Live Feedleash Log: 6/13/07
Naboo says:
*sees the corner of a hideous shirt caught in the doorframe, and carefully opens the airing cupboard where Claire said she was hiding* Claire? Are you alright?
CLAIRE says:
Uh *is in the middle of feedleashing something furious at Dan, but can't really move* Yeah. *shakes her free arm at him* Pull! I'll try to exhale and hold it.
Naboo says:
*braces a curly-toed slipper against the wall* Think thin, girl...
Naboo says:
*heaves*
CLAIRE says:
*lets out a tiny yelp as she's jerkily pulled half-way out the cupboard, which of course means she takes in another breath of air and gets stuck* Ooof, try again?
Naboo says:
*sort of staring a little bit at her left breast, which is alarmingly...different*
CLAIRE says:
*waves her hand at him* Hey?
Naboo says:
*blinks*
Naboo says:
Sorry.
Naboo says:
*heaves again, looking upwards politely*
CLAIRE says:
*sucks in to make herself as thin on top as possible, then pops out of the cupboard with abrupt force, nearly taking both herself and Naboo to the floor*
CLAIRE says:
Shit! *finds her balance and crosses her arms over her chest, wincing* That fucking.. like, hurt!
Naboo says:
*fixes his eyes carefully on her face*
Naboo says:
Why were you in there anyway?
CLAIRE says:
*gestures to her feedleash* Dan said he was coming to find me. I didn't want him to see, so I hid. And then he... *starts tapping the device against her thigh in annoyance* He thought I was fucking Jones!
Naboo says:
*nods* I saw.
Naboo says:
This is me being restrained.
CLAIRE says:
*stuffs her feedleash into the backpocket of her jeans* *runs her fingers through her hair and starts to pace in an agitated sort of circle* What the...! How could he... ? I mean, would -you- ever think that? Who thinks that sort of thing about their sister and their boyfriend?
CLAIRE says:
*has momentarily sort of forgot about her chest situation*
Naboo says:
*leans against the bath*
Naboo says:
A dick?
CLAIRE says:
*pulls at her hair again* Grrrrr! When I see him he'll get such a fucking smack!
Naboo says:
*coughs* Not to...er. The situation? The magic? I mean, I want you to smack Dan as much as anyone, more so, even. But you might want to scurry into my room before people see you. *shrugs*
CLAIRE says:
*looks at her endowments* Oh, right. Okay. Um... look and see that there's no one in the hall first?
Naboo says:
*opens the door a crack, pokes his head through*
Naboo says:
*slightly muffled* Bollo, piss off, there's a good familiar.
CLAIRE says:
*waits anxiously, then breathes a little sigh of relief when Naboo gives her an 'all clear' nod*
CLAIRE says:
*follows him hurriedly to his bedroom at the end of the hall*
Naboo says:
*opens the door like a stakeout operation, standing to one side, keeping a lookout and ushering her through*
CLAIRE says:
*plops herself on the end of his bed* Ow. They like... give me aches right between my shoulderblades. *reaches and tries to rub the middle of her back*
Naboo says:
*wanders over to his bedside cabinet, rummaging through the general detritus you generally find - and coming up with a pair of latex gloves*
Naboo says:
And you just woke up like this?
CLAIRE says:
*hears the snapping of the gloves and winces a little - it's a clinical, not-reassuring sound* Yeah. I sat up from the couch and the buttons just... -popped- off my pyjama top.
Naboo says:
*nods* The fact that they move around means that it's probably a physical change rather than an illusion.
CLAIRE says:
*isn't completely thrilled to hear this* Is that good or bad?
Naboo says:
*turns, cold and clinical* It's bad.
Naboo says:
*and catches sight of her face*
Naboo says:
Um. I mean.
Naboo says:
*cheerily* Don't worry, I'll fix it.
CLAIRE says:
*looks at him with wide eyes* I can't look like Jordan, I'll never be taken seriously again by anyone, ever.
Naboo says:
*grins, shaking his head* Seriously, I'll fix it.
