[dear_multiverse] the notorious halloween lol.
To recap: The extraordinary place known only as the Nexus had proven to be quite the retreat for Howard. Although it was easy to lose track of time, that didn't seem to bother him much.
(Of course Vince had found the place first, but he wasn't going to let that bother him either. Now... Gregory finding the place... that was something the Jazz Maverick hadn't counted on happening.)
Although, quite recently, Howard found himself in an unlikely predicament. He had heard in passing never to trust anything in the Nexus (food especially), but his curiosity got the best of him when one of the many sitting rooms turned into a mysterious makeshift horror-movie-poster-selling operation.
Shortly after Vince brought home a few posters and tacked them up in the flat, he became quite tired and sluggish. Of course it was commonplace for Vince to stay up late, go out patying, and the like, but him not being his usual cheery self? And... looking a bit gray? With his always fabulous hair starting to look anything but? Howard simply wrote it off as Vince falling ill. It's autumn, everyone gets sick in autumn...
Of course a few days later when Howard himself woke up, shuffled to the washroom, and caught himself in the mirror above the sink, he knew it was something serious. First Vince falling ill like that, now Howard waking up with a pair of rather suspicious-looking horns perched atop his head? With a drop of his toothbrush, he bolted from the washroom and went back to his bedroom in search of a hat to cover them up until he figured out how to get rid of them.
...He didn't know how to get rid of them, of course. He didn't even know what was wrong. Instead he kept that hat on his head as much as he could, trying his best to to act casual.
Then he started hearing the voices of his flatmates in his head: Vince wishing he was back to normal, missing his hair and fair complexion... Naboo wondering what he should have for lunch (there was hardly anything important going on in the shaman's mind, Howard came to realize, unless Naboo was an expert at shielding his personal thoughts)...
And he wanted so badly for it to stop, hiding in his room with his head underneath a pillow.
Vince had gone back to the Nexus to address his situation and quite possibly receive some advice... and Howard followed suit, confiding in a rather attractive redhead (who most likely was a vampire, Howard wasn't one-hundred-percent certain), the same one who broke some bad news to his mate: Vince was a zombie. A what. Zombies were only in fairy stories, bad B-movies from ages ago.
It's not like Howard was having it any better. Demon? Demon? Just his luck.
(Of course Vince had found the place first, but he wasn't going to let that bother him either. Now... Gregory finding the place... that was something the Jazz Maverick hadn't counted on happening.)
Although, quite recently, Howard found himself in an unlikely predicament. He had heard in passing never to trust anything in the Nexus (food especially), but his curiosity got the best of him when one of the many sitting rooms turned into a mysterious makeshift horror-movie-poster-selling operation.
Shortly after Vince brought home a few posters and tacked them up in the flat, he became quite tired and sluggish. Of course it was commonplace for Vince to stay up late, go out patying, and the like, but him not being his usual cheery self? And... looking a bit gray? With his always fabulous hair starting to look anything but? Howard simply wrote it off as Vince falling ill. It's autumn, everyone gets sick in autumn...
Of course a few days later when Howard himself woke up, shuffled to the washroom, and caught himself in the mirror above the sink, he knew it was something serious. First Vince falling ill like that, now Howard waking up with a pair of rather suspicious-looking horns perched atop his head? With a drop of his toothbrush, he bolted from the washroom and went back to his bedroom in search of a hat to cover them up until he figured out how to get rid of them.
...He didn't know how to get rid of them, of course. He didn't even know what was wrong. Instead he kept that hat on his head as much as he could, trying his best to to act casual.
Then he started hearing the voices of his flatmates in his head: Vince wishing he was back to normal, missing his hair and fair complexion... Naboo wondering what he should have for lunch (there was hardly anything important going on in the shaman's mind, Howard came to realize, unless Naboo was an expert at shielding his personal thoughts)...
And he wanted so badly for it to stop, hiding in his room with his head underneath a pillow.
Vince had gone back to the Nexus to address his situation and quite possibly receive some advice... and Howard followed suit, confiding in a rather attractive redhead (who most likely was a vampire, Howard wasn't one-hundred-percent certain), the same one who broke some bad news to his mate: Vince was a zombie. A what. Zombies were only in fairy stories, bad B-movies from ages ago.
It's not like Howard was having it any better. Demon? Demon? Just his luck.