Tigerean and Weres - Clocky
April 29th, 2011 6:58 AM
Being mated to a pair of creatures that like to sleep in, and also having a habit of sleeping in is generally a bad combination. Especially when the only alarm clock one has makes a noise that is the exact same noise as the hull integrity failure alarm on their spacecraft. Even worse, most of the other alarm clocks have the same exact noise, which made for a problem. My attempts to work around it sort of worked once I got the puppet online, but more often then not, Kath generally slept as a resident in my head, or she took over the meat body and made me resident. It really freaked me out when I discovered the hard way that she knew a spell to gender-morph the meat body, and we had a rather long and embarrassing (for both of us) talk about pregnancy afterward.
So, I was in the market, one might say, for an alarm clock that: a) could wake the semi-dead; b) didn’t sound like a ‘hull breach in progress’ alarm and didn’t have a lame ‘wake to radio’ feature; and c) wasn’t a couple million bucks worth of mage-created hullmetal, titanium, and assorted plastics and organics. (Sure, the puppet functioned quite well as a reliable alarm clock, but it looked... creepy sitting in the chair next to the bed, looking over the conglomeration of fur and assorted body parts that comprised a typical night’s sleep for the three/four of us.) So, I was poking at the internet, and found something that might work- a Clocky. (for those that don’t know, it’s an alarm clock on wheels, and with a sound that resembles R2D2 on an overdose of heroin. And forces you to chase it down to shut it the fuck up. demo) It arrived a couple days later, and I got it ready to go after verifying with Ch’Mrr and Sh’Meral that it didn’t resemble some other alarm on their ships. I was expecting the alarm to go off at 7, and the thing was even keeping close to the atomic clock’s time. I had no idea what my two insane companions would do, so I was lying awake in anticipation for almost five minutes when the hour of seven hit and the clocky kicked off to signal that it was time to wake up.
It made it’s noise, went to spin it’s wheels, and Ch’Mrr shifted suddenly in the bed. I felt a massive spike of magic from him, and then I heard a noise that sounded like an expensive alarm clock being crushed in a 5 ton hydraulic press. Once that noise stopped, Ch’Mrr rolled over, chuffed, and went back to the semi-snore that he was used to.
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Being mated to a pair of creatures that like to sleep in, and also having a habit of sleeping in is generally a bad combination. Especially when the only alarm clock one has makes a noise that is the exact same noise as the hull integrity failure alarm on their spacecraft. Even worse, most of the other alarm clocks have the same exact noise, which made for a problem. My attempts to work around it sort of worked once I got the puppet online, but more often then not, Kath generally slept as a resident in my head, or she took over the meat body and made me resident. It really freaked me out when I discovered the hard way that she knew a spell to gender-morph the meat body, and we had a rather long and embarrassing (for both of us) talk about pregnancy afterward.
So, I was in the market, one might say, for an alarm clock that: a) could wake the semi-dead; b) didn’t sound like a ‘hull breach in progress’ alarm and didn’t have a lame ‘wake to radio’ feature; and c) wasn’t a couple million bucks worth of mage-created hullmetal, titanium, and assorted plastics and organics. (Sure, the puppet functioned quite well as a reliable alarm clock, but it looked... creepy sitting in the chair next to the bed, looking over the conglomeration of fur and assorted body parts that comprised a typical night’s sleep for the three/four of us.) So, I was poking at the internet, and found something that might work- a Clocky. (for those that don’t know, it’s an alarm clock on wheels, and with a sound that resembles R2D2 on an overdose of heroin. And forces you to chase it down to shut it the fuck up. demo) It arrived a couple days later, and I got it ready to go after verifying with Ch’Mrr and Sh’Meral that it didn’t resemble some other alarm on their ships. I was expecting the alarm to go off at 7, and the thing was even keeping close to the atomic clock’s time. I had no idea what my two insane companions would do, so I was lying awake in anticipation for almost five minutes when the hour of seven hit and the clocky kicked off to signal that it was time to wake up.
It made it’s noise, went to spin it’s wheels, and Ch’Mrr shifted suddenly in the bed. I felt a massive spike of magic from him, and then I heard a noise that sounded like an expensive alarm clock being crushed in a 5 ton hydraulic press. Once that noise stopped, Ch’Mrr rolled over, chuffed, and went back to the semi-snore that he was used to.
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