Claude won't do anything YETthevanishingmanJanuary 3 2009, 22:59:04 UTC
And so an apple floated from the serving area and promptly vanished, as Claude figured he'd give healthy eating a go for the night. Well, that and it was a quick, easy meal that didn't require him taking a seat and trying to avoid getting sat on by somebody. You wouldn't believe how many times that's happened to him.
Dinner in hand, Claude was about to turn tail and leave the dining hall before it became too crowded, when he stopped, froze dead in his tracks.
No no no. Not him. Who else would be here? How many more of them?
...wait.
A flood. There was a flood. So it could've been somebody else-- but what if they didn't just look like Thompson? What if that bastard wasn't just skin deep, but enough like him that it didn't matter if it was really the man or not?
He sat the apple down, it quickly reappearing as he let go of it, then looked around for something that could be used as a weapon. Just in case, of course.
SOMEBODY ELSE JUMP IN! Claude's just gonna think murder thoughts for nowthevanishingmanJanuary 5 2009, 05:39:03 UTC
Bizarre? What was-- Oh. The apple. That was sloppy-- stupid and sloppy. He blamed the Barge. It'd been making him less vigilant, lazier, and entirely too social. He was going to have to correct that and withdraw entirely, at least while Thompson was around. Much as he wanted to kill the man, it'd draw too much attention (and there was, of course, the persistent fact that he didn't even know if this was Thompson). Too many people were filing in. So, he'd have to wait. Listen. See who this man really was.
open to Wilmot and whoeverfractured_willJanuary 3 2009, 23:09:35 UTC
[Ichabod was that geek who brought a book to dinner. Today was no exception; in fact, he carried two books with him this time. One was his journal and the other was the book Sam had given him over the holidays. He sat at a table a good distance from the others. He penned something in his journal, set it down beside him, then began to eat.]
[John found that he was wearing a dress that was all too familiar to him- in fact, all the attire that he found was familiar to him, and he exhaled. It was cruel, is what he felt of it, and he left his room with his pride drawn around him. When he arrived he searched the room and found the Constable in the distance, reading. Without hesitation he strode to the other man and took a seat at the table before glancing at the book Ichabod had before him.]
I am come as I said I would. Now, I might hope that you have something of interest to tell me?
[Ichabod promptly set aside his book when his inmate sat at the table. The body may have changed, and the voice, but the noble tone was unmistakably John's. Still, it was odd seeing him--her?--in this manner.] If you are expecting an immediate cure to this dilemma, I am afraid I will disappoint you. But, I have learned some more details about the occurrence. This flood seems to affect only Inmates, and who they change into seems to be significant to them in some way. Your wife meant a lot to you, I trust? [He hadn't meant it to be a question but it became one anyway.] This may interest you as well, but both you and the Marquis have become your respective wives.
Open ; (maybe Sylar?)kurt_bamfJanuary 3 2009, 23:16:58 UTC
[Kurt wasn't a loner sort, but he did feel intimidated by a large group of people. He sat close enough to the others so as not to be antisocial, but far enough away that he could be ignored (as if that were possible).]
Open! Maybe Loki?heartshapedwandJanuary 4 2009, 22:51:07 UTC
[Tonks bounded over in her pink-haired glory, looking around as much as possible at all the inmates here. It was a preview of what would be to come if the group session went through. Assuming the blue man was an inmate, she thought she should go introduce herself. He seemed lonely and such.]
Open! Maybe Whoever!kurt_bamfJanuary 4 2009, 23:20:37 UTC
[The pink-haired woman stood out in a crowd, so Kurt noticed her when she entered. She reminded him somewhat of Rogue and her multi-colored hair. He glanced away to his own tray - rude to stare, after all - and before long she had come over.]
Be my guest. I would not mind the company. [He offered his hand to her, once she had sat down, and welcoming smile.] Now I am certain we have not met for I would remember one so beautiful. Kurt Wagner--its a pleasure to make your acquaintance.
[Tonks gave his hand a firm shake, entirely unfazed by his fingers. She had seen everything in the wizarding world; it took a lot to surprise her. Sliding into a chair at the same time, she smiled. As she pulled her hand back, she slid her chair forward to become a little more comfortable.]
