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Bellum Anon (bellum_anon) wrote in bellumlogs,
@ 2010-04-27 23:02:00

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plot: fables

Who: Everyone!
What: Transformation Plot Post
Where: All over.
When: Moonrise on the 28th.
Warnings: All kinds, I expect.

The moon slipped up past the horizon full, round, and white. Its effects had been predicted, though perhaps not fully believed by the residents of the building.

Moonlight streamed through the windows of the building, washing the city in pale light. For the tenants of Bellum Letale, where ever they were, scattered in the night, it had a tangible effect.

Change rippled through the building, much as it had over a month before. But this was not simply a twitch in the fabric of things, gone in the blink of an eye. It was a rolling change, gradual as the moonrise, tangible, and, in some cases, likely terrifying in its inexorability. People became what they were, what they ought to have been, and what they weren't.

The moon was up, and trouble was about to run high in Bellum.

[Notes: Remember that the events of last month still apply-I.E, those who became vampires will be vampires when they take on their fable form, the Frog Prince will still be human after being turned back last plot, etc. Whether the fables are aware a month has passed since they were last around is up to the players. This log posted with the anon account so that the mods do not wake up tomorrow with 100 notifications in their gmail. Go forth and plot!]

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thimbledarling
2010-04-28 04:27 am UTC (link)

Tegan had tried to explain to James and Tommy what was going to happen, but it was hard to know whether they actually believed her or not. She tried to distract all of them with a story, doors to the apartment locked, and the three of them gathered in the boys' shared room. Tegan knew it wasn't her best story ever, as she kept looking out the window and waiting for something to happen.

And it did.

She had finally started to lose herself in the story she was telling, and it was that which she noticed changing first. It took on a different turn, pirates appearing and mermaids swimming past. She watched as her brothers became lost in it too. James (or was it John?) and Tommy (no... Michael) both watched her with rapt attention. After long minutes, the story completed, she helped tuck both of them into bed, even though something seemed to be wrong with that. John never went to bed this early. But she kissed both their heads, and snuck out after turning off the light.

The rest of the house seemed strange to her, and she wondered for a moment where her parents were. Where Nana was. And why her bed wasn't in the same room as John and Michael, like it always was. Tonight was a very strange night, Wendy decided, and gathered her long nightgown around her legs as she slipped into her own room, quietly getting ready for bed.

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Hospital to...the window of 108?

never_old
2010-04-28 05:17 am UTC (link)

The hospital room was still and silent beyond the sounds of machines monitoring a beating heart while the clock's second hand ticked slowly on. When the moon rose and the clock ticked over, the boy in the bed changed from the wounded figure in a hospital gown to a wounded, confused Peter Pan. Peter furrowed his brow as he stared up at the ceiling for a moment.

This was stupid. Did he lose to Hook? That's not right at all. Peter Pan NEVER lost, but he felt like he did. Sitting up in bed, Peter irritably tugged out needles in his skin and looked around for his offending shadow.

The offender danced on the wall across the room before zipping out through the open window. Well, he knew where he was going if his shadow knew. There was a strange woman squawking about "escapees" as he wiggled his way out of the window and took a leap off the edge. He never plummeted, instead flew back after his shadow.

"Get back here!" He roared into the open, cool air. It slipped through a window crack and Peter hovered outside it. The girl. He'd seen her before! She told stories to boys like a mother did. She could help him stick his shadow back on and take care of him like a proper mother should.

He lingered for a moment before he tried to open the window further to sneak in.

	Re: 108 never_old 2010-04-28 11:30 pm UTC (link)
	Peter flopped down on the floor next to Wendy, grumpily making a noise of discontent that he jostled whatever wounds that were clearly hurting his back. He offered her one gangly limb, setting his foot on her knee and giving her a smile. "Make sure it doesn't come off," Peter told her seriously, "I am no use without my shadow." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: 108 thimbledarling 2010-04-29 12:25 am UTC (link)
	Wendy finished stitching his shadow on before snipping the thread and looking at him very seriously. "Are they quite bad hurts? I don't know that I can help very bad ones." She took a deep breath and nodded to herself, knowing that she had to at least try. "But... let me see them. I will do my best." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: 108 thimbledarling 2010-04-29 02:28 am UTC (link)
	Wendy couldn't help laughing a little at Peter's outburst, his delight contagious. "It helped?" The grin practically covered her face. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: 108 never_old 2010-04-29 05:53 am UTC (link)
	Peter pulled back to tug on his tunic top again, grinning as his head popped out from the collar. "I feel much better, Wendy Darling." He rose to his feet, posing in his most dramatic pose to see his shadow actually attached and obeying. "It worked! And now we can have fun!" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)