This post's authors have general content warnings that might apply to the current post.
View Flat HTML
View Metadata
Search Post
Renée is gone in the morning, a pot of maple oatmeal for the girls and Trouble cooling on the stove and a note on the fridge, she's going to be gone all day on a day trip to Tucson with her friends.
Andi wakes up first. Bella's not far behind.
palmofyourhand
Basement!
"So," says Ethan, "are we going to stick to some kind of experimental structure or should I just keep breaking things until something sticks?"
"So," says Ethan, "are we going to stick to some kind of experimental structure or should I just keep breaking things until something sticks?"
"No fatal wounds, nothing we cannot possibly explain as 'Trouble fell off the roof' or something if he winds up unable to morph like Elfangor - you're morphing Robin, Trouble, not one of the Andalites?"
aeskhyne
"Yeah," he says, "otherwise I'd bust my clothes - I guess if I figure out Andi's trick that won't be as big of a problem, but one thing at a time, and this thing's more fun."
"Because one of the questions I have is whether anything peculiar happens if you lose a part you don't normally have."
"Does this not actually matter to you? I can be, you know, experimentally detached if you don't care and neither of you are going to be juvenile about it."
aeskhyne
"I'm perpetually juvenile," says Trouble. "And I'm gonna be perpetually something else if Ethan's gonna be mauling me for hours. It doesn't bother me, but it'd bother me to bother you, you know?"
"I'd rather skip the juvenile part, so until we're checking something less objective, I guess you go behind a box, and I suppose at some point when you are sufficiently 'something else' I leave you two alone and hope you have the presence of mind to write anything down."
palmofyourhand
"Which part, I wonder..." murmurs Ethan.
If Trouble makes a suggestion, Ethan is the only one who hears it. He laughs. A few moments later, he comes back around the boxes, holding a knife and a severed stalk eye, both objects dripping blue-black fluid.
"What are we going to do with this, do you suppose?"
If Trouble makes a suggestion, Ethan is the only one who hears it. He laughs. A few moments later, he comes back around the boxes, holding a knife and a severed stalk eye, both objects dripping blue-black fluid.
"What are we going to do with this, do you suppose?"
"If it doesn't disappear when he demorphs? We have a little campfire and when Renée gets home 'we decided to roast marshmallows'."
palmofyourhand
"Tasty," snorts Ethan. "Well, he's demorphing, and it doesn't seem inclined to disappear."
"It does not." Bella gets a box, lines the bottom with bubble wrap to contain the spread of ichor, and offers it.
palmofyourhand
Ethan puts the severed eye into the box.
"Should've brought a towel," he remarks, looking at his blood-smeared hands. "Several towels."
"Should've brought a towel," he remarks, looking at his blood-smeared hands. "Several towels."
aeskhyne
"I'm all demorphed," says Trouble, from behind his box. "No missing pieces. Should I try morphing back to see what happens?"