You're quite the flatterer, aren't you? So why are you here by yourself with all these lovely people about?
[With a flick of her hand, she gestured at the other tables and the dozen or so other people around.]
Open to anybodymajor_westJanuary 3 2009, 23:19:49 UTC
Most of the day had been a sort of blurry haze. He remembered getting absolutely hammered, and then Billy came in and helped him, then Morgan arrived, and...
Well. He supposed he ended up sleeping a lot of the alcohol off, in the end. Now, armed with a killer hangover and a nauseated, but empty and demanding, stomach, Major Henry West entered the dining hall, feeling more self conscious than he ever had before. The red dress was too... showy, he thought, too formal for a regular sit-down meal. But he didn't have anything else-- none of his own clothing would fit, and to be honest, he didn't want to try to change clothes with this body until he absolutely couldn't avoid it any longer.
That he was now a foot shorter than usual was distressing, as well. He wasn't used to having to look up at everybody, at feeling so small. Even when he had last become female, for that other flood, he'd still been quite tall for a woman-- barely shorter than his real height, actually. This was completely different
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West/'Piqard'/Other?q_ueryJanuary 4 2009, 02:57:18 UTC
I can do this, I can do this, I can do this...
Q would have preferred keeping himself away, until this social disaster passed. Nutrition, however, was a necessity and his ego would not allow for asking Kaylee to bring refreshments to what could have otherwise been a personal fortress of solitude.
So, looking around for the most harmless-looking of those gathered, he decided on the table with the young, human female. Whoever it was, went Q's train of thought, was almost certainly going to be too worried about their own humiliation, to be interested in trying to draw attention to his own. Even if they had been of the same gender, getting regressed to such an age could be a complication, in and of itself.
Unless it was someone who had simply developed a genocidal psychosis early on.
Hmm...
"Not a word," he emphasised in a voice rather different to the usual. A point of finger seeming required of the command, as he fixed her with a warning glare. "We're just... Briefly inconvenienced, that's all."
Kung Lao likes teh young preety grlz :X1st4earthrealmJanuary 4 2009, 03:00:13 UTC
Kung Lao walked into the dining hall. He was a bit uneasy still about what exactly was going on around the place- some "flood", but so far no one had told him much about it. It seemed whatever it was, it occurred with some frequency, but that still didn't sit well with Kung Lao. After all, it appeared to be magical in nature and, after his past few experiences with magic, Kung Lao was anything but relaxed.
He grabbed a tray of food, mostly healthy fare, and glanced around the room. There were a few other people eating at the dining hall already, most seemingly in pairs. That is, except for the young girl eating by herself. She seemed kind of cute in a stern way. Sort of like Taja.
Kung Lao approached her table and gave her a big smile. "Excuse me," he said, "may I eat with you?"
Aleera/Giselle/Other?fanged_aleeraJanuary 4 2009, 02:44:06 UTC
When Aleera appeared, it was with a level of cautiousness over and above that with which she had exhibited on her first time in that room.
It was also with a completely different appearance. One which could be recognised, by essential likeness and recreated costume, as the woman identified as the gypsy Princess, Anna Valerious. The only thing lacking from it was a sword, but everything else, even down to the style of hair and bone structure, seemed a precise copy.
According to Aleera's earlier comments, even the scent, too... Perhaps a testament to the possibility of it even being the same body.
"Giselle," she greeted, her voice, too, no longer that associated with Aleera, although still with accent. "I am not..." The woman frowned and apparently human eyes trailed down to absently examine her own hands. "Myself."
Re: Aleera/Giselle/Other?fanged_aleeraJanuary 4 2009, 03:58:19 UTC
The spectre of 'Aleera Velerious' looked gingerly back at her, clearly quite the proverbial fish out of water. Fingers experimentally curled around Giselle's, but an expression of discontent soon showed itself upon her unfamiliar features.
"These are not my own..."
At the question, the former vampiress darted eyes around the room, only really now taking in how uncomfortable so many others appeared to be. A development which made her feel slightly less insecure about things.