Naboo says:
You don't trust me?
Naboo says:
*straightens up to all of his five foot* I'm a mighty shaman. I died and came back. There's nothing I can't do.
CLAIRE says:
Noooo...I do. *smiles a little at his grand proclamation* So should I... ? *tentatively touches one of the buttons on the shirt she's wearing - Howard's polyester orange-and-cream striped number*
Naboo says:
*nods* Yeah. Unbutton it all and hold it closed, if you could.
Naboo says:
*clears his throat* I'll, er, face the wall?
CLAIRE says:
*shakes her head vaguely* No, it's okay. *unbuttons the shirt fast, to get it over with, but keeps it held shut*
Naboo says:
*nods again, chewing on his lip*
Naboo says:
Right.
Naboo says:
*kneels in front of her*
CLAIRE says:
*doesn't really know where to look, so her eyes kind of go off to the side, examining some of the shaman books on his shelves*
Naboo says:
*pulls her shirt apart at the top, and examines the skin just below her collarbone, looking for needle marks or mystic sigils*
Naboo says:
*prodding slightly*
CLAIRE says:
*keeps her head averted away, especially as she can feel his face RIGHT THERE* *flinches slightly at the prodding - not because it hurts, but just in surprise*
CLAIRE says:
*starts to nervously giggle*
Naboo says:
*blinks*
CLAIRE says:
*snorts, trying to keep the laughter in* Sorry. *clears her throat*
Naboo says:
*grins* No, it's-
Naboo says:
-I get it.
Naboo says:
Sorry, let's get this over with.
Naboo says:
*rearranges his robes a little fussily*
CLAIRE says:
*lets out a breath* Yeah, let's. Look... *abruptly opens her shirt, like a flasher would* I'M A FREAK!
Naboo says:
*ducks his head from laughing, almost putting his face in her lap*
CLAIRE says:
Don't laugh! *even though his laughing is making her laugh*
Naboo says:
*muffled* I'm looking for my twenty dollar bills...
CLAIRE says:
*realises she's still holding her shirt opens and drops her hold on it, leaving it open and everything exposed as it is* *jostles him with her knee* Yeah, that's what sort of life I'm destined for if this isn't sorted. *looks down at her chest in wonder, then starts giggling again*
Naboo says:
*sits up properly, eyes a little wet from laughing*
Naboo says:
Okay okay sorry.
Naboo says:
*shakes his head*
Naboo says:
Wow, but...I mean. Whoever did this, it wasn't a woman.
Naboo says:
And it wasn't someone with a very good grasp of human anatomy.
CLAIRE says:
So it was a 12 year old boy, then. Lovely. *pulls a tiny face* Or a half-blind lesbian?
Naboo says:
*thinking* Or a shaman.
Naboo says:
*sort of - prods at them, not unkindly*
Naboo says:
*they're clearly very heavy*
Naboo says:
I think they're real, though.
CLAIRE says:
*flatly* They're not filled with candy floss. *thinking on what he said*
I can't think of anyone who'd be bothered with my tits. Not really.
Naboo says:
*lifts one up slightly, bending his head to look at the skin under it for any marks*
Naboo says:
No secret admirers with a pocketful of spells?
CLAIRE says:
*shrugs* None that I know of. Maybe it's not an admirer, though. I mean... *points at her face and makes an exaggerated frown* see this face? Not my happy one.
Naboo says:
*shrugs* Seems like a funny sort of torture.
Naboo says:
Any enemies, then?
Naboo says:
*waves both hands over her chest, muttering something - the light overhead flickers a couple of times*
CLAIRE says:
*grins tartly* Who, me, enemies? I'm the girl next door, aren't I? *glances up wonderingly as the light flickers*
Naboo says:
Everyone has enemies, though. What about the goth girls? This could be their style.
CLAIRE says:
Ebola wouldn't do that. We're friends. *frowns in thought* I don't know about the other, though.
Naboo says:
Anthrax.
