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bitten_notshy) wrote2010-05-03 10:35 am
bitten_notshy) wrote2010-05-03 10:35 am
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Room 308, Monday Morning
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.]
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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But he did slow down so she could easily match his pace. He was grateful for the help ... and besides, if he annoyed her too much, he might end up dressed in doll clothes.
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She darted ahead of him in the lobby, pushing open the front door so he could go outside. "I'm going to just wait on the deck while you...do whatever," she sighed, rubbing at the bridge of her nose. "Come jump on me when you're done?"
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He bounded into the lawn without a glance back.
Once business was taken care of, he circled back to the deck and -- did not jump, but sat at Emma's feet with his tail curled around him and yipped expectantly. There should be breakfast now, or else playing.
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"I'm not feeding you dog food," she decided aloud. "You want to go back inside, or shall we see if there's anything that looks appealing to you? Can puppies eat hot dogs?"
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He wagged his tail yes in the end.
Hopefully Emma would remember he needed Kosher franks.
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"Come along then. You'll owe me a few brunches after you change back, Mr. Priest."