"I would like..." Words trailed off and determination took over. Aleera knew blood when she saw it and, while her nose was not nearly so acute as before, it still had a detectable smell. Bringing the glass of blood to mouth, she attempted to swallow, finding the substance still to her personal taste, yet, with dismay, also discovering the natural gag reflex in most humans
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Dinner in hand, Claude was about to turn tail and leave the dining hall before it became too crowded, when he stopped, froze dead in his tracks.
No no no. Not him. Who else would be here? How many more of them?
...wait.
A flood. There was a flood. So it could've been somebody else-- but what if they didn't just look like Thompson? What if that bastard wasn't just skin deep, but enough like him that it didn't matter if it was really the man or not?
He sat the apple down, it quickly reappearing as he let go of it, then looked around for something that could be used as a weapon. Just in case, of course.
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I am come as I said I would. Now, I might hope that you have something of interest to tell me?
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[It was a concept that seemed strange to him, especially since it seemed to affect only the inmates.]
As for my wife, yes. She would not have remained my wife if it were not so.
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Wotcher? I'm Tonks. Mind if I join you?
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Be my guest. I would not mind the company. [He offered his hand to her, once she had sat down, and welcoming smile.] Now I am certain we have not met for I would remember one so beautiful. Kurt Wagner--its a pleasure to make your acquaintance.
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You're quite the flatterer, aren't you? So why are you here by yourself with all these lovely people about?
[With a flick of her hand, she gestured at the other tables and the dozen or so other people around.]
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Well. He supposed he ended up sleeping a lot of the alcohol off, in the end. Now, armed with a killer hangover and a nauseated, but empty and demanding, stomach, Major Henry West entered the dining hall, feeling more self conscious than he ever had before. The red dress was too... showy, he thought, too formal for a regular sit-down meal. But he didn't have anything else-- none of his own clothing would fit, and to be honest, he didn't want to try to change clothes with this body until he absolutely couldn't avoid it any longer.
That he was now a foot shorter than usual was distressing, as well. He wasn't used to having to look up at everybody, at feeling so small. Even when he had last become female, for that other flood, he'd still been quite tall for a woman-- barely shorter than his real height, actually. This was completely different ( ... )
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Q would have preferred keeping himself away, until this social disaster passed. Nutrition, however, was a necessity and his ego would not allow for asking Kaylee to bring refreshments to what could have otherwise been a personal fortress of solitude.
So, looking around for the most harmless-looking of those gathered, he decided on the table with the young, human female. Whoever it was, went Q's train of thought, was almost certainly going to be too worried about their own humiliation, to be interested in trying to draw attention to his own. Even if they had been of the same gender, getting regressed to such an age could be a complication, in and of itself.
Unless it was someone who had simply developed a genocidal psychosis early on.
Hmm...
"Not a word," he emphasised in a voice rather different to the usual. A point of finger seeming required of the command, as he fixed her with a warning glare. "We're just... Briefly inconvenienced, that's all."
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He grabbed a tray of food, mostly healthy fare, and glanced around the room. There were a few other people eating at the dining hall already, most seemingly in pairs. That is, except for the young girl eating by herself. She seemed kind of cute in a stern way. Sort of like Taja.
Kung Lao approached her table and gave her a big smile. "Excuse me," he said, "may I eat with you?"
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It was also with a completely different appearance. One which could be recognised, by essential likeness and recreated costume, as the woman identified as the gypsy Princess, Anna Valerious. The only thing lacking from it was a sword, but everything else, even down to the style of hair and bone structure, seemed a precise copy.
According to Aleera's earlier comments, even the scent, too... Perhaps a testament to the possibility of it even being the same body.
"Giselle," she greeted, her voice, too, no longer that associated with Aleera, although still with accent. "I am not..." The woman frowned and apparently human eyes trailed down to absently examine her own hands. "Myself."
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"These are not my own..."
At the question, the former vampiress darted eyes around the room, only really now taking in how uncomfortable so many others appeared to be. A development which made her feel slightly less insecure about things.
"I would like..." Words trailed off and determination took over. Aleera knew blood when she saw it and, while her nose was not nearly so acute as before, it still had a detectable smell. Bringing the glass of blood to mouth, she attempted to swallow, finding the substance still to her personal taste, yet, with dismay, also discovering the natural gag reflex in most humans ( ... )
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