed to make Marina look like an accident? There was way too much of her (Oh God he never though he would say that without making reference to a ship, landmass or extremely fat person) doing around...
"Then do YOU wanna buy time!?" Jezelle asked in frustration, glancing at the puddle again with growing anxiety.
"How can I help?", Marina asked in her usual bubbly way.
"Get out of here," Erin said. "Basement or something." She offered.
"You, couch," Trevor said quietly, pointing at Erin. "You, chair," he said, moving to Alex as he snatched up the clothes Marina... flowed out of. "You, tell them you are coming before they kick the door down!" he hissed at Jez. "Puddle. Basement. Move."
Marina did her best and just let herself go, moving the entirety of her water form towards the closed basement door. She easily flowed under the door and down the steps collecting on the basement floor.
"I-I'm coming!" Jezelle called to the door almost immediately in response to Trevor, half falling over as she rushed to the door, attempting to wait as long as reasonable before easing the door open.
Erin moved onto the couch, laying down so she could stabilize herself and get the bloodflow back to normal.
Trevor moved as Jez did, quietly opening and closing the basement door behind him, letting memory guide him down the steps, moving slow so that he didn't slip on(in? This was too weird) Marina. This area was the neutral point. The laundry through the doorway on the left, storage on the right, and the door to his semi-detached place ahead. Really, it was just a bathroom, bedroom, living/dinning/kitchen area and his own entrance. The stove was the old one they replaced a few years before. He didn't use it much. He and his folks shared most meals. It was just... the illusion of independence.
Marina collected in a blob-like mass on the floor of the basement. She wasn't having the best of days what being 100% liquid instead of 70% like most people. In any case she noticed someone else coming down the stairs. "Who is it?", she asked softly. (Bubbles are implied from this point on)
"And if I were the police?" Trevor said just as softly as he hit the lights.
"You know that's not my main concern right now...if you haven't noticed...", Marina continued. She then tried reforming again.
She got a roughly human shape and managed to hold that shape.
She continued adjusting her form to match her natural curves with some success.
"Because they would appreciate a talking puddle..." Trevor said said, rolling his eyes. Honestly, he was still running on partial suspension of belief.
"I'm sure they would...", she said still struggling to change back to normal. And then she hit it...her fluid form was stable. "I think I've stabilized."
"Okay..." she was nude and perfectly formed, human form. Trevor blinked. Lovely... "Um.. yeah... At the moment, you look very suspicious. And I don't want them shipping you off to some lab or something... So you need to hide somewhere..."
"If you know how I can change back I'd love to hear it...otherwise where can we hide a green girl sized mass of water.", Marina said softly trying to get on her feet.
"Two places. The bath tub or the washer," Trevor said after a moment's pause. Jeeze... he could see through her... "And a tub of green water isn't exactly innocent..."
"Trevor! You're supposed to be doing this!" Jezelle's voice called down.
"So you expect me to get into the washing machine...", Marina asked softly. "So long as you don't turn it on."
"Cause we don't seem to have much time..." He said nodding. "And I won't."
"I give up.", Marina said and stepped into the washing machine before allowing her surface tension to break, she settled into her new container. She was sorta getting the hang of it now. "This day can't get any wierder.", she remarked before she allowed herself to rest in the washer.
Trevor groaned. "Okay... NEVER say that. Ever." He muttered something under his breath. If she somehow jinxed it... He paused before closing the lid, something occouring to him. He instead reached behind the machine and pulled the exit hose out of the drain pipe. "Um... just in case."
Marina noted that despite still being alive she had all the properties of actual water...well despite being naturally green. She was a bit annoyed at having to stay inside the washer standing in for whatever water was usually used to wash clothes. Not exactly the way she wanted to spend her saturday, but she didn't really have a choice. "Don't worry about me, just come and get me out later.", she remarked in an oddly calm fashion. She figured that being water relaxed her somehow...
"Hopefully this won't take long," Trevor said as he started to close the lid. Then he stopped again. "Um... Don't say anything when the lid opens again unless I say it safe, cool?"
"I understand...I still don't have to like it...Too much trust involved.", Marina said finally before lapsing into silence.
Trevor dampened a mop before heading up, one last contingency.
Two officers were waiting when Jez opened the door, and they projected assurance and confidence as they greeted her. "Good afternoon ma'am. I am Officer Hardin with the PRP, and this is Officer James," the huskier one nodded acknowledgment. "We received a report from the area earlier."
"Afffternoon..." Jezelle said, still a little off balance but the demand of the situation was giving her some strength, "Reports... about...?"
Some paranoid part of her mind was immediately wondering if they somehow already knew, but that was stupid, they couldn't possibly know, right?
"Several of the neighbors called in reports of screaming coming from this residence. Are you the homeowner?"
"Oh! Riiiight, the scream... I guess that was pretty loud," Jezelle said as the pieces clicked and a minor sense of relief washed over her, "Uh no, I'm not the home-owner, I'm just here visiting a friend for game night -it's a nerd thing I guess..."