Naboo says:
*frowns at something only he can see, and makes a strange sort of sign in the air, frowning again*
CLAIRE says:
Right. I knew it was some kind of disease. *pretty much forgets about any lingering self-consciousness as she watches him do his shaman business* There's nothing else wrong with me, is there?
Naboo says:
Don't...think so...
Naboo says:
*stands up*
Naboo says:
Wait there.
Naboo says:
*goes to his wardrobe and starts knocking around, looking for something*
CLAIRE says:
*waits, folding her hands in her lap* *can't help but check herself out yet again, in mixed fascination and revulsion* *a niggle of a thought slowly occurs to her*
CLAIRE says:
You.. you don't think I should -stay- like this, do you?
Naboo says:
*over his shoulder*
Naboo says:
Do what?
Naboo says:
*and pulls out an old battered shoebox with "VINCE N HOWARD KEEP OUT"*
CLAIRE says:
*opens her mouth to repeat the question, then thinks better of it* *more loudly* Nothing, nevermind.
Naboo says:
Don't be daft.
Naboo says:
*kneeling in front of her again, the box on the floor next to him, goes through it a bit*
Naboo says:
For starters, you'll break your back.
CLAIRE says:
*winces* I think I may have done already.
Naboo says:
*pulls out a wicked looking long pin, sort of old and tarnished*
Naboo says:
*looks up at her briefly* You're not fishing for compliments, are you?
CLAIRE says:
*feels her cheeks heat just a little, and smiles sheepishly* Compliments about the way I was -before-, maybe? Especially as someone seems to have decided that I needed a makeover, and it wasn't just Vince with his lipstick this time.
Naboo says:
*fumbles through his pockets, swears* Fucking lighter's on the coffee table. *sighs* Fine. *rubs his finger and thumb together, and produces a flame, holding the needle in it to sterilise it*
Naboo says:
*without looking at her* If you want my opinion - and I don't see anyone else here - then I think you're beautiful. But you shouldn't base your self-image on other people, so who cares?
Naboo says:
*gives her a little bit of a smile*
CLAIRE says:
*bites her lip, feeling sort of stupid at how much very real happiness a compliment can provide, even when you more or less asked for it outright* Mmm, I know. I try not to. I think I'm better not caring than most. It's just... *falters a little* hard, sometimes. When you're a girl and, you know, so... *uses his word* ... -normal-. But I know it's stupid to care.
Naboo says:
*blows out the flame, waves the needle to cool it*
Naboo says:
This is hardly normal. So your reaction to it wouldn't be.
Naboo says:
But I haven't met anyone who doesn't like you, Claire, and that's-
Naboo says:
*frowns*
Naboo says:
...I want to say, 'rare.' Help me not to rhyme?
CLAIRE says:
Heh. *grins* Unusual?
Naboo says:
Thanks.
CLAIRE says:
No problem. *smiles for him for a moment, then the glint of the needle catches her eye* Erm, what's that for?
Naboo says:
*it looks cool now*
Naboo says:
*mouth twists to one side* Er. I just need to check something.
Naboo says:
It'll only take a moment. Be brave?
CLAIRE says:
*big eyes* Will it hurt?
Naboo says:
Briefly.
Naboo says:
*takes her hand and gives it a squeeze*
CLAIRE says:
Okay. *steels herself, grateful for the hand to squeeze* *shuts her eyes, then rather pointlessly announces* I'm shutting my eyes.
Naboo says:
I can see that.
Naboo says:
*pokes her very quickly with the needle, high up, and squeezes the skin, looking for blood*
CLAIRE says:
*the pain's nothing and over fast, so she opens her eyes straight away to check out what he's doing*
CLAIRE says:
I thought you were gonna let the air out of them.
Naboo says:
*snorts*
Naboo says:
If it was air, you'd be in real trouble.
Naboo says:
*in a vaguely singsong voice* Magic is science, right? And what someone has done is forced your body to rapidly enlarge itself.
Naboo says:
I have to check your circulation, your internal organs...that everything's alright.
