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prismatica2020-03-06 07:51 pm
anotheroldfashioned) wrote in prismatica2020-03-06 07:51 pm
02 | Video | For Those Who Think Sanguis
[Don is newly not furry but he's also looking annoyed and angry. His normally pristine features are grim. He's human - back to his handsome self but his hair hangs over his features and he's aggressively smoking a cigarette.]
So apparently I spend Sanguis as a bear thing. I know there's another fucking moon coming and I don't know what else is going to happen.
For the people who end up furry, you what - shave? And How do you handle clothing. Somebody ought to write a fucking book on this and let me publish it.
[He exhales smoke before taking another long drag on cigarette.]
And I'm not normally this open about this kind of thing but I need to moonlace. Bad. I'll buy you dinner and drinks. Or owe you in this case.
[He mutters something like takes all of the fun out of this before he sighs, leaning back and trying to relax.]
So apparently I spend Sanguis as a bear thing. I know there's another fucking moon coming and I don't know what else is going to happen.
For the people who end up furry, you what - shave? And How do you handle clothing. Somebody ought to write a fucking book on this and let me publish it.
[He exhales smoke before taking another long drag on cigarette.]
And I'm not normally this open about this kind of thing but I need to moonlace. Bad. I'll buy you dinner and drinks. Or owe you in this case.
[He mutters something like takes all of the fun out of this before he sighs, leaning back and trying to relax.]
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Is that what you think of everyone? And what you think of this place? I'd like to think that I'm old enough to know what I want, by now. And I think you're much the same.
( —but he's asking her, right now, with his fingertips to one cheek, and that hand atop his own in her hair slips away and reaches for him, cool skin pressing to the nape of his neck and guiding him down with the slightest pressure applied as she rises up on her tiptoes. And lips just as soft as he'd touched her alight on his face, feeling the beginnings of stubble against delicate skin, and she lingers there for a long moment before drawing back.
Then he indicates his own lips, but he begins to draw back from her before she can think to oblige. So she tips her head in silent question, gold lashes low, and she applies that little bit of pressure to the back of his neck again. She doesn't usually jump right to kissing someone so directly, having barely spoken, but she'd keep it chaste. Just for now. )
That is an opinion best left to a medical professional, sir.
( She's quite soft-hearted, to no one's surprise. )
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She might be able to tell there's restrained power behind it. That he has absolute control but there's also alcohol on his breath. His hands don't shake however and she might have to be the one to pull away. He'll accept it however and sigh.]
...Chroma And pasta. You're a hell of a medical professional doc. Angela.
....You have to let me make it up to you.
[In any way. Settling, he rubbed at his wrist.] I think I got a little too drunk and that plus a lack of chroma is...not good.
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Very nicely done, sir. Treatment complete. When she does pull away after the space of a few breaths, it's with a kiss to his other cheek to even him out and the eventual lowering back to the heels of her feet. )
If only my medical prowess benefited others as much, here. I've been trumped by affectionate healing. Not that I'm complaining, of course. Has that taken the edge off for now?
( She isn't entirely letting go of him, but if he's steadier, she'll likely set about reheating that pasta in the skillet she produced and let him pour them some drinks. She's content to settle in for the evening pressed against his side and see him in the green, chroma-wise, but everyone takes to it differently. Sometimes even this would have been enough to "recharge". )
You'll have to tell me what you have in mind. But you're right, that isn't a very good mix. I would rather not see people drinking too heavily to begin with, but the lack of chroma is a problem. As I'm sure you're aware. The sedation from drinking just makes it all the more dangerous if you were to begin crystallizing, you know.
( But even the way she scolds others is gentle, spoken softly and with concern weighting her tone instead of anything like a proper chastisement. )
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At the mention of crystallizing however his motions stop.]
...Crystallizing?
[His happy buzz is still there, but now he's concerned and confused even because that doesn't sound good. He wipes off his table and moves to get the cheap dishes out of his cupboard, taking in the view of her as a means of distraction.]
