Sasan - the Phoenix - cracksasan_arfurOctober 24 2012, 19:38:15 UTC
Dressed for work, but I have accidentally had some coffee from a cup that Walter put something in. Something weird is happening to me, and I don't know what it is.
I'm sitting in the break room, sipping my own coffee and reading the paper. It's when I glance over the paper to say something to Sas that I notice it. There's something wrong here, something that I hadn't noticed before. I'm not too sure what it is yet, that's all.
"Did you cut your hair recently?" That's the first thing I can think of, though it's not that. It's like there's this strange glow around Sasan. Maybe it's a 'just had sex' glow, but if that was the case... Wouldn't he have been talking a mile a minute about it already?
I reached up to touch my hair and frowned. There was something on my hand, and I didn't remember touching anything sticky or glowy. I turned to the sink and poured some liquid soap onto my hands to wash them, and then grabbed some paper towels before turning back to Kurt.
"No, same old hair. Same old product in it." He was looking at me strangely. "What's wrong? Do I have a zit or something?"
He's standing with his back to me, cleaning his hands and that's when I notice what's different. He's taller, somehow. Sasan doesn't need to be taller, he's already looming over the likes of me and yet, there he is, ta--- Hang on, no, that's not the issue at all.
"You..." I point down towards his feet. "You're hovering, Sas. How are you doing that? Dear god, your ego can't be that inflated." I'm joking. It's a pretty weak joke, but then I'm in shock.
"I'm what?" I looked down and was hit by a wave of vertigo that nearly made me throw up. Kurt was right. I was floating. "Whoever is doing this it is not funny!"
I tried to walk, but my feet wouldn't hit the ground. I ended up running in place like a hamster on a wheel until I gave up. No it wasn't funny. It wasn't funny at all. "It's got to be one of the specials. It could be my boss. He has telekinesis."
Sasan running in place would have made me laugh if I hadn't been so worried about him. "...Would your boss do something like that?" I get up and open the door to the break room, looking outside. There's no one lurking around and we seem to be alone.
"I don't think any special is involved in this. I didn't see anyone. Maybe we should rethink this." I take his hand, attempting to pull him down to the ground again. Not too difficult, though he's still floating a little bit. "Maybe it's you. Maybe you're special. It could be that it's contagious." Not that I've learned anything yet to indicate that it is, but it's a theory. Work in progress.
"I don't know how this happened, but it needs to stop. I mean it wouldn't be so bad if I could land or move." It feels better when Kurt gets me down to the floor or close to it. I grabbed onto the counter with the other, forcing my feet to the floor. "I... oh god! Dr. Bishop! He gave me a cookie. He said it was special. I thought he meant that it might have pot in it, but I didn't taste any when I took a nibble. I know what that tastes like. And I didn't want to blow a drug test...."
I stare at Sasan when he tells me he got a cookie from that crazy doctor he's been telling me about. Why on -earth- would he think it was a good idea to eat anything given to him by Doctor Bishop? As if it wasn't enough with mutant monkeys and the other nutty stories, now there is this.
"That cookie made you fly. That's... a very literal being high kind of thing. Oh god, it's like when Puck made pot muffins, all over again. Except no one flew..." I'm pacing, hand over my mouth and worried for Sas. "You should see if you can control it. Otherwise I'll have to get you a leash and pull you along with me back home."
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"Did you cut your hair recently?" That's the first thing I can think of, though it's not that. It's like there's this strange glow around Sasan. Maybe it's a 'just had sex' glow, but if that was the case... Wouldn't he have been talking a mile a minute about it already?
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"No, same old hair. Same old product in it." He was looking at me strangely. "What's wrong? Do I have a zit or something?"
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"You..." I point down towards his feet. "You're hovering, Sas. How are you doing that? Dear god, your ego can't be that inflated." I'm joking. It's a pretty weak joke, but then I'm in shock.
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I tried to walk, but my feet wouldn't hit the ground. I ended up running in place like a hamster on a wheel until I gave up. No it wasn't funny. It wasn't funny at all. "It's got to be one of the specials. It could be my boss. He has telekinesis."
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"I don't think any special is involved in this. I didn't see anyone. Maybe we should rethink this." I take his hand, attempting to pull him down to the ground again. Not too difficult, though he's still floating a little bit. "Maybe it's you. Maybe you're special. It could be that it's contagious." Not that I've learned anything yet to indicate that it is, but it's a theory. Work in progress.
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"That cookie made you fly. That's... a very literal being high kind of thing. Oh god, it's like when Puck made pot muffins, all over again. Except no one flew..." I'm pacing, hand over my mouth and worried for Sas. "You should see if you can control it. Otherwise I'll have to get you a leash and pull you along with me back home."
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