"The reports claim that there was a period of prolonged yelling and screaming that stopped suddenly. They say several people were seen entering this building. Are they all accounted for, ma'am?" the second officer said.
"Uh... yeah, they're all here..." Jezelle said with a degree of confusion, -able to avoid directly lying since they technically were all accounted for; looking back into the house, "It's called 'roleplaying', though I guess we were a bit loud..."
"Ma'am, we would like to enter and verify the safety the people in this residence," the first officer stated.
"Oooh, right, right, uhm, I spose you can come in, not technically my house though..." Jezelle said with a slight grimace, glancing back into the house, "Trevor! You're supposed to be doing this!" she called into the depths of the house.
Either way, she stepped to the side and moved the door with her to permit passage.
"Thank you ma'am." The officers moved with practiced precision, sweeping first the hall and passages in the immediate vicinity of the foyer without even seeming to do so. Then they headed for the kitchen and surrounding areas. "How many people are hear with you?"
"Humm... Myself... Alex, Trevor and Erin," Jezelle said absently, sort of counting on her fingers at the same time.
"I see." The officers stepped into the living/dinning area. "Good night," Hardings said to the two there. "We are investigating reports of screaming from this residence."
"Huh...?" Erin asked. "What...? Oh. That's my fault probably..." She said blushing, trying to think of an excuse. Something that would cause soul-crushing terror in anyone. Role playing getting out of hand wouldn't work more then likely.
"And why were you screaming and yelling?"
"I fell on something." Erin said, pointing to an exposed plug from her laptop. "During the game, I must have accidently unplugged that. At some point, I slipped and landed on it plug side up." She said. "I'm... Really a whimp when it comes to pain..." She added.
"And that had you yelling and screaming for over," he check the reports, "a minute or two?"
"It really went deep. It felt like the thing broke the skin and went in all the way." Erin said. "Took them that long to get the bandages and everything. I don't really want to move to show you though..." She said. "It'll cause the pain to come back... Harder."
"And if that is an attempt to cover up some form of abuse? May I see the bandaged wound please. I may not need to uncover it. And even so, I have first aid training." Harding and James exchanged a look. The other young lady mentioned something about gaming and getting too into character. Clashing stories.
James moved off. Now suspicious, he noted that the table was upset, knocked off center, with the items scattered about. His investigative training picked out four or five sets, judging by the plates and cups. "You said there were four people here?"
Jezelle had one hell of a pokerface with only a hint of exasperation in her eyes, simply waiting and seeing to see how she should proceed.
"Well... yeah, but I mean, this is Trevor's parent's house," Jezelle said indicatively, inwardly twitching at the police whose suspicions were now raised.
Erin bit the inside of her lip and slowly slid her pants down but winced and yelled in pain. "Ahh! Oh.... That's not gonna work... It hurts to much. But I promise you, Trevor would never do anything to hurt me. We love each other." That last part she made up, but she did know Trevor wouldn't hurt her.
Jezelle audibly groaned at last after hearing Erin's last story, covering her face with a palm.
"Erin, you suck at lying," Jezelle grumbled.
"Attempting to impede and investigation?" Harding asked levelly. He had good hearing.
"Oh like you guys haven't lied," Jezelle grumbled at the police officer, "People do silly things when they're embarrassed, I'm sure you know."
"Let me ask you a question: what would your girlfriends do, if by for some strange reason, a mouse managed to get in their pants?" Jezelle queried the police officers officially, indicatively.
"And is that what truly happened?" Harding's asked. By now, Trevor was climbing up the stairs.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Jezelle asked, her eyes narrowing a little.
"This is the third story we have heard since getting here," He said blandly.
"Would you prefer I told you ten more? Would you believe them any more?" Jezelle asked, as though perplexed about his logic.
"Just the truth is fine," James commented.
"But that's my point, how will you know what the truth is any more?" Jezelle said helplessly with a bit of exasperation.
Trevor got up to the first floor at the end of that sentence. And he honestly had no idea what was happening. Erin was making to pull her pants down, Albert was shell shocked, and Jez was doing... something. "Hello?"
James turned to Trevor immediately. "Are you the home owner?"
"No sir... I just live in the basement. My parents are the home owners," Trevor blinked. "What's going on Jez?"
"Oh I'm sure they'll want to interrogate you before I say anything, separate stories and whatnot," Jezelle said with an airy sigh.
"We are hear about reports of domestic disturbances, yelling and screaming, from this residence," Harding said.
"Yes sir. That was loud. I was in the closet when Erin started screaming, and she wouldn't tell me what was wrong, so I just gave up and mopped up some of the stuff that spilled." Trevor really wanted to confer with Jez, but with two cops watching...
"I certainly wouldn't wanna tell anyone either..." Jezelle half muttered, glancing off to the side with a bit of a pout in her demeanour.
