Double, Double Toil and So Forth...
He isn't certain when it happened. Or how, or why. He can't even be certain that he simply isn't hallucinating this whole disturbing affair but, whatever the cause or reason behind it, he knows that his shirt shouldn't be pooled around him like this, completely swamping him in untold amounts of coarse linen. Strange, he'd never thought the weave was so dense. Stranger still that he can only seem to think about the weave of any material, coarse or otherwise, at a time like this.
William fights his way out from under the heavy tent of his shirt and peers out at his suddenly alien world. He looks up to find that the top of his vast table is a good ten feet above his head, a height he can't possibly hope to reach from all the way down here no matter how much he tries to stretch his arm towards it. And, even more perplexing, is that the book he'd been so studiously reading is at his feet, easily four tmes the size of his hand. He can even read the title without having to wear his specially modified glasses: Great Expectations.
"Oh, my giddy aunt..."
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It's dark by the time he reaches Gabriella's building. Everything looks so different from down here and it feels like so far a walk that it seems to have taken him ten times as long to reach it. When he finally does, he stares in dismay at the window he knows is hers... And the fire escape he'll have to climb to reach it...
[OOC: Sorry for the wait D: My DNS server decided that the moment I clicked the post-to-journal button was the perfect time to go down. *fistshake!*]
William fights his way out from under the heavy tent of his shirt and peers out at his suddenly alien world. He looks up to find that the top of his vast table is a good ten feet above his head, a height he can't possibly hope to reach from all the way down here no matter how much he tries to stretch his arm towards it. And, even more perplexing, is that the book he'd been so studiously reading is at his feet, easily four tmes the size of his hand. He can even read the title without having to wear his specially modified glasses: Great Expectations.
"Oh, my giddy aunt..."
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It's dark by the time he reaches Gabriella's building. Everything looks so different from down here and it feels like so far a walk that it seems to have taken him ten times as long to reach it. When he finally does, he stares in dismay at the window he knows is hers... And the fire escape he'll have to climb to reach it...
[OOC: Sorry for the wait D: My DNS server decided that the moment I clicked the post-to-journal button was the perfect time to go down. *fistshake!*]