bitten_notshy: ([ooc] naked!)
One moment, Jack the terrier was following a particularly intriguing pattern of smells out of Emma's room, down the hall, and almost into the common room.

The next, Jack the human was trying to make it out of the common room and back to his own room without being seen, cursing like mad and hoping Andy hadn't done anything as foolish as locking the door.

It was good to be human again.

[OOC: Open BUT I am going to bed in like 15 minutes. I may have just wanted to use this icon IC.]
bitten_notshy: ([ooc] naked!)
One moment, Jack the terrier was following a particularly intriguing pattern of smells out of Emma's room, down the hall, and almost into the common room.

The next, Jack the human was trying to make it out of the common room and back to his own room without being seen, cursing like mad and hoping Andy hadn't done anything as foolish as locking the door.

It was good to be human again.

[OOC: Open BUT I am going to bed in like 15 minutes. I may have just wanted to use this icon IC.]
bitten_notshy: (*terrier!jack)
Jack slept late on his first Monday morning as a high school graduate. It had been wonderful to get so much time with Rivka and Sebastien, but bittersweet in that he didn't know how often he'd see either of them in the future. More than anything else, he was exhausted.

So: He slept, and he dreamed. He couldn't have told you the precise moment during his dream when the object he was chasing changed from a box of scrolls to a butcher's bag full of bloody meat. Nor did he awaken in horror when his legs shortened and sprouted fur, when he gained a tail, or when his nose and chin modified themselves into a snout.

But what was perfectly clear was that, by the time he was all the way awake, Jack was not himself at all. Instead, he was the same Jack Russell terrier puppy he'd briefly been during graduation.

With a kind of snort that passed for the canine equivalent of a sigh, Jack pushed himself off the bed and trotted away to try to find either breakfast or someone who could help.

[OOC: Availability note -- I'm off to Florida for a couple days as of tomorrow morning, getting back just in time to squeak into the newbie picnic Saturday. While I'm gone, Jack is a terrier (and Emma and Rose have modding rights), Tara's around but having a random bout of being vewwy vewwy quiet, Henry's back in Chicago to see Alba, and Tyler and Didi will be disposed of later.]
bitten_notshy: (*terrier!jack)
Jack slept late on his first Monday morning as a high school graduate. It had been wonderful to get so much time with Rivka and Sebastien, but bittersweet in that he didn't know how often he'd see either of them in the future. More than anything else, he was exhausted.

So: He slept, and he dreamed. He couldn't have told you the precise moment during his dream when the object he was chasing changed from a box of scrolls to a butcher's bag full of bloody meat. Nor did he awaken in horror when his legs shortened and sprouted fur, when he gained a tail, or when his nose and chin modified themselves into a snout.

But what was perfectly clear was that, by the time he was all the way awake, Jack was not himself at all. Instead, he was the same Jack Russell terrier puppy he'd briefly been during graduation.

With a kind of snort that passed for the canine equivalent of a sigh, Jack pushed himself off the bed and trotted away to try to find either breakfast or someone who could help.

[OOC: Availability note -- I'm off to Florida for a couple days as of tomorrow morning, getting back just in time to squeak into the newbie picnic Saturday. While I'm gone, Jack is a terrier (and Emma and Rose have modding rights), Tara's around but having a random bout of being vewwy vewwy quiet, Henry's back in Chicago to see Alba, and Tyler and Didi will be disposed of later.]

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