And all this time Alex was standing nearby, curiously listening to conversation. Well well, now they are in trouble. At least he is not handling it, he would totally give out something important. And then, suddenly, a sound of distorted music started slowly building up in his ears....
"So you don't know what the yelling was about? Had part in it?" James pressed.
"Ah... not deliberately, sir. I might have yelled back trying to get her to calm down... Someone hit the table during the excitement... what that you Jez?" Trevor asked.
"Sorta...?" Jezelle offered unhelpfully, "Things were kind of a mess, trying to get them under control... etcetera."
"And the reason there were five places set at the table?" James said suddenly.
"The last person didn't arrive, officer. That's obvious, isn't it?" Alex remarked suddenly. The music was powerful and inspiring, and he felt a bit... High from it.
"Which makes the fact that all five plates and cups were used even more suspicious," James said to Alex.
"We Russians love to drink a lot of drinks, I've used the free spot to fill up more cups at once. And before you ask on sheets - it's because fifth player's character was critical to story so we've NPCd it." Alex remarked with a straight and slightly bored face.
"I see," Harding noted.
"Ah, sir, it is somewhat late, and we still have a way to go in our game," Trevor said hesitantly.
"Just one more question," Harding nodded. "What where you doing in the basement?"
"Laundry. Some of my cousin's clothes," Trevor said easily.
"You don't mind if we check?" James asked.
"Not at all," Trevor responded. Cops, Trevor and who ever else wanted to follow trouped to the basement.
Marina didn't think it was possible but she was bored...Sitting in a washing machine can do that to people, especially when said person was no longer fully a person but a vat of water.
James did a cursory check of Trevor's flat while Harding headed to the machine. "The clothes are in the drier," Trevor supplied.
"Not much," Harding commented, checking quickly, then he opened the washer. "Seems clear."
Marina heard the lid being lifted, was Trevor back yet..no...and by the looks of the uniform it was a cop. She knew exactly what to do. Absolutely nothing.
"Everything g-okay, sir?" Trevor asked. He almost said green, but decided not to, last second.
"It seems so. We apologize for the inconvenience," Harding said.
"No inconveniences, sir," Trevor said, smiling. He looked to the others. "Right?"
"Of course not, officer," Erin called. "Sorry for the trouble."
"Just remember miss, lying to officers can get you arrested," Harding told Erin in a very serious manner. After a few more pleasantries and a politely refused offer of refreshments, the officers left. Trevor watched from the window as they climbed into their cruiser and didn't breathe unto their taillights vanished. He slumped against the window still with a heavy sigh.
Erin frowned and whispered an apology. She waited to make sure they were gone then sighed. "Phew... That was a lot closer then I would have liked."
"Well, that was creepy." Alex stated and then looked around "Also, switch of the radio, I hate that goddamn pop."
"That, was fucked up," Jezelle remarked with an exasperated sigh as she slumped into the couch, "Though... kinda funny how such a tense situation got me over the mindscrew that happened earlier..."
[posting this before I'm gone for 20mins]
"I don't have a radio," Trevor said, running his hand over his head. "Erin... w-what was that stripping thing about? And remind me never to involve you in anything vaguely underhanded... Jeeze... worse will ever..."
"I tried," Erin said. "I'm not good at thinking under pressure. I'm sure I told you that before. Lots of times. They just came in and I was more then a little traumatized from seeing my best friend melt before my eyes."
Alex became more concerned as Trevor said that he had no radio. "Really, no radio?" he didn't want to go on. Because hearing stuff others don't hear is either being superhuman capable of great empathy, or being a schisophrenic madman. And Alex guessed that he was the former. Unless the gaz acts funnily. "...Huh... I am going insane then." Alex muttered, closing his ears with hands, just to realise that he didn't hear radio at this point. Weird.(Closing his ears?)(With hands. So he won't hear stuff.)
"... CARP!" Trevor sprinted to the basement door, somehow over shooting and having to double back. He took the stairs in fours and fives, landing in a heavy bang before racing into the laundry. He banged into the washer before regaining balance. "Damn!" he exclaimed, opening the door. "It's clear," he panted to the water inside.
"I'm so sorry! I left you guys in here so long you shrank!" He quickly pulled out the clothes.
Marina formed her head and shoulders so she could speak better with Trevor. "You know I had the most interesting night...remember that time you forgot about me in the washing machine after I had somehow broken all the laws of science? Thank you for that...", Marina exclaimed, she looked almost carbonated as she rattled off that sequence of words. She then oozed out of the washing machine. She spent the next couple of minutes trying to get her own form fixed. And in time she succeeded forming into a watery representation of herself.
Taking 20 on Power Control Check
"Hey... I could have left you in there," Trevor pointed out a wryly, not looking directly as her. "I did have other things on my mind..."
"That's why I'm thanking you.", Marina said, "I think I'm getting this surface tension thing down...do I look alright?"
"You look..." Trevor started, then faltered. "Okay... I won't lie... I have no idea... How? Did you always have this... fluid thing working for you?"
