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towerofanimus2014-02-06 02:37 pm
bashfulshifter) wrote in towerofanimus2014-02-06 02:37 pm
Entry tags:
Shapeshifting Shenanigas
Characters: Patrick Dawn and YOU
Setting: February 6th - dorms, laboratory, kitchen, stairwell (see prompts). For the 7th through 15th, anywhere at any time! Just specify where and when, please!
Format: Starting action, can match!
Summary: Rick has his real powers back...again...but this time, he's running into some problems controlling them (re: having bits of his soul drained, kind of an issue). Rick is a shapeshifter, who can turn into creatures ranging from a domestic cat to a small dinosaur. I think you can see where this is going.
Warning: I don't think this will result in violence, but there is a random element to Rick's transformations and I completely understand if there are some negative reactions to suddenly having a tiger in your face. Will update this if such events occur. Edit: Last prompt on floor 100 definitely has monster-related violence.
Morning - First Floor Dorms - Open
[The past couple of weeks haven't been kind on the blonde man's psyche. Between fighting against his will in the Nyx battle, the power failure and subsequent draining of his soul to sustain it, then having his powers removed again following his most recent collar checkup, Rick has been rather stressed and, understandably, not feeling too social. Most of his time has been spent huddled in his room against the cold, trying to sort out all the worrying thoughts and visions from his trips through the plane, the mirror...it's all a bit much. Too much for him to comprehend. In some ways, he wonders if he should even be anxious about trying to understand it at all.]
[When he finally hears the familiar murmurs of his other forms on the morning of the sixth, however, that energy is enough to convince him that inaction is not helping. All of his friends are worried for him, he's pushed them away...and even if Reno's right and they can't restore their worlds, it would be selfish of him to make the lives of everyone else miserable in the meanwhile. He has to keep working.]
[This becomes a harder point to sell when, as the pajama-clad blushing shapeshifter steps out into the hall, he notes the distinct quiet in his mind. Rusty the cat--who should be, and probably is, quite insistent about patrolling his territory along the first floor--seems to be having some trouble making himself heard. Strange.]
[Unnerved, Rick decides to do some patrolling of his own instead. Perhaps taking a walk around the dorm hallways to clear his mind will help him focus so he can shift again...yes, that must be it. Should be simple enough.]
Afternoon - Floor 27 - Closed tofionnuisce
[Okay, this is much worse than he thought. Not the best. Don't panic.]
[Maybe Waver will know how to deal with this. It...it has to be the collar fluid, right? Since getting the new stuff made him loose his powers for a week, and he's had to go through the process twice, maybe there's been some complications? That sounds reasonable. Waver should know what to do about this.]
[Rick is, thankfully, still human when he manage to make his way to the labs where he hopes Waver will show up. He doesn't trust himself to have dextrous fingers to type with long enough to send him a message over the terminals, so this is the next best thing.]
[He'll just...sit here for a while. Nothing can go wrong while he's just sitting still. Yes?]
Late Afternoon - Floor 60 - Open
[Regardless of these difficulties, Rick has made a promise to help Reno do some cooking--a while ago, actually, but Enoch's letter reminded him that he's been neglecting his duties as of late. This is not acceptable!]
[Also not acceptable: a tyrannosaurus rex stuck in the walk-in refrigerator.]
[The Dinosaur's struggling has caused quite a mess, least of which to the heavy metal door that's locked him inside. Sure, there's plenty of stored meats for him to keep fed for a few...hours, maybe. But it is also cold and he is not happy. His roars of protest and the grating of claws against ice should indicate as much.]
Evening - Stairwell - Open
[Human Rick, shaken and scared, has been out for far too long and needs to get back before nightfall. But taking the elevator is not an option he feels comfortable utilizing with how unpredictable his powers have been...he has to walk.]
[It's a long forty stories.]
February 10th - Night - Floor 100 - closed to first poster!
[He hasn't made it to his room tonight. And while he's been able to avoid the monsters so far on the nights where getting to the dorms has been impossible, tonight he is not so lucky.]
[A Glowing One has caught the dog's scent as he cowers inside floor 100. The rustling leaves would have worked to hide his instinctive whimpering if they weren't fake, and if they actually made a noise, but the ghoul is not deceived. It will find him soon, and he knows it...]
Setting: February 6th - dorms, laboratory, kitchen, stairwell (see prompts). For the 7th through 15th, anywhere at any time! Just specify where and when, please!
