[OPEN] I swear to drunk I'm not god.

[thebigsister]

Characters: Eleanor Lamb and YOU.
Setting: All over the Tower.
Format: Action, but I'll match you.
Summary: Eleanor doesn't really know how to handle this flu thing, it's been a long time since she's been sick! Well, conventionally sick that is.
Warnings: Cranky, cranky teenagers who can set things on fire with their minds. Also random teleporting and potential telekinetic shenanigans.

[Eleanor woke up this morning with her head feeling like it was stuffed with wool. That was a novelty of a sort, and not a very pleasant one. She shrugged it off though, not entirely familiar with the whole flu process, though somewhere in the back of her head, several dozen voices whined in unison about how awful it was.

Eleanor got dressed in her suit and as usual set out to wander around the Tower, steps slow and gaunt looming.

Except, even if you're used to seeing her go around by now, you might be surprised to see her stumbling a little, leaning heavily sideways and nearly falling off the stairs more than once. For all intents and purposes, it seems like nearly seven feet worth of drunken diving suit, though of course that's not the case.

Hell, her portholes are glowing blue. Blue. She didn't even know that was a thing that could happen.]

Comments

[friendlyfiend]

[A'kin had almost teleported away as soon as he saw the armored figure. Strange appearances mean little to the fiend, but strange-looking beings wandering the halls at odd hours have usually turned out to be hostile and predatory tower creatures and he's not eager to fight them if he can avoid it.

The wobbly, stumbling gait of this particular denizen, though, is enough to give him pause- and when he sees her narrowly avoid a fall on the stairs, he hurries over.]

"Are you alright?"

[thebigsister]

[Eleanor makes a frustrated noise to herself, having long grown annoyed with her lack of coordination, today.]

Mostly, I think, yes.

[And then she got a good look at who asked, and her head tilted again, almost unnaturally so.]

Have I seen you before? I can't recall.

[friendlyfiend]

[A'kin peers back, trying to discern if there's anything about her posture or build that might be recognizable behind the obscuring helmet. He's fairly certain that his first impression is correct, but...]

I don't believe so; not with you banging around in this getup, at least. A 'face' like yours isn't easily forgotten.

[thebigsister]

Heh, that's a thing I get often.

[She sways back and forth, keeping her balance by nothing short of a miracle.]

People don't usually recognize me with the helmet off, either.