"What naw...just sorta happened, I'm just as shocked as you are.", Marina said, "I think it may have something to do with that chemical explosion...I wasn't feeling ill until about this morning when I walked out..." She had to pause, she couldn't speak long sentences well still. But she was able to sort of walk.
Trevor look absolutely crestfallen, and started tugging at the skin on his hand experimental. "I did not want to hear that... I was a block away... In the actually smoke..."
"I have no idea..all I know is that I wasn't sweating like this until just this morning when it happened...I hope I'm wrong, but the evidence is wet, standing before you, and now loathes washing machines."
"I told you why the bathtub wouldn't work..." Trevor whined.
"I understand...that doesn't mean I have to like it...just happy you didn't introduce me to the spin cycle...speaking of which *gurgle* I have no idea how to turn back to normal.", Marina said to Trevor.
"Huh..." Trevor tentatively poked her shoulder.
"Hee hee...stop that tickles...", she said between awkward giggles.
"This is messed up on so many levels..." Trevor said, running his hand over his head. Hmm... coping mechanism maybe? He though about it for a while.
"Are you going to poke me again...or are we going upstairs?", Marina asked.
"Sorry... thinking..." Trevor said. "About... well... what makes you... Gurgle, I guess?"
"No idea...the bigger question is how I'm able to speak in the first place...from what I can tell the bubbles are just a part of it.", she sighed.
"Same thing really." Trevor stuck his hands in his pockets. "I'm thinking... A Cohesive/Cognitive Weak force and a semi differentiated quantum effect on the cellular level."
"Sounds about right...now it'ts getting boring here in the basement so can we go?", Marina said sarcastically as she walked past him and up the stairs. For posterity sake she still used the door instead of seeping under it. She would need to practice that...right after she figured out how to turn back to normal.
Trevor glared at her as she left before following. "You know... That could be taken as an insult you know."
"My apologies...in truth I simply didn't understand what you just said...it's not your fault...come on let's leave the ol washing machine behind.", she said. She would wait for him to use the door. Trying to flow under it before waiting for the host would be rude.
"Fine, fine," He sighed with a slight grin before heading back to the main level.
Erin tried to follow, but instead settled for going back on her computer, the urge to draw comming again. Tapping the touchpad to wake up the computer, she ran her finger over the scanner that she used to protect it in leu of a password. "All righty..." She said, trying to focus on what she was doing, without zoning out. Dispite her best intentions though, she completly zoned out, her eyes flashing much like the host of a Goa'uld.
Alex looked up at Trevor who ran quickly (unusually so) and then sighed and already started following him when... "My power levels are low, get me connected to power source in order to proceseed with your work." a cold computer-ish voice spoke, making Alex turn around with round eyes. "Eeeh... You didn't say anything, Erin?" Alex said, creeped up
"No... Did you?" Erin said suddenly looking up, her eyes no longer glowing.
"Eeeh... No?" Alex said, staring at Erin. "You heared that too?"
"Depends on what you heard. I heard 'my power levels are low, get me connected to a p--"
"...power source in order to proceseed with your work." Alex said, shaking his head. "Probably a program to fancify your low-energy messages."
"No programming is needed for me to speak, just clarifying." the monotonous voice said again.
"I don't even have-- Wait what?" Erin asked, turning up the volume and noting that the sound icon suddenly flashed to on. She had volume now... "this... doesn't make sense. It shouldn't have been able to say anything... My speakers are off."
Jezelle's eyes narrowed and flicked between the two of them, honestly not wanting any more excitement today.
"Eeeh..." Alex said, still believing that this is a weird programming quirk, not what did he think of. "Okay, if you are so fancy to speak, multiply five thousand six hundred fourty five by six thousand eight hunderd thirty three." Alex said, having his voice do incorrect accent, to ensure the standart voice recognition programs to fail. To his excitement and fear it spoke up once again.
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26 Computer Use (AKA dimplomacy) check :3
"Answer: Three Eight Five Seven Two Two Eight Five." the machine replied "That was needed for further calculations?"
"Eeeeh..." Alex said, staring at the laptop with a confused expression and walked up to it.
Erin looked at her laptop as though it was posessed. "Okay, I didn't do anything." SHe said lifting her fingers away from the keyboard. "see? Nothing. And I wouldn;t know how to do anything like that with programming." Tearing herself away from the laptop, she plugged it into the wall with a loud "Bee-boop!" noise that she never bothered to get rid of and only caused problems if the speakers were on.
"Power supply detected." the computer emotionlessly remarked.
"Eh, find nyan cat loop in the internet and get it to loop here?" Alex went on with testing. The windows flickered and opened up www.nyan.cat, along with the correct music and flying cat. "Huh..." Alex remarked, wondering if he actually understands computers (along with Erin)
"Done." the machine replied "It was easy."
"...What. Are you two doing?" Jezelle said with a bit of suspicion in her tone as she watched two of them.
