The winds of change~~

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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!]

Comments

[greenmoonrising]

[Rolls eyes and leaves the infirmary, not releasing the charm on Tony. He's fast enough getting the coffee and even a slice of pumpkin pie for him, returning soon with the lot.]

Behaving yourself?

[arrogantalloy]

[He had made an attempt to get up but just sighed and looks around trying to figure out another way to get out. Boy did he wish he had managed to get more than half way through Mark 42. Because that would have been super handy right now. A fact that he grumbles to himself before Bruce's return]

Apparently I didn't have too much of a choice. For the record, this suppression field. Kind of itchy.

[greenmoonrising]

[Ducking his head, Bruce puts the plate of pie and coffee on the bedside table in Tony's reach.]

Would you rather I'd left you completely immobilised?

[arrogantalloy]

Would rather you let me leave. Kind of have a business to not run, and a super hero team to upgrade.

[greenmoonrising]

Sorry, that's not happening.

[Sits by bedside and watches, scratching the back of his head.]

[arrogantalloy]

You know. People like you are called tyrants.

[He sullenly picks up his coffee and drinks it, then stares.] Yeah, We're really not in New York.

[greenmoonrising]

No, I'm pretty sure that's you.

[Rolls eyes about the coffee.]

Sorry, the cooks here aren't really knowledgeable about French pressing coffee.

[arrogantalloy]

Last time I looked, I never held someone against their will. [He looks over the cup thoughtfully]

Though, there was this one time I lost the keys to the handcuffs, that got a bit twitchy.

[greenmoonrising]

[Snorts about the handcuffs.]

Was this before or after Afghanistan?

[arrogantalloy]

Uh. Before, kind of stopped playing around so much after... That.

[Even though he knows all this is common knowledge, he can't help being suspicious about this Bruce knowing all this.]

[greenmoonrising]

I figured as much.

[Fiddles with sleeve of robes.]

Aren't you going to eat your breakfast?

[arrogantalloy]

[He grins then picks up the pie and starts to eat it]

This is not American pie.

[Looks at it]

What's with the weird seasoning?

[greenmoonrising]

It's pumpkin pie.

[arrogantalloy]

Yeah, I can get that from the taste. I have experienced thanksgiving after all.

It's just not the same.

[greenmoonrising]

Probably, yeah. I mean, I'm not much of a cook so I don't know the specifics... [Awkwardly runs hand through hair.]

[arrogantalloy]

[He shrugs and keeps on eating. Pie is pie and he's never going to turn away decently cooked food.]

So. Why a castle?

[greenmoonrising]

Because why not. [Shrugs.]

[arrogantalloy]

Well at least you're being constantly vague. I can at least take comfort in that.

[greenmoonrising]

Whatever floats your boat.

[arrogantalloy]

Yeah, not really thinking this boat's floating so much as it is sinking. Because well you might be giving me something but it's really not much of anything.

[He drinks slowly as he goes back over everything that was said to him.]

[greenmoonrising]

I don't even want to know what Firewhiskey might do to the reactor, let alone what Miss Gkika's home brews could do.

[arrogantalloy]

Might do? It won't do anything, it's going in my mouth, not the reactor. And I know for a fact that a great deal of alcohol can go through my system without the reactor even knowing, because it's keeping my heart safe, not my liver.

[He drinks a little more, before contemplating the rest of the pie.]

And I was talking less about the meal, and more the real vagueness of the situation and how you know about the reactor. Even if patients are public record, it doesn't give you a working knowledge of it.

[greenmoonrising]

Magical brews can carry magical side-effects. [Le roll of the eyes.]

As for your reactor, well... the other you explained it to me once.

[arrogantalloy]

It's always magical until the hangover.

[He raises a droll eyebrow]

Did I know? So how much detail did I go into then?

[greenmoonrising]

Enough so that if necessary I could build one.