sortinghat_logs | The winds of change~~

WHO: Everyone!
TONE: Anything from fun to serious
RATING: PG-13+
WHEN: 20th - 23rd April
WHERE: All around the school
WHAT: Canon selves event! A seance gone awry has had its effect on the school, bringing about mental and physical changes to students and staff alike! Full details of the combinations of effects can be found here.
STATUS: Ongoing! Use whichever style you like.

[Spring brings change, but that change isn't always a good thing! Whether your character has changed entirely into their canon self, or only in part, please keep in mind that whatever they know/learn of their original canon during this event will be unable to be clearly recalled - disappearing with their past self - when the event is over. This is to avoid fourth-walling after the conclusion of the event.

Please also keep in mind that some people will not want to fourth-wall during the event! Make sure it's alright with the other player before you decide to do that. Above all, though, have fun!]

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[Murdoc's not the only one who woke up in a body that wasn't his. It took a good deal of talking to calm Mituna down from the fit he'd thrown upon waking up grey with horns and several more inches of height, not to mention a mouth full of sharp oversized teeth that made his lisp all but impossible to control. Once he'd calmed down enough for them to take their eyes off him he'd escaped the hospital wing and scampered off to the courtyard as quickly as his gangly limbs could take him.

It was there he spotted Murdoc, not that he recognised him looking like that. So he's peering around a nearby wall, all dandelion-puff black hair and curiosity, one blue and one red eye peering out from behind the dark strands. He creeps a bit closer, then crouches behind another wall, watching him over the top of it.]

[Mituna isn't the only one needing to deal with fits, only Murdoc was dealing more with Bro's and not his own. He's pretty bummed out from the other man's vehement rejection of him and the fact that he's had so much thrown at him today. The only plus side? Troll husks are tough. At least he isn't bruising!

Finally he feels as if he's sulked enough and he raises his head, letting out a long suffering sigh before glancing around. Once he catches sight of Mituna, he quirks an eyebrow. Are they the same...?

He stands, approaching slowly and with caution as he tries to catch sight of the boy.]

Mituna? [That is him, right?] It's professor Ampora. Sort of.

[He ducks down with a soft sound of surprise when the stranger says his name.. but no, he knows that voice.] P.. profethor?

[Well, the voice is right. Mituna shrinks down for a moment, then slowly stands, rubbing one hand up his arm. Well, the grey skin and the candycorn horns are the same, even if Mituna has two and is lacking the fins.

The boy walks over to Murdoc hesitantly, looks up at him with his head slightly cocked, then slumps against his chest with both arms wrapped tightly around him.

So. Relieved.]

Yes. [His answer is curt, probably a little defensive given the amount of disbelief he's faced today. He sounds a little fed up with the day, unsurprisingly.

He keeps a careful eye on Mituna as he shrinks, keeping silent and letting him come to his own conclusions. He can't help but wonder just why they appear to be of a similar species. Though he notes that he does indeed lack fins and he is smug in that regard.

The moment Mituna slumps against him, he tenses. He's already been punched for his trouble today, the last thing he needs is to be attacked. When he realises it's a hug? Well. He doesn't untense, but he puts a hand on Mituna's head for a brief pet.]

Are you quite alright?

[The pet to his head only has him tightening his grip. It doesn't seem to matter that Murdoc is a very tall, very grey, sharp toothed horned creature at the moment, but what does matter is that he's familiar and right now familiar feels safe.]

No.

[Obvious answer, much? He's not usually much of a hugger, but this is a special circumstance. Everything feels weird.]

I don't like it.

[Murdoc is only getting more confused at the ever increasing tightness of the hug. He might have kids, but he's not particularly fatherly or affectionate. He can, however, sense that Mituna feels unsafe. Why else would he cling so much?

With a sigh, Murdoc crouches down a bit, placing a hand on Mituna's shoulder for a friendly massage whilst trying to make eye contact through that damn fringe. He can see the boy's eyes are particularly strange and he's honestly curious as to why.]

Give it a few days, it'll pass. [He half smiles, flashing a bit of shark teeth as he does.] Have you eaten?

[He lets go of him when he moves, rubbing one hand up his arm and looking at Murdoc as he crouches. His shoulder tenses under that hand, but he doesn't pull himself away.

There's a small nod to the statement, then a brief shake of his head at the question.]

No. I wath in the hothpital wing and then.. [A vague gesture. He wasn't exactly released, but they didn't stop him from running off either.]

[Luckily, Murdoc isn't interested in a friendly massage. Once he's certain Mituna is perfectly calm, he'll move his hand away.

He moves to stand up again, glancing around before looking back at Mituna.]

You wandered off? [He asks with a raised eyebrow.] I'm sure the nurses have enough to deal with. Would you like to go find breakfast?

I..

[His stomach interrupts him with a pointed growl, and he glances away.]

... Yeth.

[Murdoc is going to snort, rolling his shoulders back tiredly and stretching.]

Alright then. [He starts to stride toward the hall, ignoring any looks he gets.] Follow along, Captor.

... Ok.

[He follows obediently, trotting at Murdoc's heels and keeping his head down. People stare at him enough as it is.]

[Murdoc has his chest puffed and his back straight, his expression is just daring anyone to point, stare or, god forbid, laugh. He looks like he knows what he's doing, so clearly nobody will stop him when he leads him to the teacher's table and offers him a seat there.

There's no way in hell he's sitting with the students now.]

Eat whatever you want, I doubt many of us will be showin' up for breakfast today. [He's going to start making himself a coffee so he can just breathe in the smell.]

[He follows Murdoc up to the teacher's table, looking uncertainly between the seat and the professor before sliding into it, picking at the edge of the table. When he's directed to eat he picks up a piece of toast, biting off the corner and watching as Murdoc makes coffee.]

Food tathteth weird.

[He wipes a bit of butter from his lower lip with his thumb. It's not an unpleasant change in taste, but it definitely doesn't taste right.]

[Murdoc watches Mituna as he eats, noting the reaction and seeming a little disheartened by it. He wonders if that means his coffee is going to taste bad too.

He takes a wary sniff, fins pining back against his face as he does. The smell is appealing, but it's very near overwhelming. He sips anyway, humming in agreement almost straight away.]

Salty. [That might just be him, though.]

The winds of change~~

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