"You don't hear any of this?" Erin said, turning off the volume and watched the poptart cat that shat rainbows go across space. "Not the Nyancat stuff. I mean it anwsered a math problem for us."
"...I shall assume you're not stupid enough to screw with me after the Marina-shenanigans, but still, what? You mean the computer said or did something?" Jezelle said, a feeling of mild dread and frustration building up.
"I swear on my mother's life that I'm not making this up." Erin said dead seriously. "Alex, back me up here."
Alex nodded, confirming Erin's words. "We are dead serious. I think it's all going to be fucked up soon." Alex said and then looked up at the computer, trying to figure out another test.
Jezelle just had to groan, as things persisted on getting weirder and not giving her any breathing room.
"This is just great: First Marina melts into water and apparently is still alive, and now you two can talk to computers," Jezelle said with a tired expression, "Did someone put LSD in my damn drink?"
"Probably", Marina said staggering into the room in water girl form where she promtly crashed on the couch.
"I also thought I was going schisophrenic... Y'know, music in my ears with the quality of radiostations... Now I think I hear some arabic music on some "Toronto Multicultural"..." Alex said. He had to figure out if it was real. "Laptop, can you open up Toronto Multicultural Online player?" Alex said, and the computer did indeed open up the radio... Only to prove Alex's theory. "FUCK. I NEED A SLEEP." he yelled, as the sounds resonated in his head, the stuff becoming too much to comrpehend.
"Um... please tell me you aren't insinuation what I thing you're insinuating..." Trevor begged, freezing at the entrance way, one foot help poised in the air.
"What is it that you think he's thinking?" Erin asked, rubbing her eyes again, them going back to her new normal colour. "Ugh... What am I even doing with this thing!?" She said trying to focus on the group and not have her gaze drift down to the laptop.
Jezelle glanced over to Trevor, pretty much the only other person who didn't seem to have strange stuff happen to them.
"C'mon Trevor, breathe fire or something," Jezelle said sardonically, "Join this club over there."
"You do that. I'll stay over here..." And he did just that, getting a chair from the dinning room and perched on it by the door way.
"...We seriously should get a recap, and you two didn't show anything unusual." Alex said, pointing at Trevor and Jez. "I'd reccomend you to protect your lungs from gaz (cause I am afraid it's the only source of this stuff), if you don't want to get any future problems."
"Solar flare," Trevor interrupted with a stern expression.
"LSD," Jezelle responded firmly.
"am I the only one that thinks we should go to a hospital or something?" Erin asked, settling for shutting the lid on the laptop.
<<Sleep Mode... Activated.>> The computer said as it was closed.
"If you really thought so, you would have told the police what happened, and not done that weird as hell strip tease thing," Trevor cut back at Erin.
"Speaking of what happened, Marina seems to be... Less gooey now." Alex remarked, trying to figure out a way to switch away to other frequency, if it's possible. He didn't want to listen to this crap for a long time...
Erin rubbed her temples, having to slap her hands every now and again as they tried to open up the laptop when she didn't want them to. "Ack!" She said. "Someone take this thing away from me, please."
"Yeesh... You're actually O'neilling..." Trevor said with an incredulous face.
In the time it had taken Trevor to say that, Erin was biting down on her right hand while she sat on her left, trying to keep them from going to the laptop. "Ya think?" She said, putting on her best accent as she tried to somehow pin her right hand again since biting it wasn't working.
"For crying out loud!" Trevor countered. "I'm the only one allowed to use O'neillisms. "
"Despite that being my last name." Erin counter-countered. "Seriously. Take my laptop away from me, Please."
"Yes. You are a Buffitte. Go Buffy-speak," Trevor muttered. He had no plans of getting closer. Erin and Alex were both close to Marina when she went splosh, and both of them were showing. They were likely radioactive or something. In fact, he might even be too close at the moment... He hopped the chair back a bit.
Jezelle had sat in brooding silence for a moment as she had absolutely no idea what to do in this situation, other than attempt to roll with in hopes of finding the solution later.
"I ain't touching your weird talking laptop..." Jezelle half-muttered, though it was audible enough, she just honestly didn't know what to make of this whole thing.
Instead, she retrieved her gym-bag and yanked a magazine from its depths, content to try and block this all out for a moment as she literally had no idea what to do next.
"Next time you'll try to use it, I'll tell it to shut iteslf down, mkay?" Alex said, suddenly managing to actually change the frequency of his inner radio.
"IF it'll listen to you, sure." Erin said, taking on a strange yoga like pose to keep her hands away from the laptop.
"I hope it would love me." Alex grinned, laying on a coach and said "We need a recap and possible explaination actually... Joking aside, it's actually really, really weird and problematic."
Trevor glared at them. He was a fan boy, so he had explanations. He pointed to Marina, Alex and Erin in turn. "Quantum Cellular Mechanics and Cognitive Cohesive weak forces. Mutation in the prefrontal cortex and a deposit of build up metals from your diet. Hyper stimulated neurons and cognitive presumption. Now... don't take this the wrong way, but why are you still here?"
