Namor wasn't happy. This was worse than before, the last time he was a woman, because now he had no gills, which meant he was essentially homeless on the barge. Going to the table, he dished up some shrimp and mussels, for even though he was now human, that was what he was used to eating, and got a glass of salt water, as usual. However, when he took a drink, his eyes bulged.
It tasted horrible.
He forced himself to swallow it before disposing of it and, remembering that he now had a human tongue, got another drink that might be more appealing since the change. He didn't know what it was, but it was pink and when he tasted it, it was good. He then tasted his other food experimentally, but while that wasn't as delicious to him as usual, it was tolerable, so he continued his meal.
Rick was embarrassed to walk into the dining hall, but he had grown too hungry to stay away. He awkwardly approached the counter to pick some food to eat, all the while self-conscious of the fact that he looked like Neil of all people. True, Rick had at least put on some of his own clothes which made him feel a little more comfortable (and a little cooler), but he knew it wasn't enough to disguise his current physical features.
He decided that his dinner would consist mostly of junk food; cookies, cakes, ice cream, Coca-Cola, and a big bowl of cornflakes.
He turned around, looking for somewhere to sit. Some of the faces in the dining hall were new, or at least unfamiliar to him. Good. He wouldn't want anyone he actually knew or cared about (although there weren't any of the latter on the ship) to see him in his current state. He spied the young lady eating seafood by herself and decided she was as good as any stranger to eat a meal with. At least she wouldn't know who he really was
( ... )
With an absent wave of his hand, Namor said, "None sit there, so it is free."
He did not look at this stranger, though, simply continuing with his meal, looking generally perturbed. The stranger was, after all, irrelevant and unimportant.
"Boy, this barge is a pretty nutty place?" he said, a slimy smile (although different from his usual, as he was now in Neil's body) crossing his face. He took a big spoonful of cornflakes and shoved them into his mouth, wiping the milk from his lips with his jacket sleeve. "I don't suppose they'll apologize for all this, do you? Ha! A funny notion, knowing the folks in charge here, eh?"
The woman in front of him didn't seem happy, but Rick assumed it wasn't because of him. Probably the seafood was undercooked.
Rayne/Lestat/Other?rayney_dayJanuary 4 2009, 03:10:06 UTC
Well, this would be interesting... Perhaps it could be hoped that LEstat might learn a lesson in humility, although Rayne was quite aware that, regardless of the ego, just about any soul inside a little girl's body, with fangs or not, would have to be escorted just about everywhere, in a place like this.
Especially with the need for proking reactions he often displayed.
So, taking the most available seat, Rayne eased herself down and faced the entrance, waiting for the sight of a tiny blonde intent on either hiding away or making as big a humiliation of themselves as possible.
Re: Rayne/Lestat/Other?lestatprinceJanuary 4 2009, 05:04:01 UTC
Lestat had chosen to peer around the door facing of the cafeteria and look around, he saw Rayne and sighed, looking down at the light blue frilly monstrosity he'd put on, at least it was blue, and not pink.
He got down on all fours and crawled along the wall on the floor, hoping that wouldn't gain any attention,I'll make it to Rayne, ask her to find me something, not so frilly, then crawl my little cute self back to my cabin and grovel Yes, that's what he'd do. God help him if she saw him and made this worse than it was. He was getting closer to Rayne as he moved. The last bit he run lept into the chair next to her,
"Alright, happy cheri?" he asked,Claudia's small voice coming out, "Now any luck on anything without frills?"
Re: Rayne/Lestat/Other?rayney_dayJanuary 4 2009, 05:19:07 UTC
"Oh wow..."
How freaky was this? Brow creased and Rayne curved mouth into a smirk of amusement, issuing a note of laughter, but no more than that. soon enough, she cleared throat, took her feet down from the next chair and slid it out, offering it to sit on.
"No, but you're cuter like this, anyhow. Feel free to call me 'mommy'," teased the dhampir, not quite able to resist the temptation. If her charge started playing up in future, Rayne knew fully well that bringing this incident up would guarantee her at least some verbal leverage. "Not so much 'Brat Prince', as 'Brat Princess', huh?"
Sliding over a reserved wine glass of red plasma, Rayne tapped fingers on a folder she had brought with her.
