Fourth Floor Common Room | Saturday Morning | 6/26/2010

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

Peter was deliberately trying to ignore the fact that he seemed to be plastic. He didn't want to deal with that.

It was, however, making sipping his coffee a problem. As he sat in the common room, Dirty Jobs on the TV, he couldn't help but wonder if he was going to accidentally melt something.

That would be terrifying.

He was avoiding thinking of a lot of things, right now. There was only so much the sane human mind could deal with.

[ooc: Open like an open thing.]

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[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

Yeah, this plastic thing was interesting. Ariel wasn't entirely sure if it was just her or not; she didn't see anyone in her own common room that morning, so she went downstairs to the next one, peeked in, and saw someone similarly afflicted.

So she went ahead and waved with her odd C-shaped hand and bounced in. Well, would have bounced. Her legs didn't seem to have knees right now, which complicated bouncing.

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

Peter gave the other plastic person a little salute. He shrugged a bit, a little unsure what to say.

Or, he mentally admitted, if he could say. He hadn't tried talking yet.

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

Whether or not it was possible with the painted on mouths or not shouldn't be an issue to Ariel, all things considered. She walked, jerky and odd as it was, over the couch and plopped down (or really, sort of fell) into the couch, and tilted her head (well, tilted her whole self, since turning seemed the best her head could do right now) at the TV, wondering what was on.

She seemed to be taking the whole boxy plastic body thing well in stride, but perhaps that came for the fact that it still wasn't as weird as going from fins to feet.

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

Peter gave it a shot.

"This really doesn't make for a relaxing Saturday," he finally said, vaguely impressed he had spoke.

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

Ariel shrugged a little. Or, at least, she tried, but with the way her shoulders were connected, it was a little bit awkward. She had to admit, though, it was definitely strange. She hoped that whatever it was would pass soon. Or at the very least before Wednesday. Being plastic was so not very romantic.

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"You don't seem to have much to say on the matter," Peter said. "Did you not luck out, or are you just dumbstruck?"

It was an honest question, no malice intended.

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

Ariel shook her head, to indicate neither. And then she lifted her arms.

And that was about it. She meant to do more, like gesturing to her throat to show that she didn't have a voice, like she usually did, but there were problems. Her elbows only bent so far, and her neck had actually almost all but disappeared in her current state.

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"Are you trying to do the wave?" Peter asked, puzzled. "Well, this has to be extra hard, then. Probably can't write too well like that, can you?"

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

Ariel dropped her hands and sighed. Maybe this plastic thing was worse than she thought now that trying to communicate had come into the picture. She shook her head, but she figured it wouldn't hurt to at least try to write something. She got up; if this were her common room, she'd know right where to go, but she had to do some searching in this one. She did find a pen, though, and some paper, and jolted back.

And tried to write.

With awesome results:



Writing with C hands was hard!

[mania-endless.livejournal.com]

Behold! By lack of imagination from the mun's part some divine luck, Delirium hadn't gotten plastic. Which, in her own opinion, was a shame, since she had spotted Ariel leaving and that looked like way too much fun to be missing. Well, she had gotten to be really rational and stuff, and you couldn't have all, right?

But for now she was squealing at lego!Peter. Because it was ridiculously cute.

"D'aaaaaaaaw." Yep, she was just doing that.

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

Peter was a wee bit baffled, really. He sort of stared, wondering why she of all people was still normal.

Er, well, however normal Del was usually.

[mania-endless.livejournal.com]

Right, he hadn't seen Del dressing properly, talking with a lot of sense, and being responsible and logical. So normal it was slightly creepy.

"Plastic, um, suits you." Hey, it was true!

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"Let's hope it doesn't become a habit," Peter said. "Guess whatever you are is immune to this stuff."

[mania-endless.livejournal.com]

There was a giggle, Del leaning slightly, hands on her back. "A badawfulterrible habit?"

"Endless. And sometimes...and sometimes not."

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"Sometimes, there is an end in sight?" Peter said, his snark a little edgier due to being a bit upset at his current state. "What exactly is Endless supposed to mean?"

[mania-endless.livejournal.com]

"Noooo", replied Del, not getting the joke. Or the snark. Peter looked overall cute in plastic, even with snark. "I am an Endless. You asked." Like, hello, and the crazy one was her.

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"Yes, but it has to be called 'Endless' for a reason," Peter stressed. "What makes them so special?"

[notmyownage]

Claudia was not trying to ignore the fact that she was plastic. She was, in fact, kind of fascinated by the fact that she was plastic. Not quite as much as the fact that the plastic had seams and she was pretty sure she could probably take her entire hand off -- if she ever figured out how to get her other arm to bed in any way other than raising up and down.

She peered into the common room. "Anyone here manage to maintain any fine motor control?"

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"You should have seen me struggle with the coffee maker," Peter said. "Not that I'm able to really drink it properly."

[notmyownage]

It wasn't as though Claudia could nod, today (though she could swivel her head around 360 degrees). She raised her own arm experimentally, noting that the angle of the swivel joint didn't allow for her hand to actually, you know, reach her mouth.

"Yeah, that'd be difficult." She looked at the TV. "Had some success with the remote though, huh?"

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"I wedged it in the couch cushion so it'd stay in place," Peter admitted. "This was the channel it was already on."

Lucky break, really.

[notmyownage]

"Really, the island should have turned everything else into plasticy blocky stuff, too. It'd only be fair."

Yeah, she was arguing that the island should be fair. And yeah, even she realized how that sounded.

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"I'm just hoping this is one of those one-day things," Peter said. "I like not being all... toyed with."

He thought he was clever.

[notmyownage]

"Could be worse," Claudia offered. "We could be bobbleheads."

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

Peter tried to give Claudia a quizzical expression. "Let's not give the island ideas," he said, feeling a bit foolish at implying sentience upon a location.