Naboo says:
*holds up one finger, with a drop of blood*
Naboo says:
And it looks like it is.
CLAIRE says:
*relieved to hear it* Well, that's a bit of good news. *frowns* If magic is science then this is puberty run amok.
Naboo says:
Yeah, pretty much.
Naboo says:
Let me know if you experience any, um, hormonal repercussions.
Naboo says:
*puts the needle away*
CLAIRE says:
*blinks at that* Alright. But I feel okay physically and mentally, except for the whole giant breasts thing. *considers* A little... misunderstood, maybe. *looks up at him* Is that puberty or just me?
Naboo says:
*wryly* I think that's everyone.
Naboo says:
You mean Dan?
Naboo says:
*half-muttering* Because I am perfectly happy to spike his arse into oblivion...
CLAIRE says:
*feels immediately enraged at the name* Gah! He misunderstands me, all right. Understatement of the century. And I definitely don't understand him. *at his offer, her fury fades and she manages a smile*
Naboo says:
*lets go of her hand to peel off the gloves and tidy up*
Naboo says:
My magic only stretches so far. It won't explain Dan pissing Ashcroft.
CLAIRE says:
*re-folds her hands on her lap* *laments* No, I didn't really think it would. *watches him discard the gloves* What now? Are we done?
Naboo says:
...yeah.
Naboo says:
*sits next to her on the bed*
Naboo says:
Okay, so it's magical.
Naboo says:
And it's a physical change.
Naboo says:
And.
Naboo says:
*pauses*
Naboo says:
I can't put it right just yet.
CLAIRE says:
*tiny voice* You can't?
Naboo says:
*shakes his head*
Naboo says:
But I'll research, and I'll investigate, and we'll get this sorted as soon as possible.
Naboo says:
I promise.
CLAIRE says:
*in a dim sort of horror* I have to keep wearing Howard's shirt?
Naboo says:
Er.
Naboo says:
I've got some spare robes?
Naboo says:
*vaguely* Good thing about robes, they fit any size...
CLAIRE says:
Um... I guess? I... maybe I can go down to.. *starts to make a soft, halfway hysterical laughing noise* where strippers shop!
Naboo says:
*puts a hand on her back*
CLAIRE says:
*sniffles and feels sorry for herself, because she deserves it, and starts to slowly re-button the shirt*
Naboo says:
It's tricky, when it's other peoples...but I'll...not more than a couple of days, okay?
Naboo says:
*slightly desperately* Anything you need?
CLAIRE says:
A hat and sunglasses? Vince should have those. *wearily* I still need to get that application into whats-his-name.
Naboo says:
...Berry.
Naboo says:
Matt Berry.
CLAIRE says:
*shrugs without concern* Right. *reaches out and gives his volumnous robe sleeve the tiniest of tugs* Thanks... I know you're doing everything you can.
Naboo says:
*pats the top of her head awkwardly* We'll catch the bastard, and we'll make his gonads so big he'll be carrying them around in a wheelbarrow.
CLAIRE says:
*let's out a single, harsh laugh* Ha! *feels her feedleash buzz in her back-pocket, and removes it* *reads the latest and reports to Naboo:* Rudi says he's going to Mexico for a bit. *looks away from the device to Naboo* Ooh, could I have his room? Especially because I'm like this? *gestures to herself*
Naboo says:
*blinks*
Naboo says:
*hearing a similar buzz from the coffee table in the living room*
Naboo says:
Sure, no problem.
Naboo says:
You're welcome to it.
CLAIRE says:
*gives him a shy smile* Thanks. Um. I sort of feel like we should hug? But I don't want to smother you. *snickers a little*
Naboo says:
*grins*
Naboo says:
You could hug my back?
Naboo says:
*hooks an arm around her neck in a vaguely family fashion, and presses a kiss to the top of her head*
CLAIRE says:
*gives his side an affectionate squeeze* That'll do, too.
Naboo says:
You're one of the good ones, Clairesicle.