Room 308, Monday Morning

[bitten_notshy]

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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[icecoldfrost]

Emma had rather avoided Jack after the graduation ceremony. Between what radio said he'd been up to on Thursday, and how she'd managed to reduce his sister to tears during graduation, she had decided to take herself elsewhere. Elsewhere being somewhere off-island, where she could have a drink and sulk.

Although when she didn't have a phone call or a sulking boy on her doorstep by mid-morning, wanting to know where she'd been, Emma decided that she clearly needed to go kick him.

No one ever said that her brain-processes were logical. She was a teenage female telepath.

"Jack?" she called, rapping on his door. "Wake up and stop being lazy. You ought to get dressed and take me out to brunch. I want french toast."