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entranceway2014-03-20 12:59 pm
halfwinchester) wrote in entranceway2014-03-20 12:59 pm
002 ♟ action/audio | titled: "Three Signs of the Wonderland Apocalypse"
(OOC: Until the gender swap wears off mid-event, replies will come from halfsister, his gender swap equivalent! Open sections are for the early days of the event, approximately glossing over the 20th-22nd. :D Audio portion is posted a tad early for convenience's sake.)
| Chapter One: "Sex organs you never wanted"
[Having your nose broken and the side of your face turned into a swollen mess by someone you don't even know puts a cramp on a person's social life. After Clarisse, Adam sticks close to home for the most part, subsisting on painkillers and brief stints in the clinic where Martha makes sure his face is growing back straight.
Healing up after a shake down is slow and boring, and in retrospect Adam is sure that has something to do with why the talking lizard's changes are interesting enough to warrant his attention.
On Wednesday, the gazebo had seemed safe enough to check out. On Thursday, he's proven wrong. So wrong.
He's been mauled, he's been burnt up in Hell, he's been turned into a friggin' suit of armor, but being a flesh-and-blood girl... The adjustment period is an arduous one, to say the least, and involves a lot of time not knowing what to do with himself in his room. After the tenth time checking out old scars and birth marks, it's official, someone gave him a free sex change.
And it's the little things that get him the most.
Bathroom breaks are hard. Lying down with sandbags on his chest is hard. Clothes are disturbingly hard when bras need to go on and not off. (Sports bras count, don't they?) He takes a shower the next morning because the lack of one pushes him past his fear of naked cleavage, and it's not even deciding to wearing a bathing suit inside the shower that bothers him, it's the tangle of hair he's left with afterward. Suddenly there's so much hair! He actually needs a hair brush to untangle himself after months of not bothering, and he fantasizes about taking scissors and lopping everything. Bye bye, girly locks.
Except he doesn't, because he needs to leave his room eventually and figure this shit out, and probably should look halfway normal to do it.
At least not looking like Adam means no one will look at him and see Adam and ask about his face.
... And he'll leave once he figures out how to make the closet give him shoes that aren't two sizes too big.]
| Chapter Two: "Miniature angels and demi-gods rain from the sky" | action
[No one even look at the slouched girl outside. Don't even look.
She looks vaguely uncomfortable, wearing jeans that are slightly too big for her and burrowed in an over-sized hoodie, hands pushed deep into the pockets. Maybe it has something to do with the fact a good deal of her face is a paint-by-number color pallet of reds, blacks, and purples at the worst spots and autumn colors at the healing sights. A small white nasal splint sits across the bridge of her nose.
Or maybe it's the fact that this is Adam, and the unhappy twist to his mouth belongs to him.
The painkillers he'd loaded up on to come out here make everything warm and sloppy at the edges, and one of the few things keeping him tranquilized, preventing him from doing something he might regret like... get on the network and shout at someone like a girl having the worst menstrual period of her life.
He lurks around the gazebo for a while, hoping that's the cause, hoping it'll go back, even whining "come on, come on!" under his breath at one point in a voice that is far too high-pitched for his liking.
Nothing happens. He wanders around outside for a while and pops another ibuprofen. Still nothing happens.
He still has breasts. It's a weird day, but hey, drugs give his smaller frame an extra pow now and that makes things a little better.]
| Chapter Three: "You can't get the beer even if you want the beer" | audio
[On day two, Adam's ready to get off this ride. Sitting down to pee all the time is too much. Not being able to twist bottle caps off without waging all out war on them with the side of a table or a bottle opener isn't just a waste of time, it's annoying.
If there's a quick fix out there, he'd like to know.
Hence, Adam comes out of self-imposed isolation to speak to the network as a whole, though there's a bright side to having a girl's voice and that's that no one can guess who it belongs to straight away. In an attempt to protect his anonymity further, he's stepped out of his room to use one of the wall units he's seen around and not his actual phone. Better safe than sorry.]