"See how you like the taste of that. Then we'll see about doing something constructive, for once. Your tiny new self gave me an idea."
Re: Rayne/Lestat/Other?lestatprinceJanuary 4 2009, 05:29:12 UTC
"I most certainly will not" Lestat said,scowling at her,which came out more like a little pout. He opened his mouth to retort against the Brat Princess jab then closed it, "I'm not even going to give that recognition"
He stared at the wine glass with a look of disgust,then picked it up and swirled it like one would wine,sniffed it, stuck his tounge out, then took a sip. The angelic features screwed up into a face of disgust, "Still tastes like hell," he said, "But I suppose it will have to do." He looked at her sideways, "And what do you want to do with my tiny self?" he looked down, the dainty little shoed feet were way off the ground in that chair, he pulled them up under the skirts to keep from having to look at them.
Open to Anyonei_hate_possesJanuary 4 2009, 15:30:16 UTC
Charlie Prince was annoyed that he still wore the Rancher's appearance when he went to dinner, but there was nothing he could do about it. From the looks of the dining area, there were plenty of others in the exact same situation. Actually, the cafeteria was fuller than he'd seen it before and he made a note to avoid the others.
He sat down a bit on the fringe of the other dining parties.
He'd been convinced that perhaps getting out of his room might do him some good. It wasn't just him, after all. It was every Inmate. And the Marquis wanted to be out. He wanted to talk to Henry, and Giselle, and part of him hoped Romana was there. Angry as he still was, he just wanted to see her.
Though it probably would have been better to mingle, he choose a group of untaken seats, imagining that if Vita came, it would be polite to offer her a chair.
It felt like it did the first day Romana convinced him to come out of his room. The room felt huge -- too open, too dangerous. But he didn't want to start feeling (and welcoming the feeling of) being a caged bird again.
Having finally managed to assure herself that Elle wouldn't try to kill her in a crowded cafeteria, Libby had made her way there (sneaking looks over her shoulder every so often). Staying locked in her room would only lead to a faster-growing sense of paranoia, and she didn't want to go through that. Not again, now that she was dead. Once an existence was quite enough for her.
Spying one woman sitting alone, Libby decided to try her luck there. She didn't want to eat alone...and it wasn't like this person could be worse than Tobias, could she?
She approached the table, smiling tentatively at this stranger. She didn't know if she was a warden or an inmate--if she was the latter, she might not even be a she at all. She didn't want to make things more awkward than they were bound to be.
"Mind if I join you?" she asked. "Eating alone isn't exactly my idea of a good time."
She looked up, at first surprised to find the one speaking was, in fact, addressing her. It was a strange, self-conscious gesture knowing what sort of man was sitting in the woman's skin. But it was there just the same. "Me?" she echoed.
The Marquis realized then what he was doing, and how uncharacteristic it was of him to be so meek, and the woman on the outside, though there in appearance, dropped away from the internal. He reviled the feeling of self-consciousness, of feeling as though he'd expected to be jeered at, not approached in such a congenial manner. What he hated most was that, for a few seconds, the opinion of someone he had not yet met had mattered to him -- or that a stranger might already have bad ideas about him.
"By all means," he answered, holding out a hand and gesturing toward a chair. "Do make yourself comfortable."
Libby smiled again, more confidently now. "Thanks," she replied, pulling out the chair the woman had indicated and sitting in it. "I'm sorry if I'm bothering you, but I don't know many people here yet, and I'm trying to get acquainted with more of my fellow residents." She was perfectly aware that she was talking like a child with few friends to her name, but after the whole Tobias fiasco, she was remaining on her guard.
There was one urgent problem: she still had no idea who this stranger was--inmate or warden? Female or male?--and hoped that their name wouldn't be too gender-ambiguous to resolve that last question.
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It tasted horrible.
He forced himself to swallow it before disposing of it and, remembering that he now had a human tongue, got another drink that might be more appealing since the change. He didn't know what it was, but it was pink and when he tasted it, it was good. He then tasted his other food experimentally, but while that wasn't as delicious to him as usual, it was tolerable, so he continued his meal.
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He decided that his dinner would consist mostly of junk food; cookies, cakes, ice cream, Coca-Cola, and a big bowl of cornflakes.