Format: Starting action, can match!
Summary: Rick has his real powers back...again...but this time, he's running into some problems controlling them (re: having bits of his soul drained, kind of an issue). Rick is a shapeshifter, who can turn into creatures ranging from a domestic cat to a small dinosaur. I think you can see where this is going.
Warning: I don't think this will result in violence, but there is a random element to Rick's transformations and I completely understand if there are some negative reactions to suddenly having a tiger in your face. Will update this if such events occur. Edit: Last prompt on floor 100 definitely has monster-related violence.
Morning - First Floor Dorms - Open
[The past couple of weeks haven't been kind on the blonde man's psyche. Between fighting against his will in the Nyx battle, the power failure and subsequent draining of his soul to sustain it, then having his powers removed again following his most recent collar checkup, Rick has been rather stressed and, understandably, not feeling too social. Most of his time has been spent huddled in his room against the cold, trying to sort out all the worrying thoughts and visions from his trips through the plane, the mirror...it's all a bit much. Too much for him to comprehend. In some ways, he wonders if he should even be anxious about trying to understand it at all.]
[When he finally hears the familiar murmurs of his other forms on the morning of the sixth, however, that energy is enough to convince him that inaction is not helping. All of his friends are worried for him, he's pushed them away...and even if Reno's right and they can't restore their worlds, it would be selfish of him to make the lives of everyone else miserable in the meanwhile. He has to keep working.]
[This becomes a harder point to sell when, as the pajama-clad blushing shapeshifter steps out into the hall, he notes the distinct quiet in his mind. Rusty the cat--who should be, and probably is, quite insistent about patrolling his territory along the first floor--seems to be having some trouble making himself heard. Strange.]
[Unnerved, Rick decides to do some patrolling of his own instead. Perhaps taking a walk around the dorm hallways to clear his mind will help him focus so he can shift again...yes, that must be it. Should be simple enough.]
Afternoon - Floor 27 - Closed to
fionnuisce[Okay, this is much worse than he thought. Not the best. Don't panic.]
[Maybe Waver will know how to deal with this. It...it has to be the collar fluid, right? Since getting the new stuff made him loose his powers for a week, and he's had to go through the process twice, maybe there's been some complications? That sounds reasonable. Waver should know what to do about this.]
[Rick is, thankfully, still human when he manage to make his way to the labs where he hopes Waver will show up. He doesn't trust himself to have dextrous fingers to type with long enough to send him a message over the terminals, so this is the next best thing.]
[He'll just...sit here for a while. Nothing can go wrong while he's just sitting still. Yes?]
Late Afternoon - Floor 60 - Open
[Regardless of these difficulties, Rick has made a promise to help Reno do some cooking--a while ago, actually, but Enoch's letter reminded him that he's been neglecting his duties as of late. This is not acceptable!]
[Also not acceptable: a tyrannosaurus rex stuck in the walk-in refrigerator.]
[The Dinosaur's struggling has caused quite a mess, least of which to the heavy metal door that's locked him inside. Sure, there's plenty of stored meats for him to keep fed for a few...hours, maybe. But it is also cold and he is not happy. His roars of protest and the grating of claws against ice should indicate as much.]
Evening - Stairwell - Open
[Human Rick, shaken and scared, has been out for far too long and needs to get back before nightfall. But taking the elevator is not an option he feels comfortable utilizing with how unpredictable his powers have been...he has to walk.]
[It's a long forty stories.]
February 10th - Night - Floor 100 - closed to first poster!
[He hasn't made it to his room tonight. And while he's been able to avoid the monsters so far on the nights where getting to the dorms has been impossible, tonight he is not so lucky.]
[A Glowing One has caught the dog's scent as he cowers inside floor 100. The rustling leaves would have worked to hide his instinctive whimpering if they weren't fake, and if they actually made a noise, but the ghoul is not deceived. It will find him soon, and he knows it...]
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[He wishes there was a better way to communicate this. Ah well. With a gentle nudge, he beckons Quark to follow up the steps. It's getting late--the child doesn't need to be out right now.]
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Yeah, let's go upstairs together.
[Maybe he'd turn back eventually. And then poor Rick wouldn't have to be so tired. Or at least less stressed. As they walk, Quark taking bigger steps to keep up with the tiger's larger stride, he doesn't take his tiny hands off of the soft, thick orange coat. If nothing else, it helps keep him a bit more warm in the freezing cold tower weather.]