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taxonomites2013-10-11 10:07 pm
taxcollectors) wrote in taxonomites2013-10-11 10:07 pm
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[Location: Everywhere.]
The credits roll on Candy Taxon... the theme music winds down... and everything fades to black.
Morning comes. Taxon's back to normal. Every trace of sugar is gone; the Extras are no longer licorice or marzipan or sugar-cookie. The buildings are no longer edible.
Everything's fine.
Everything is super-normal.
The last thing you remember is the surreality of being candy, and now you're safe in your bed again. Back to being yourself.
The weird images you half-remember, when you close your eyes, of being laid flat on a table, of machinery poking at your skin and needles and a vague background vibrational hum-- the images of behind behind smooth glass, of your lungs being compressed for you, in-and-out-- the images of something other leaning over you while you laid motionless, unable to twitch-- why, all of these images are merely the remnants of some weird dream.
Maybe it was something you ate. (Especially if you were one of the Taxonians who nibbled on yourself.)
It's time to get up, Taxon.
And if your tablet calendar shows that a month has passed that you have no memory of, it's probably nothing to worry about.
And if your body aches like you ran a marathon of which you have no recollection, it's also probably nothing to worry about.
And if the lights seem too bright, and if you find yourself looking into a reflection that isn't quite right in the mirror, and if your dominant hand is now the opposite as you brush your teeth-- really. Nothing to worry about.
Good morning, Taxon. As always: welcome to the first day of the rest of your lives.
[OOC: Alright, kids, let's get back into ye olde saddles! You are back in your bodies... or are you? As described in the big plot post of doom, many characters in Taxon have undergone subtle biological changes as the aliens cram them into truly biological bodies for the first time. This is not a traditional 'plot', per se, but it is background weirdness that you are welcome to have your characters notice, theorize about, and be bothered by. Or to ignore. The 'side effects' can be different for every character: anything from a changed eye color to loss of muscle-memory. Have fun!]
Morning comes. Taxon's back to normal. Every trace of sugar is gone; the Extras are no longer licorice or marzipan or sugar-cookie. The buildings are no longer edible.
Everything's fine.
Everything is super-normal.
The last thing you remember is the surreality of being candy, and now you're safe in your bed again. Back to being yourself.
The weird images you half-remember, when you close your eyes, of being laid flat on a table, of machinery poking at your skin and needles and a vague background vibrational hum-- the images of behind behind smooth glass, of your lungs being compressed for you, in-and-out-- the images of something other leaning over you while you laid motionless, unable to twitch-- why, all of these images are merely the remnants of some weird dream.
Maybe it was something you ate. (Especially if you were one of the Taxonians who nibbled on yourself.)
It's time to get up, Taxon.
And if your tablet calendar shows that a month has passed that you have no memory of, it's probably nothing to worry about.
And if your body aches like you ran a marathon of which you have no recollection, it's also probably nothing to worry about.
And if the lights seem too bright, and if you find yourself looking into a reflection that isn't quite right in the mirror, and if your dominant hand is now the opposite as you brush your teeth-- really. Nothing to worry about.
Good morning, Taxon. As always: welcome to the first day of the rest of your lives.
[OOC: Alright, kids, let's get back into ye olde saddles! You are back in your bodies... or are you? As described in the big plot post of doom, many characters in Taxon have undergone subtle biological changes as the aliens cram them into truly biological bodies for the first time. This is not a traditional 'plot', per se, but it is background weirdness that you are welcome to have your characters notice, theorize about, and be bothered by. Or to ignore. The 'side effects' can be different for every character: anything from a changed eye color to loss of muscle-memory. Have fun!]
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She can't focus, so she takes another sip of her water.
"Okay, let's...I'm gonna buy my scarf, pay for this, and then head home." Probably the safest course of action all things considered, but to make it safer she looks up at Selina with a sheepish smile. "Would you mind walking me? I think this might be a buddy system situation."
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"Not at all. You seem to need ... someone to watch over you. At least for the moment." It is hard to need others, at least for Selina, so she can accept the request without too much trouble. More walking seems like a good idea. Maybe she'll get used to the new perspective faster if she's moving.
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"Thanks," she replies with a nod, then after giving herself a silent little pep talk gets back to her feet and walks to the cashier. Once she's settled she turns to the door resolutely.
"Okay, it's like...four blocks, we can do this."