He turned around, looking for somewhere to sit. Some of the faces in the dining hall were new, or at least unfamiliar to him. Good. He wouldn't want anyone he actually knew or cared about (although there weren't any of the latter on the ship) to see him in his current state. He spied the young lady eating seafood by herself and decided she was as good as any stranger to eat a meal with. At least she wouldn't know who he really was ( ... )
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He did not look at this stranger, though, simply continuing with his meal, looking generally perturbed. The stranger was, after all, irrelevant and unimportant.
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"Boy, this barge is a pretty nutty place?" he said, a slimy smile (although different from his usual, as he was now in Neil's body) crossing his face. He took a big spoonful of cornflakes and shoved them into his mouth, wiping the milk from his lips with his jacket sleeve. "I don't suppose they'll apologize for all this, do you? Ha! A funny notion, knowing the folks in charge here, eh?"
The woman in front of him didn't seem happy, but Rick assumed it wasn't because of him. Probably the seafood was undercooked.
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Especially with the need for proking reactions he often displayed.
So, taking the most available seat, Rayne eased herself down and faced the entrance, waiting for the sight of a tiny blonde intent on either hiding away or making as big a humiliation of themselves as possible.
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He got down on all fours and crawled along the wall on the floor, hoping that wouldn't gain any attention,I'll make it to Rayne, ask her to find me something, not so frilly, then crawl my little cute self back to my cabin and grovel Yes, that's what he'd do. God help him if she saw him and made this worse than it was. He was getting closer to Rayne as he moved. The last bit he run lept into the chair next to her,
"Alright, happy cheri?" he asked,Claudia's small voice coming out, "Now any luck on anything without frills?"
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How freaky was this? Brow creased and Rayne curved mouth into a smirk of amusement, issuing a note of laughter, but no more than that. soon enough, she cleared throat, took her feet down from the next chair and slid it out, offering it to sit on.
"No, but you're cuter like this, anyhow. Feel free to call me 'mommy'," teased the dhampir, not quite able to resist the temptation. If her charge started playing up in future, Rayne knew fully well that bringing this incident up would guarantee her at least some verbal leverage. "Not so much 'Brat Prince', as 'Brat Princess', huh?"
Sliding over a reserved wine glass of red plasma, Rayne tapped fingers on a folder she had brought with her.
"See how you like the taste of that. Then we'll see about doing something constructive, for once. Your tiny new self gave me an idea."
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He stared at the wine glass with a look of disgust,then picked it up and swirled it like one would wine,sniffed it, stuck his tounge out, then took a sip. The angelic features screwed up into a face of disgust, "Still tastes like hell," he said, "But I suppose it will have to do." He looked at her sideways, "And what do you want to do with my tiny self?" he looked down, the dainty little shoed feet were way off the ground in that chair, he pulled them up under the skirts to keep from having to look at them.
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He sat down a bit on the fringe of the other dining parties.
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Though it probably would have been better to mingle, he choose a group of untaken seats, imagining that if Vita came, it would be polite to offer her a chair.
It felt like it did the first day Romana convinced him to come out of his room. The room felt huge -- too open, too dangerous. But he didn't want to start feeling (and welcoming the feeling of) being a caged bird again.
Not in this body.
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Spying one woman sitting alone, Libby decided to try her luck there. She didn't want to eat alone...and it wasn't like this person could be worse than Tobias, could she?
She approached the table, smiling tentatively at this stranger. She didn't know if she was a warden or an inmate--if she was the latter, she might not even be a she at all. She didn't want to make things more awkward than they were bound to be.
"Mind if I join you?" she asked. "Eating alone isn't exactly my idea of a good time."
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The Marquis realized then what he was doing, and how uncharacteristic it was of him to be so meek, and the woman on the outside, though there in appearance, dropped away from the internal. He reviled the feeling of self-consciousness, of feeling as though he'd expected to be jeered at, not approached in such a congenial manner. What he hated most was that, for a few seconds, the opinion of someone he had not yet met had mattered to him -- or that a stranger might already have bad ideas about him.
"By all means," he answered, holding out a hand and gesturing toward a chair. "Do make yourself comfortable."
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There was one urgent problem: she still had no idea who this stranger was--inmate or warden? Female or male?--and hoped that their name wouldn't be too gender-ambiguous to resolve that last question.
"I'm Libby. Who are you?"
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