"You mean?" Alex said, having trouble with concentration when the music played in his mind.
"That sounds borderline rude Trevor..." Erin said, frowning.
"Maybe we're too terrified to go home right now because we might liquidate randomly," Jezelle said a little grumpily, hiding behind her magazine and flipping the page.
"... I'm going to have to house the people that almost got me arrested for domestic abuse for the fight?" Trevor said, raising an eyebrow. He sighed as if he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. "Vunderbarg..."
"Well if you want us to go..."Erin said still frowning and unplugged her laptop, the thing still in sleep mode.
"Uh, we are showing the really weird powers and you just tell us to get home?" Alex said "And if someone notices that? What if this is not all? We would be in trouble... And staying here isn't good either - you live with parents, right?"
"It'd be nice to have some people to have our back if weird shit happens again..." Jezelle indicated, sounding a little less grumpy and more fidgety.
Trevor muttered under his breath. "I never said get out. I asked if you planned to stay the night." Curse Jez for making sense. He eyed Alex suspiciously. "My folks are gone at least until tomorrow night at the earliest. And if you plan to hang around, there will be ground rules... And what's with you Alex?"
"I keep hearing things, this is tiring..." Alex confessed "...This shit is really poisonous. But apparently I am actually hearing and understanding radio waves."
"For crying out loud..." Trevor muttered. Now one of them was hearing voices in his head. And the honestly wandered why he was having misgivings. He muttered all the way to the kitchen and back, only took about half a minute, if not less, then tossed the roll of aluminum foil at Alex.
"Well now that you put it like that, and if offering, yeah. Thanks. I think it is better that we stick together for now. When are your parental units expected to come home?” Erin asked. “Will they be all that tolerant to having us all here?”
"This thing amplifies waves..." Alex muttered
"It blocks some too. Faraday cage. Try it or hold still," Trevor glared back.
"Huh... It might work, if these waves are heared by my ears only." Alex said, wrapping the foil around his ears. To his surprise, it did help a bit. As it did help in blocking other sounds partially.
"You think. It could just be a series of receptors somewhere in your brain that's just translated as sound, and have nothing to do with your ears at all," Trevor huffed.
"I've closed the ears, sound stopped." Alex replied, trying hard to hear Trevor.
"Excuse me, Prince Albert," He smirked. "What ever floats your boat."
"King Albert." Erin corrected. "But he's still not blond enough to be King."
"He was in the can," Trevor shrugged. "Hence, prince."
Jezelle eventually tossed the magazine aside with a frustrated sigh.
"Damn magazine needs more pages..." Jezelle said wistfully as her attention was inevitably forced back onto the situation at hand.
"Want a book?" Trevor offered. Hmm... he was feeling the need. The need for protein. And the wings were all gone...
"Sure, anything to keep me occupied right now. Isn't anyone else completely lost with this?" Jezelle said half-rhetorically.
"Any good movies to watch?" Erin offered. "And yeah, I have... No fucking clue as to what's going on right now. I wish someone would tell me sometime soon..."
"Must you swear..." Trevor muttered, mostly to himself.
"Given the circumstances, I think I'm justified. Besides, would you rather have swearing or screaming?" Erin asked.
"I'd rather have neither..." Alex said, closing his eyes, feeling a bit... Fuzzy.
"Ground rules: No screaming, excessive swearing, randomly turning into water or what ever else will be added." Trevor counted them off on his fingers. "Please... enough surprises for one day..."
"Would you mind if I used the shower by the way? If we are spending the night here." Erin asked. "I promise I'll do everything I can not to turn into water... Or slime."
"Not sure if I have more clothes..." Trevor sighed. Meh. He probably did.
"Screw clothes." Alex stated.
"See that door?" Trevor asked with a smile, pointing at the main entrance
"I'm sure I'll be fine." Erin said then facepalmed at what Alex said. "New rule: Clothes must be worn at all times, and a complete set at that."
"Even if I would turn into somethign that doesn't need them? D'aww." Alex said and sighed.
"Well I've already showered, a book and a bed will suit me just fine," Jezelle said, pretty much ignoring Alex.
"Alex must remain clothed," Trevor confirmed as he shuffled through the papers for the fly from the pizza company. He didn't find it so grabbed a chicken place instead., he checked price and funds before wandering off to order. Wings. And chicken.
Marina sat up, she was holding together her form as best she could. She had no idea how she was to turn back, but for now she was content to be pure water. Although that was another concern, how was she to eat...She did however stop caring that she was essentially naked in this form. "I've already turned into something that doesn't need clothes...but that's more about how clothes won't stay on than personal choice.", Marina croaked out, "How are the rest of you doing...I'm doing fine."
"D'aww..." Alex repeated, not being happy at all about having to be always clothed. Even though it was mostly a joke - he would feel awkward and creeped up if he would actually have to undress in front of these people. He didn't open his eyes up and didn't see Marina, so he couldn't really comment, using only memory to reconstruct her image in his mind. And it wasn't as impressive as it was in reality.
