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[glowinglikefire]

"Morph? MORPH! Get back here!" A boot hopping along on its own quickly enters the hotel, pursued by a teenage boy too absorbed in pursuing his shoe to notice the change in surroundings at first. He's not quite sixteen, and his brown rattail swings wildly behind him as he dives to catch the runaway boot. What appears to be a pink blob of jello

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[gothamboywonder]

Dick's just wandering by when he almost gets hit by a jello-like-substance. He blinks a bit before seeing the boy, things click, and he heads over to him.

"Uh ... Welcome to the hotel," he says.

[glowinglikefire]

"Welcome to the hotel!" The little pink blob mimics Dick in his (her? its?) high-pitched voice, shifting into a tiny perfect replica of him as well just before Jim's hands dart out, trapping the alien between cupped palms.

"Ah, sorry. ...Wait, did you say hotel? What hotel?" That makes no sense. There weren't exactly a lot of them around, especially since they had only barely started rebuilding the inn.

[glowinglikefire]

[I think a lot of people aren't paying attention to DS at the moment. been awhile, hopefully there'll be another upswing in activity soon.]

Jim looks up a bit startled at the voice, and Morph hides behind his head. "Uh, sort of. And yeah, he is." The little blob creeps out over Jim's shoulder. "Morph," Jim hisses, and grabs to catch it between both hands, partially to keep it contained and partially to protect it, just in case.

[glowinglikefire]

"Don't worry," Jim says, a slight edge to his words. The whole situation has him a bit nervous, he still doesn't even know where he is. "Morph doesn't hang around where he's not wanted." Part of the creature squirts up between Jim's hands and forms into a mouth blowing a raspberry at Richard, Jim hurriedly shoves the blob back down.