Room 324, Friday morning
One morning, as Peter Parker was waking up from anxious dreams, he discovered that in bed he had been changed into an adorable baby elephant. He lay on his wrinkly side and saw, as he lowered his gaze down a little, his long, prehensile trunk. His four legs, thick but in scale in comparison to the rest of his size, kicked helplessly before his eyes as he tried to roll off the bed.
What's happened to me? he thought. It was no dream. His room, a proper room for a human being, lay quietly between the four well-known walls. Above the table, on which an unpacked collection of text books was spread out (Parker was a student) hung a picture that had been taken months ago, set in a simple metal frame. It was a picture of a woman with colorful hair and interesting clothes.
Peter's glance then turned to the window. The cloudy weather made him quite melancholy. Why don't I keep sleeping for a little while longer and forget all this foolishness, he thought. But this was entirely impractical, for he was used to sleeping on his back, and in his present state his legs would be sticking up in the air.
As he lay there, Peter realized that when Jamie woke up there would be pictures. He sighed an elephant sigh and managed to get off the bed. It was going to be a long day.
[OOC: Text is primarily lifted from/based on The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka. Idea blatantly mocks the Spider-Man newspaper strip which insists that Spider-Man isn't an elephant, shocking us all. Just establishy unless the roomie's around.]
What's happened to me? he thought. It was no dream. His room, a proper room for a human being, lay quietly between the four well-known walls. Above the table, on which an unpacked collection of text books was spread out (Parker was a student) hung a picture that had been taken months ago, set in a simple metal frame. It was a picture of a woman with colorful hair and interesting clothes.
Peter's glance then turned to the window. The cloudy weather made him quite melancholy. Why don't I keep sleeping for a little while longer and forget all this foolishness, he thought. But this was entirely impractical, for he was used to sleeping on his back, and in his present state his legs would be sticking up in the air.
As he lay there, Peter realized that when Jamie woke up there would be pictures. He sighed an elephant sigh and managed to get off the bed. It was going to be a long day.
[OOC: Text is primarily lifted from/based on The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka. Idea blatantly mocks the Spider-Man newspaper strip which insists that Spider-Man isn't an elephant, shocking us all. Just establishy unless the roomie's around.]