"Now if only I knew how to change back...no wait, then I'd be nude...eh it's a problem I'll solve later.", Marina joked.
Erin finally had enough of her twitchyness and shoved the laptop into her bag as quick;y as she could and closed it, turning away. "Geah!" She yelled, passing the bag to Alex. "Take this! Hide it from me!"
"Why are you scared of your computer Erin?" Marina asked.
"Besides the fact that it's tlking to me? Because I'm doing something on it and I don't know what it is." Erin replied.
"Hmm....what's it saying?", Marina asked. She was fine with being nude and water, probably because she only held the rough outline of a water girl.
"Does that really matter? The computer is talking to me, and it's not supposed to do that." Erin stressed.
"Dunno what to say, I'd hug you, but you might faint again...", Marina said, "We'll protect you from the big bad laptop."
Alex took the computer from the bag, turned to the side and opened it up, switching it on. "Hey." He muttered when the PC switched on. He took off his alluminium headband, figuring out the frequency of rock music stantion that is listenable. "Would you switch off when Erin would try to touch you? Or maybe not allow her fingerprint to pass? She has some trouble..."
"What's Alex doing?", Marina asked Erin.
"Acknowledged." the laptop replied
"Just make it temporary, so when she would get rid of trouble, you'll let her in. Deal? Deal." Alex finished and then added "Well, now you can get to sleep, power source isn't going to be here soon.."
"He's talking to the computer as well." Erin said rubbing her temples in frustration. "You relly can't hear it?"
"Not at all, frankly I'm not even sure how I can still hear you, you're not going to faint are you? I don't have to splash some cold water on you or something?"
"Ummm... Please don't..." Erin said. "That'll feel.... weird for both of us." She said. "This day is just to weird... What the heck is going on with us anyways?"
"Well I didn't start sweating until this morning...just after the chemical explosion...should be nothing.", Marina said slightly disappointed Erin didn't need to be splashed.
"Maybe it's just a dream? One big mean ellaborate and damn insane dream." Alex suggested.
"Feels pretty darn real to me...and my dreams are in third person perspective, so that doesn't help.", Marina sighed, "Maybe if I splash all of you with cold water..."
"No! noooo nooo nooo," Erin said taking a step back from Marina.
"Fine, so how are you two feeling anyway...me...despite this condition I feel great.", Marina said to the two.
"Incredably weird," Erin said. "Feeling like a headache is comming on."
"Incredibly weird...there's the first understatement of the day.", Marina laughed.
"As if I was flashbanged and then processed to be lobotomy'd." Alex remarked, his head moving up and down as he listened to the music only he could hear.
Trevor returned to his owl watch post by the door, not quite sure why he was craving meat. Either way, his massive order of two dozen pieces of chicken and some wings on the side was about twenty minutes out. He straddled the chair, sitting on it backwards, a mild glare aimed at the three 'contaminated' ones. "You are taking thinks rather well," he directed at Marina.
"Given the circumstances...I have no choice but to accept what happened, despite what it looked like it wasn't painful in the slightest...Feels oddly natural ", Marina replied. She was indeed scared at first, but sometimes suspension of disbelief worked in real life as well. If she could accept her condition as real she could work on coping with it instead of screaming about it, though she hoped it wasn't permanent.
"Natural? Are you kidding me?" Trevor gasped.
"Yes..yes I am...but would you prefer for me to freak out and drag the cops back in here...my fear is that this is permanent.", Marina said slightly exasperated.
"Turns into a puddle and it's natural..." Trevor muttered, not quite getting over that part. "We can always try knocking you out."
"I'd like to avoid that if possible...", Marina said, "You know I was kidding when I said that right?" Marina really didn't want to consider getting knocked out right now, worst case she was still a puddle, she'd come to having been washed down the drain..
It was a mess of dilemmas in Jezelle's head as she merely sat slumped on the couch staring at the three, wondering what to say and what not to say. Turning into water was far, far from normal or even physically possible, and in the remote chance that it was somehow possible, it couldn't be stable.
"I'm surprised your not worried that it might get worse... going from human to water is... a pretty dramatic cellular change..." Jezelle said with a bit of a contemplative grimace, her eyes unfocused a little, "Not like we have much in the way of choices, since going anywhere that might know how to help would undoubtedly lead to some secret research agency kidnapping you for study."
"I'm trying not to think about that. With luck this is as far as it goes.", Marina suggested flowing off the couch while she was considering the possibilities.
"Riiiiight... 'cause you've been so lucky as of late," Trevor said snidely.
"Again, I'm just happy my friends are looking out for me...all things considered this isn't so bad.", Marina said. She was often the optimist, and she did genuinely feel this could have gone a lot worse. She could be in the sewers right now. She clambered back onto the couch.
"Just a question... but have you considering bodily functions?" Trevor asked, glancing at the clock. Damn... were was that delivery man. He was seriously jonesing for some chicken. Or beef. Or goat. Damn. Anything that was meat really.
