Mar 01, 2010 16:08
[Everything in Howl's room is, predictably, airborne. Books drift about lazily alongside sheets of paper and mechanical parts, while the wardobe is slowly revolving sideways, and the bed is several feet off the ground. The odd windchime devices on the ceiling now hang in a state of halt, the metal pieces attatched to them shifting and glittering.]
[The feed spirals round and round for a few seconds as the Guide, also floating, meanders through the air. Then, after another rotation, it finally pans over to Howl himself, also afloat.]
[And he's gracefully stepping through the air: long, loping strides with a well-versed ease to them, as if he's strolling through water. Looking utterly serene - a bit as if he's enjoying himself, really - he crosses to the other side of the room in this fashion, snatching up a wad of wayward papers and a book or two in the process.]
[Then he turns to the wardrobe, now almost completely upside-down, and throws an idle gesture at it with a free hand.]
[It abruptly drops from the air and hits the floor sideways with a loud SLAM.]
[Howl does the same for the bed, which hits the floor with a smaller thump, and then narrowly sidesteps his desk and summons that to the ground too. Furniture taken care of, he begins fishing the smaller items out of the air, making his way around to fetch them with the same almost-dancing gait and occasionally ducking under the windchimes.]
What an interesting day this is turning out to be...
howl jenkins pendragon