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Who:Ezra and Rudra
Where: Ezra's room
When: Thursday, evening
What: Ezra finally leaves his malaise enough to communicate.

Like a storm, it broke. A simple atmospheric snap and the clouds parted, as it were. Ezra opened his eyes and saw his ceiling. As it was. Present time. It was dark and he immediately noticed he was cold, and damp. There was a moment of dizziness as he acclimated himself to his own existence again. Moments had come and gone of greater clarity, but none that he could clearly remember. Those moments when he'd wake up somewhere different wondering how he'd managed to move from one dirty location to another or get enough water and food in him to survive the episode.

His arms felt like and were shaking a little. They felt like moving wet noodles as he dipped two finger tips in the tiny hollow between his pectoral muscles. Ezra was skinny enough that it was probably only his ribs stopping that caused the natural rift enough for sweat to gather there. Thank the Gods, it was just sweat. Trying to prop himself on his elbows, he found it was a little too much of an effort and gave up, breathing heavily before finding the will to try moving again.

He'd be damned, he smelt awful and was cold. It did occur to him that he might want to see what day or time it was, but it was only a fleeting thought. Those things didn't mean much to him, even if he did want to check. Ezra was more concerned with the next ten minutes as he swayed towards the bathroom, holding onto various surfaces. After realizing the closet was not the bathroom, but finding his robe, he left the light off and twisted the knob to hot water. Barely finding the forethought to make sure it wouldn't scald him (more of an above tepid temperature, actually), he crawled into the tub.

"Wuh?" The room had turned blindingly white. Ezra blinked up, his vision filled with dancing lights and moving shapes that were taking a significant amount of time clearing into actual sight. His legs felt sluggish and he realized it was because the water level was at his waist. Where had the time gone to?

Who: Ezra
Where: Apartamento dele
When: Afternoon to early evening
What: It's that time again

It started with the sweating, then the restless nights. Ezra had his palms pressed against his aching eyes as he paced restlessly. Sharp turns. Three steps, turn. Three steps, turn. The room was in complete dissarray. If asked he couldn't say where Kenzie was. For the moment, he was trapped in his own world. His body and mind taking a toll to weather the raw lines of their shared universe. Reality was like an onion. Or a tree. Or a shape that is not solid or round, but layered and intertwined. Very frequently the layers between worlds grew weaker, or so Ezra believed, and this is what brought him to these states. Like most things in the universe, it happened with some regularity.

This had been coming for a while. For hours he'd feverishly rearranged the room as he grappled with how he came to own the shirt he was wearing. Ezra didn't know if this was his third or fifth or first time at Halcyon. Was he in the future? Was he in the past? Time was so relative when he'd looked so timeless for so long. His awareness encompassed his current face, the mirror was no help, it ate at his brain, sending him sweating as he placed chairs on their backs and stacked books underneath them. He'd nearly stepped with his woolen socks into a bucket of water inexplicably by the window. His shoes were somewhere, sitting toe to toe.

Ezra couldn't look at what he'd made. He knew what was coming. This was his training. To not give into dread. To not give into fear. To continue to fight the silent battle and steel himself against the fate to which he'd been conceived. Still, they came. His eyes tightly shut, waves of soft sky blue and violet infused light drifted across his left and right eyes as if a rock had been dropped into the water on either side just below his vision. They met where one's visions cross and were diluted. Slowly, however, the waves grew more and more distinct, until they were lines. He was frozen, hardly breathing, standing rigidly straight in the middle of the room. Like before you know you're going to vomit frozen.

Then the lines stopped coming from out of his sight and drew from the middle. Stretched out the middle and they were circles. Circles in circles in circles in circles. Ezra wouldn't know he was on the floor rather than standing up. Things like gravity and consciousness had little meaning to him now until either his mind or his body grew too weak to support this sort of intra-universal travel. His irises spun madly and often out of tune with one another. Ezra had left the building.

Who: Ezra and Kenzie
When: Evening
Where: Their place in Head of Halcyon

Over the past little while, since Ezra had found out the truth about what Kenzie really was, he had been leaving clothes out for him. Kenzie would find them laying neatly stacked in a chair and he would take them, put them away along with his green socks, and not say anything about it. He had rarely been in human form since the initial meeting, finding it so much easier to be a cat and just watch, just observe Ezra, rather than really interact with him, but today he was feeling less anti-social and was actually looking forward to Ezra coming home.

In human form, he watched the clock. He had put on the clothes that Ezra had given him, all of the clothes that Ezra had given him, and now felt like he weighed about ten pounds more than he did and had little beads of sweat forming on his forehead. And he had thought that fur was hot! It was nothing compared to these blasted clothes. He had no idea how normal humans did it every single day. He had to admire their tenacity. It had been under an hour and already he wanted to strip off naked.