Erin meanwhile massaged her temples, trying to forget about her laptop. "If you don't mind, I'm gonna get a shower." She said, recalling what she said earlier and actually acted on it this time. She headed off to the bathroom.
Trevor watched her walk off. "So... how long you think before she realizes she doesn't have a towel?" He commented after she left.
"Probably after she's finished," Jezelle said airily, half-suppressing a yawn, "You can do the honors, I'm hitting the sack, past my bedtime and I'd rather leave all this drama for tomorrow. Any bed is fine yeah, Trev?"
She propelled herself off the couch and grabbed her bag, slinging it over a shoulder and went to head off to one of the bedrooms.
"Leave the master alone," he warned. He would disinfect the sheets later. Or get new ones. Actually... on that note. He looked at Marina. "Um... I'm not sure if I want you on a bed..."
"Don't worry, the bed should stay dry regardless.", Marina said
"Forgive me it I don't trust that claim," Trevor said blandly. He glanced at the clock. "Your thirty seven minutes of experience don't warrant a lot of confidence..."
"I know, so what's the plan now?...it's your house after all....please not the washing machine again.", Marina asked.
"No," Trevor smirked, picturing her sleeping in the washtub. "Bath tub. I'll even toss in a spare comforter and pillow." He could wash those too. And the sofa cushions...
"If you insist...or we can stay up and you can help me figure out how to change back."
"You didn't like the knock out idea," Trevor shrugged.
"I really didn't, I was hoping there was a better one.", Marina shrugged and stood up.
"You asked for my opinion, you got it," Trevor shrugged. The doorbell rang and he shoot up and raced to the door. "Finally."
"Ack, do I need to hide again?", Marina asked.
Trevor was too occupied with the thought of the long awaited meat to hear Marina, was already at the door anyway. Step one; open door. Step two; greet. Step three; take bag. Step four; give money. Step five; close door. About twenty seconds tops. "Preeeeciouuussss...."
"What'd you get?", Marina asked.
Trevor sheepishly looked down at the large bag in his hand. "Um... some chicken..."
"Maybe I can use osmosis.", Marina said, "Sadly I doubt it."
When Erin finally came out of the shower, dried off and dressed again, she looked to everyone. "Did I miss anything?" She asked.
Trevor looked over at Erin. "... Where did you get a towel?"
"Oh, I just used the one Marina used earlier. Not perfect, but it had to do." Erin said.
"Ya know..." Trevor said as he rustled around in the bag and pulled out a drumstick, "f either Alex of I did that, you two would hurt us..."
Erin tilted her head. "No we wouldn't... Only if you tried to steal our towels or peep while we were drying off."
"It's not peeping it's your shower," Trevor muttered. "Miriam, you can use the basement tub. No chance of people walking in on you."
"Do I really need to wash off at this point?", Marina said.
"It's the tub or the washer," he said around a mouthful of chicken, already on his second piece.
"Fine fine, hope I can figure out how to change back...I won't be going to sleep just yet...", Marina said to Trevor.
"Fine, whatever..." Trevor muttered, starting on a third piece. "I'm turning in... Maybe I'll wake up and find this was all a dream...[notice: 18(?)]. I'll drop the comforter in the in the bathroom. And leave the doors open and light on so you can find it. Feel free to lock yourself in."
"Night Trevor," Erin said. "Yeah, sleep sounds like a good idea... Night everyone. I'mma turn in to." She yawned and headed off to one of the guest rooms. Erin suprisingly fell asleep faster then she usually did. Normally staring at the ceiling for an hour or two before suddenly falling asleep from her prespective.
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Trevor pretty much did that. He dropped a spare comforter in the bathroom and a pillow, hit the lights, then hid away in his own cave for the night. Earlier than normal, but he had the rest of the chicken to finish off.
Marina submerged herself in the bathtub after placing the drain plug. and found that breaking her surface tension was easier than just trying to lie down. She did her best to try and rest in this state.
[[[[[[And So, Erin attempted to lead them on a grand adventure. At it's core, it was a good story, good plot and good plan. However, there were difficulties. Marina continued to get more agitated as the night went on. Jezelle could not forget Trevor's comment about perkiness, Alex was christened Albert. And the most daunting; Trevor himself. He took his promise of breaking her to heart. And he was a troll. Unrelenting. Ruthless. And arrogantly smug. And he worked the others into trolldom as well. He was only stopped because Marina was related to Senator Kelly and Aleban, and exploded into water. It got over everything. After the expected shock, he mopped it up, poured it down the drain, and swore the others to secrecy. And thus the Keepers of the Truth were born, a secret organization/cult that has since grown to hundreds of member in the government, collecting, hoarding and then lording over others with knowledge they hold, trading secrets and power, controlling nations, influencing change, controlling destiny. All because of one girl exploding. There is a lesson to be learned from this. But I will let you realize it yourself, my little one. Until the next tale.]]]]]