Fifth Floor Common Room, Tuesday Evening

[not_in_the_book]

Once again, there were appetising scents emanating from the fifth-floor common room. Ronan was in another cooking mood. This time, it was the rich and spicy scent of Mexican -- well, technically Tex-Mex -- food, grilling chicken, sweet chilies, and a dash of cumin, with sliced bell peppers and onions in another pan. Ronan was still chopping and preparing, but already on the counter was an array of tortillas, and various moddable toppings that people might wish to put on their fajitas.


(OOC: Hey, he's cooking again. Come feed your characters. Open to ALL. :D )

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[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Turtle's first thoughts ran along the lines of Why the heck am I holding onto to Marco's pants? as she tried to keep down the flailing. When she emboldened herself enough to open her eyes and look at him and saw the transformation, her eyes got wide and her thinking went along the lines of Holy crap, he really is turning into an animal!

And then her thoughts went right back to the fact that she was still holding Marco's pants. What the heck?

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

Oddly enough, Marco was wondering the same thing. That and why he decided to morph the stupid poodle of doom. Within two minutes, there was a small, yippy poodle where Marco once stood. < Hi. This is my ex-step-mom's poodle. He tried to eat my jeans so I absorbed his DNA to get him to shut up. He didn't, so I continued up the stairs with a poodle attached to the leg. He only looks cute and cuddly. > The dog yipped.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"That's weird, Marco." Weird, especially that whole voice-in-her-head thingy, but kind of cool. Would be cooler if he wasn't a stupid poodle, but he did say he'd done a shark before. Would be cooler, too, if she could get over the fact that she was holding his pants. Which was way difficult for her to get over.

"Can you do any animal?" she asked after a moment of consideration. "Like, duck-billed platypus?" Of course, there was the whole question of where they could find duck-billed platypus DNA around here, but Turtle thought that would be the coolest.

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

< In theory? Yeah, if you had the animal. I touch it, I absorb it. I do a mean gorilla. > There was a lot of pride in his voice at that.< Morphed a T-Rex once, too. Can't anymore. Birds are awesome. Seriously, you haven't lived if you haven't gotten a literal birds eye view of the world. > He paused. < Can I change back now? I really hate this poodle. >

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Well, now that you mention it...." Turtle grinned. "No. You have to stay like that for longer."

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

The poodle yipped at her and began to grow and paws turned into fingers. < Two hours, max. Can't morph clothes other than anything skin tight. > His muzzle disappeared and was replaced by a human nose. On a poodle face.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Which made Turtle's nose wrinkle because that was really weird looking but then she giggled and took a big step back, grinning maliciously. "I could so try to run off with your clothes right now."

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

Marco was about 3/4 human at that point, so thought speak was off, but vocal cords hadn't kicked in yet. He glared to the best of his abilities though. "Yeeah yoooud yiiid yaaaarh." He tried.

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Turtle had no idea what Marco was trying to say, but it was making her laugh and she was also realizing that she didn't have much time. And Marco could probably run faster than she could as a person again.

Actually, the same for a poodle but opposable thumbs made a big difference in the equation.

To the window!

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

Marco was almost human by then, all he had left were the ears and tail so he took off running after Turtle as they vanished into his skin. "Oh no you don't! I turned into a poodle for you and you toss my clothes out a window?"

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Lucky for Marco, Turtle was having trouble getting the window open while simultaneously holding his clothes. "No one made you turn into a poodle for me, you know," she said, sticking her tongue out at him over her shoulder.

Stupid window.

And then there was the fact that now she had a Marco with pants. Yes, he had shorts, but there were still no pants. Her shoulders drooped for a second and she lightly tossed the clothes back. "I wasn't really gonna throw 'em out, anyway."

[morpherboy.livejournal.com]

Marco stuck his tongue out at Turtle as he pulled the pants on. "Worst catch ever."