Room 402, Monday night
Sam the honey badger had made her honey badgery way* back to her room, and was in the process of gleefully shredding one of her pillows when the world seemed to stutter, and suddenly the honey badger was no more.
In its place was Sam the human girl, crouched naked on the floor, her mouth full of pillow fluff.
Sam blinked, frowned, chewed thoughtfully, then spat the fluff explosively across the room.
Sam the honey badger might not have cared, but Sam the human girl preferred not to eat fluff, unless it was the sugary marshmallow variety.
[* in other words, she chased a gremlin.
Mostly establishy, but the door is cracked open, should anyone care to stumble upon Sam the no-longer-a-honey-badger.]
In its place was Sam the human girl, crouched naked on the floor, her mouth full of pillow fluff.
Sam blinked, frowned, chewed thoughtfully, then spat the fluff explosively across the room.
Sam the honey badger might not have cared, but Sam the human girl preferred not to eat fluff, unless it was the sugary marshmallow variety.
[* in other words, she chased a gremlin.
Mostly establishy, but the door is cracked open, should anyone care to stumble upon Sam the no-longer-a-honey-badger.]