This Freaky Friday body switch stuff is great, but has anyone figured out how to switch back? Someone should let the talking lizard know this isn't fixing shit.
[One might be inclined to believe this bluntness is hiding a calmness of some kind. Almost.]
Look-- [When he goes to speak again, something clatters to the ground. There's a grunt of irritation. He's made the mistake of trying to grab two of his travelling companions--his personal device and a bottle of water--with one hand, the same hand that has a noticeably smaller hand span now, too small to hold both.] Damn it. For f--
[No, he's not dealing with this calmly. He'd enjoy going back to normal, okay, please and thank you.]
Are we doing something about this or are we just sitting on our hands, 'cause I'd really like to know.
halfsister, his gender swap equivalent! Open sections are for the early days of the event, approximately glossing over the 20th-22nd. :D Audio portion is posted a tad early for convenience's sake.)| Chapter One: "Sex organs you never wanted"
[Having your nose broken and the side of your face turned into a swollen mess by someone you don't even know puts a cramp on a person's social life. After Clarisse, Adam sticks close to home for the most part, subsisting on painkillers and brief stints in the clinic where Martha makes sure his face is growing back straight.
Healing up after a shake down is slow and boring, and in retrospect Adam is sure that has something to do with why the talking lizard's changes are interesting enough to warrant his attention.
On Wednesday, the gazebo had seemed safe enough to check out. On Thursday, he's proven wrong. So wrong.
He's been mauled, he's been burnt up in Hell, he's been turned into a friggin' suit of armor, but being a flesh-and-blood girl... The adjustment period is an arduous one, to say the least, and involves a lot of time not knowing what to do with himself in his room. After the tenth time checking out old scars and birth marks, it's official, someone gave him a free sex change.
And it's the little things that get him the most.
Bathroom breaks are hard. Lying down with sandbags on his chest is hard. Clothes are disturbingly hard when bras need to go on and not off. (Sports bras count, don't they?) He takes a shower the next morning because the lack of one pushes him past his fear of naked cleavage, and it's not even deciding to wearing a bathing suit inside the shower that bothers him, it's the tangle of hair he's left with afterward. Suddenly there's so much hair! He actually needs a hair brush to untangle himself after months of not bothering, and he fantasizes about taking scissors and lopping everything. Bye bye, girly locks.
Except he doesn't, because he needs to leave his room eventually and figure this shit out, and probably should look halfway normal to do it.
At least not looking like Adam means no one will look at him and see Adam and ask about his face.
... And he'll leave once he figures out how to make the closet give him shoes that aren't two sizes too big.]
| Chapter Two: "Miniature angels and demi-gods rain from the sky" | action
[No one even look at the slouched girl outside. Don't even look.
She looks vaguely uncomfortable, wearing jeans that are slightly too big for her and burrowed in an over-sized hoodie, hands pushed deep into the pockets. Maybe it has something to do with the fact a good deal of her face is a paint-by-number color pallet of reds, blacks, and purples at the worst spots and autumn colors at the healing sights. A small white nasal splint sits across the bridge of her nose.
Or maybe it's the fact that this is Adam, and the unhappy twist to his mouth belongs to him.
The painkillers he'd loaded up on to come out here make everything warm and sloppy at the edges, and one of the few things keeping him tranquilized, preventing him from doing something he might regret like... get on the network and shout at someone like a girl having the worst menstrual period of her life.
He lurks around the gazebo for a while, hoping that's the cause, hoping it'll go back, even whining "come on, come on!" under his breath at one point in a voice that is far too high-pitched for his liking.
Nothing happens. He wanders around outside for a while and pops another ibuprofen. Still nothing happens.
He still has breasts. It's a weird day, but hey, drugs give his smaller frame an extra pow now and that makes things a little better.]
| Chapter Three: "You can't get the beer even if you want the beer" | audio
[On day two, Adam's ready to get off this ride. Sitting down to pee all the time is too much. Not being able to twist bottle caps off without waging all out war on them with the side of a table or a bottle opener isn't just a waste of time, it's annoying.
