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]

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!

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"Even when you're not plastic?" Peter said. "Sorry to hear that."

He paused, carefully setting his coffee down. "I'm Peter."

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

Ariel thought her next message had gone well until she actually saw it and realized that there was probably no way anyone could read that unless they already knew what it said. She wrinkled her nose and showed it to Peter anyway. It had been work a try.

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"Nice to meet you too, Mreferel," Peter joked. "Hopefully some day we'll meet each other when we aren't overgrown building toys."

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

Peter earned himself a little bit of a look for that one, though not one with any real heat in it, because even Ariel had to admit that that was pretty bad. At least he got the nice to meet you part. She dropped the pen, realizing that it would probably be a pointless endeavor. It wasn't far, though, should she need it again.

Her plastic, poorly jointed body bobbed a little in a nod of agreement, leaving her to just wonder that Peter looked like when he wasn't all blocky.

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

"Well. Given we can't arm wrestle or carry on a meaningful conversation, what exactly do we do, mystery woman?"

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

Maybe gaze longingly into each other's round black dot eyes? Ariel could definitely think of something that might not only pass the time, but it would be extremely beneficial to her, but, knowing her track record with that pastime and the misfortune of their current states as it was, not even she was going to entertain that idea any further.

Ariel looked to the left; she looked to the right. She looked back to the TV, but everything she could think was made difficult by their current disability. So her arms went up again. It was supposed to be a shrug. It didn't work too well.

[theotherpeter.livejournal.com]

Peter mimicked the gesture. "I think I might just watch the TV, if it's all the same to you."

[shes-got-legs.livejournal.com]

...well, by the looks of it, they could do the wave...

...but, no. TV was good for Ariel, too, comfortable on the couch because sitting was easy enough. But she did glance over at Peter on occasion, curious, wondering what sort of interaction might build if she could gesture more or manage a pen with more efficiency.