1st Floor Rec Room, Saturday Night

[not_a_moonie]

Alana had woken up without her wings, leading her to panic about whether there might be some bizarre wing-stealing virus on the loose.

Then she'd gone online to research whether any such illness existed and gotten distracted reading websites about some kind of Earth demi-god called angels, who were apparently watching over her. (Huh?). She couldn' decide whether the idea was kind of sweet, or just straight-up icky.

Then she'd tried on a bunch of clothes she'd bought in Fandom but had been too lazy so far to alter wing holes into. And then she'd realized she was hungry, thought wistfully about pizza, sneezed, seen a flash of purple light, and -- whoops! She was in town. At the pizza place.

Fifteen minutes later, she was back at the dorm, with a large pepperoni pizza and absolutely no idea what was going on. But at least she had pizza. So that was nice. She turned on the big TV in the rec room and tried to lose herself in a movie about a brother and sister who were way, way, way too close.

[OOC: Open! Alana got Eleanor Lamb's teleportation.]

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[voiceoverdue]

After a long and uneventful day at the antique store and a sort of background noise that he couldn't get rid of but that was really giving him a headache, Cecil walked back to the dorms and stopped just inside to warm up.

He heard the TV on and headed over to the rec room. "Hi!" he said, waving.

[not_a_moonie]

"Hey," Alana returned. "So am I the only one having a really weird day today?"

[OOC: You caught me on the way to bed! SP?]

[voiceoverdue]

"I don't know. Weird how?" Apart from the fact that Cecil just wasn't very talkative today. Was that weird?


[Yay for SP!]

[not_a_moonie]

"My wings are missing," Alana said, sounding peeved. "And also I sneezed and ended up in the pizza shop. So -- I dunno. Weird weird."

[voiceoverdue]

"Oh! Well, I, uh, sort of got telepathy? If that counts?"

That would be a yes.

[not_a_moonie]

"Duh, that counts," Alana said, after a moment in which she squinted at Cecil and tried to decide if he was kidding. "So you can tell me what number I'm thinking of?"

(It was pi. It was always gonna be pi.)

[voiceoverdue]

"No, I...um. I don't know if it works like that?" //I can talk to people, though,// he offered.

[not_a_moonie]

Alana yelped, then tried to recover with a feeble smile. "Oh! That's ... cool."

[voiceoverdue]

"Sorry! Oops." Cecil offered her an apologetic smile.