New Species Event - Mass Interaction Log

[lucetimods]

Who: Anyone!
What: All in here
When: Today, Tomorrow, Until April 2nd
Where: Anywhere in Luceti!
Summary: People in Luceti wake up as something they weren't before. An elf, a gremlin, a vulcan, or perhaps a mermaid? Try living in someone else's shoes... if they can even wear those.
Rating: Not recommended for those with weak constitutions, raging hormones, shipping goggles, or people just too cool and attractive for this kind of thing.

No need for LJ Cut! Mass action style stuff all around town. You can use this if you don't want to make a post. Or you can make a post anyway. Have at!

Comments

We can handwave it and say someone manages, don't worry ^-^

[airborne-giles.livejournal.com]

[Don't call Helios. Helios is already freaking out enough about Giles, he doesn't need to know that Giles is crashing about all over the scenery.

Oblivious to Robert's concerns on that front, Giles will just doze next to the clinic while the turtle searches.]

Might be best because I don't know any of those muns :|;;; *shot*

[herpderpetile.livejournal.com]

[That's exactly why Helios should know about it.

Eventually (handwavetastically?) Robert comes out with a doctor. Who proceeds to do something useful. Or something more useful than Robert could do, anyway...

Hopefully Giles feels better after the nameless doctor assists?]

You know a few, actually. I'd just rather not have a three person therad.

[airborne-giles.livejournal.com]

[...well, there's no pain after the nameless doctor assists.

But just to be sure, Giles gets to his feet and stretches as far as he can. Then he tests himself by leaning on one foot and then the other, looking very thoughtful and pensive as he does so.]

Hm...

...well, I'm glad someone turned out to know something about dragons that wasn't as mall, floating green star.

[herpderpetile.livejournal.com]

That was fortunate, wasn't it?

[Robert, of course, still looks serious.]

... I suppose that I do not need to tell you to be careful now, though... but flying must be rather difficult to learn. Even Toothless himself seemed to have trouble initially. Perhaps the gravity here is higher?

[airborne-giles.livejournal.com]

Flying isn't. Landing is.

Still. Some muscle memory seems to have carried over, thank god. That was unusually nice of the Malnosso, actually.

I've never paid much attention to the gravity otherwise, so it's probably just me. But I'll be careful from now on.

[herpderpetile.livejournal.com]

That would be a sound course of action, yes.

... It is nice to be able to speak with you again, though, even if in this... unorthodox state...

But it would likely be more enjoyable if not in the midst of a crisis. [And Robert fiddles with his wider-bridged glasses nervously.]

[airborne-giles.livejournal.com]

That will be the day, I'm afraid.

Still. I wouldn't mind talking more when you're not a turtle. It is nice to see you again, Robert.

[herpderpetile.livejournal.com]

Likewise, of course. [The small, almost shy smile - which is of course not really small, with a turtle's wide jawline - that flickers over Robert's face underscores his words.]

If... if you live with Helios, then perhaps I could come visit...

... I could even bring Don, if neither of them mind. [That will be a recipe for awkward.]