If there's a quick fix out there, he'd like to know.
Hence, Adam comes out of self-imposed isolation to speak to the network as a whole, though there's a bright side to having a girl's voice and that's that no one can guess who it belongs to straight away. In an attempt to protect his anonymity further, he's stepped out of his room to use one of the wall units he's seen around and not his actual phone. Better safe than sorry.]
This Freaky Friday body switch stuff is great, but has anyone figured out how to switch back? Someone should let the talking lizard know this isn't fixing shit.
[One might be inclined to believe this bluntness is hiding a calmness of some kind. Almost.]
Look-- [When he goes to speak again, something clatters to the ground. There's a grunt of irritation. He's made the mistake of trying to grab two of his travelling companions--his personal device and a bottle of water--with one hand, the same hand that has a noticeably smaller hand span now, too small to hold both.] Damn it. For f--
[No, he's not dealing with this calmly. He'd enjoy going back to normal, okay, please and thank you.]
Are we doing something about this or are we just sitting on our hands, 'cause I'd really like to know.
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Adam's seen what Michael's capable of in the Cage, even felt all that burning power while Michael had used him as a vessel. He remembers having Michael bearing down on him in his true form, remembers his fear. It's because he couldn't stand up to Michael that his "yes" had slipped past his lips that day; Heaven, for all that it is, couldn't feel safe anymore if Michael were there. He doesn't blame the angel for a self-preservation instinct.
No one can stop Michael, and that's the unfair part.
To stop him once before, Adam had had to be the sacrificial lamb, but here they are, that time in the Cage wasted, back to having Michael declare ownership of him like a scrap of meat and carving things into his ribs, walking into his dreams. It's unfair, and even if Samandriel is really the most trustworthy and benevolent angel of them all, Adam knows if Michael appeared right this second, Samandriel would take off like a pigeon at the sight of a hawk. Ultimately, sympathy only goes so far. Adam doesn't care for his odds in the long game.
He lifts his eyebrows a fraction. One good turn deserves another, right?]
It's not getting any safer with him here in case you hadn't noticed. Your boss seems to have a problem with you guys getting too friendly with me, so if I did change my mind, you know it's your number he's dialing up, don't you?
[Not that he will change his mind since he's even more suspicious of angels poking their nose in his business than Michael is, but the warning's there.]
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However, things are different here in Wonderland, too. It doesn't feel quite as daunting because there aren't so many angels. There are none to fight about taking sides, there aren't even any who are particularly loyal to Michael--Samandriel is quite certain that if he got into any trouble with Michael, he would have some help from Castiel, and perhaps even Gabriel, though they don't know each other well. Michael isn't as big a threat here, it's almost a small relief of sorts.]
I don't believe he would have any problem with me offering you a kindness or even help that you required. [While he means to, his statement doesn't sound very definitive. He...doesn't know Michael well enough to know if what he's saying is really true, but it would make sense if it was.] He shouldn't have a problem with any of us keeping you safe or fixing you up. I suspect he would only have a problem if I were to try using you as a vessel.
[It's likely that Michael is protective of previous vessels, or any that he can use as vessels, in case something were to happen to the one he's currently using. That, at least, makes sense.]
But I have no intention of doing so.
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He'd had a feeling being a vessel meant being a "one size fits all" kind of person, but even the idea of having any random angel try to cram themselves inside him if they damn well feel like trying to pry permission out of him is enough to make him twist his mouth unhappily. The confirmation sits like a stone in his stomach.
At least Samandriel is reassuring about it. After all, why take another guy hostage when you have a perfectly healthy person bound and gagged inside their own body? That makes it all better.]
Well, you met me. [He ignores the rest in favor of deadpanning at the child.] Wrong body, but close enough.
[They've had a nice chat and even covered Adam's status as a piece of angel clothing. There can't be much more they can cover unless Samandriel wants to take him by the hand and talk about his dead mother.]
Anything else?