Room 511 - Saturday Morning
Kyle had plans today involving swimming and lunch and maybe dropping in to see Marcus and to pretend their last conversation never happened. You know, usual weekend stuff.
There was a slight problem with that when he woke up made of plastic. Yellow plastic. His shirt wasn't even a shirt! His pants weren't even pants! They were more like part of his skin! Bright yellow plastic skin.
Alarmed, he tried to climb out of bed and couldn't. "My hips don't turn. I don't have toes. I don't have fingers. I can't even reach my hair!" If his eyebrows could move, they would have been sky high.
[OOC: Sleep for me. Open for the roomie/guests/dust bunnies this evening!]
There was a slight problem with that when he woke up made of plastic. Yellow plastic. His shirt wasn't even a shirt! His pants weren't even pants! They were more like part of his skin! Bright yellow plastic skin.
Alarmed, he tried to climb out of bed and couldn't. "My hips don't turn. I don't have toes. I don't have fingers. I can't even reach my hair!" If his eyebrows could move, they would have been sky high.
[OOC: Sleep for me. Open for the roomie/guests/dust bunnies this evening!]