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Room 307, Saturday afternoon
Jun. 1st, 2013 05:56 pmRaven had been having a pampering day in, today: sleeping in, a long relaxing shower, a mud mask, home manicure, and now a pedicure. The shops of the future had miles of beauty products she'd never seen before, and was much too excited to try. She lounged on her bed, rubbing lotion on one foot, the other dangling idly over the side -- a bit too close to the air vent.
She'd managed to dodge irony for a whole week now, and irony -- or a the very least, a gremlin -- was all set to change that.
The gremlin darted out, slavering excitedly, and chomped down hard on Raven's ankle. She let out a shriek and yanked her leg up, but not before the venom started working its way through her system.
What happens when a shapeshifter gets hit with a bite-full of hallucinogenic venom?
Anyone happening by might hear the sound of a dog scrabbling at the door, huffing grumpily to itself while it worked out how to turn the knob. The same someone would moments later see said dog, a brown and white mutt with a charming red scarf around his neck, sauntering out into the hallway.
The room he'd found himself in was nice and all, but Dodger was a dog of the streets, and he had a musical number out there somewhere to perform.
[ooc: establishy, transformation NFB, please. In the name of irony, Raven has been gremlin bit and turned herself into a talking/singing dog. As you do.]
She'd managed to dodge irony for a whole week now, and irony -- or a the very least, a gremlin -- was all set to change that.
The gremlin darted out, slavering excitedly, and chomped down hard on Raven's ankle. She let out a shriek and yanked her leg up, but not before the venom started working its way through her system.
What happens when a shapeshifter gets hit with a bite-full of hallucinogenic venom?
Anyone happening by might hear the sound of a dog scrabbling at the door, huffing grumpily to itself while it worked out how to turn the knob. The same someone would moments later see said dog, a brown and white mutt with a charming red scarf around his neck, sauntering out into the hallway.
The room he'd found himself in was nice and all, but Dodger was a dog of the streets, and he had a musical number out there somewhere to perform.
[ooc: establishy, transformation NFB, please. In the name of irony, Raven has been gremlin bit and turned herself into a talking/singing dog. As you do.]