He had decided to do something nice for Ezra, and he had straightened up the house, or had straightened it as much as Ezra would allow for it to be straight. He had on the table, ready to go, a couple of plates, something he had learned about from Ezra, and a can of food of some sort. He couldn't read but whatever was in it looked like it might taste okay. That was as far as his culinary skills would take him, but it was the thought that counted, correct.

When he heard the door, his ears perked, and he launched himself over to it, wiggling his hind side as he stood at the door, not crouched, waiting for Ezra to turn his key and push the door open. Wouldn't he be surprised?!?

Who: Ezra and...Rudra?
Where: Ezra and his cat's apartment
When: Monday morning
What: There's a strange man in his shower and someone has changed his beloved cat into a man! Who is that strange man in his shower.

He was limping in his socks when he entered the apartment. Ezra was pretty certain he'd broken one of his toes. The ankle was twisted pretty badly as well. It was a small blessing that he was able to limp back, heavily favoring his left side, of course. The pain was pretty bad, but Ezra had plenty of experience with injury. Better this than having to face the school nurse again. He had the whole battery of casts and bandages already.

A week from now and you wouldn't even be able to tell that he'd been bleeding from a gash in his forehead that morning. Ezra had twisted his foot on the stairs and left reality for a moment. What he could gather a minute later was that he'd probably face planted on the stairs before taking a rather daming tumble down the rest of the case.

Thank the Universe all his classes were independent at this point, preparing for their final presentations. Putting his shoes on the endtable, all he could think about was soaking his pained foot and getting it wrapped up before a long, relaxing Monday. During which he would ignore there was still the rest of the week. Somewhere he heard the shower water running, but it meant so little to him. It was a familiar sound, even if it was usually him in the shower, and it didn't set off any alarms for him.

Ezra was rarely fully in tune with the real world. It wasn't until the bathroom door was fully open and a nude man was gaping at him that he thought to gape back. He just went numb, staring at him, dumbfounded. "Rudra!?" It didn't click, the familiarity, until he said it. Then a moment later. "Who made you a boy?" The reasons were obvious, but Ezra had an easier time making obscure connections than logical ones. So sue him.

Who: Halcyon Staff
Where: Common room in the Staff Building
When: Saturday Afternoon
What: Staff get together

The week had been a quiet one for Dove, and she was happy to have that brief moment of calm. The student body, even though she knew there was always some social drama happening, had been in a good mood this week. There wasn't anybody clamoring at her door to get in, no one seemed to have had any vent worthy situations to talk about. Not too many in the school had any serious problems, most of the time people just needed to vent to someone that had an outside perspective on the situation. It amused her sometimes though, when people of the same social circle would knock on her door, all with related problems. She always encouraged them to talk to their friends about it, they would undoubtedly be a wonderful support system for them, when she herself wasn't always available. Of course, if they actually listened to that particular piece of advice, she might be out of a job. On the other hand, she didn't know too many psychologists who would deal with supernatural beings.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a soft chime sounding from an alarm on her laptop. There was a staff get together of some fashion happening today, and Dove decided she would make an appearance. Having been here for awhile, she was friendly with the staff, but between the newcomers and everyone's busy schedules, she hadn't devoted as much time to them as she should. It was healthy to have social connections, and unhealthy not to maintain them. That's what the general gist of most of her books had told her, and she just happened to agree. It was time to put a name to new faces and remind herself of others. Dove was a cheerful person and very easy to get along with, so she didn't feel that anxiety some might about a bunch of people in the same room together.

Shutting her laptop down and tidying up her desk she got ready to head down to the commons room in the staff house. Quickly, she scribbled a note on a post-it that would be taped to her front door. It explained that she would be out of her office for the afternoon and if an emergency came about to find a guard who would be able to reach her. She never knew when someone would try to unhinge her door in an existential crisis. It didn't take long to get herself together, and she was off.

Arriving in the commons room, she had hoped she dressed appropriately. It was a saturday, but it was still a staff gathering so she wanted to appear casual and professional at the same time. She wore a pair of dark jeans, black healed boots, and an emerald green wrap around sweater. He hair was left loose in long curls and her make-up wasn't much, a very light dusting of eyeshadow and clear gloss. Deciding she was presentable enough, she walked into the room.

Dove would thank Rozlyn an the other staff who helped put this together at some point, they certainly created a warm and friendly atmosphere. It wasn't overly formal or fancy, something she appreciated. There were a couple couches, some chairs and coffee tables set up - more of a room for conversation than anything else. Dove headed over to one of the tables first before she sat down. Coffee, tea, and food platters were provided, and there was some light music playing in the background. At the very least, it was going to be a much deserved afternoon of relaxation for the staff that worked at Halcyon.

Before long she had a hot mug filled with herbal tea, and a small plate filled with fruit. Sitting down in one of the chairs, she waited for more people to arrive.