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Whatever it was he was doing while she was spooning the pasta from the glassware into the warming skillet, however, comes to a stop. She adds the little bottle of milk she'd brought and puts the other half in the fridge, stirs it in to help thin the sauce back out, and glances over her shoulder.
Right, he's fairly new, isn't he? The lectures they give on arrival are far too much to take in while still reeling from the sudden appearance on some alien moon. That part probably went in one ear and out the other. )
That's right. If we run too low on chroma from a lack of moonlacing or running ourselves a bit ragged, we start to crystallize. It starts at the extremities, and it usually takes a couple of days to really set in, but— everyone reacts differently. It could be dangerous if anyone's prone to panicking or if they're immobilized when they come to. There is a monitor on the device on your wrist, there. It's the bar on top.
( She'll tip her wrist for him to see her own when he wanders back into the kitchen to pull out dishes; fully green, of course. )
That happens to be the reason I responded to your post on the network, to begin with. Not that you aren't perfectly handsome, of course— but we all have to keep an eye out for each other, here. It's harder for those who have only just arrived, who may not know anyone from home.
( ooc: I tossed you a friend add on plurk, I hope that's ok! I'm a quiet addition, I promise. 😔💕 I adore them so much already! )
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So paradise space planet's got some problems.
[That means making and keeping friends. He's not sure what she means by crystallize. but it doesn't sound good. In fact it sounds like whatever the hell was going on in that port city. He remembered reading about that as he continues to watch her move.]
I really do appreciate it Doc. Doctor Ziegler. Angela. Which do you prefer?
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A few, yes. How is yours looking?
( It means exactly what it sounds like; she certainly speaks of it casually enough to not sound as though a couple weeks of holing up and suddenly you're the next Michelangelo through a kaleidoscope, but that's about the gist of it. Yay! Pasta's done. She'll gesture for him to bring over the dishes— he pulled one out for her too? sweet— and dishes nearly all of it into his plate. She already ate, but she'll accompany him for five or six bites with a modest little bit.
When he reaches for a name, her nose crinkles with her smile as she turns the stove off and hands him his plate, nodding back to his living room. )
Eventually everyone just calls me Angie. I'm not much for titles outside of workplace emergencies where it would be necessary to answer to "doctor". So really, whatever feels comfortable for you.
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[Because - it's so weird to have women have that title and it might be easier to just start with that because Bugs Bunny does and Bugs Bunny is...well.
Accepting the pasta he tries it - and his smile is genuine.]
This is delicious. This has been...just what I needed.
[Pause] Because it's bad enough I turn into a bear, turning into a giant ...diamond is unacceptable.
[He's been 2 different kind of animals. Some kind of crystal is not out of the realm of possibility.]
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( Jesse was the worst offender for that, and sometimes Gabriel, teasing her. But mostly she was just "Angie". Eventually she'll realize there's a 110-year gap between them and the implications that come with that, but for now... he's just a man who's ended up here, same as anyone else, and he likes her pasta.
That's a good enough start, she thinks. Especially since she's only just started learning here, with quite strict (and blind) teachers. (Somehow both of them.) She is Swiss; she has high standards. )
I'm very glad it suits. Anyway, you won't be turning into a giant diamond on my watch; I can assure you that much. If it makes you feel any better, I used to be a deer. I had spots and everything. Now I'm... a canine and sheep mix, best I can figure. I'm sure no one ever imagines needing a brush for their tail.
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Don stares and thinks before he has more pasta.] This is...really really good.
[He smiles and then looks away. Betty's pasta was terrible. She made good ham though, great steak and...
He shoves it down.]
...I've got to look up bears so I don't rip apart my furniture or clothes. I heard people can actually fully become animals and I don't want to wake up looking like a giant rock.
[He stares down at his fork. He's always relied on his looks, and to be a weird scaled snake bear is...a change. He'll adapt. He doesn't have a choice.]
Dog and sheep? Like a sheepdog?
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But the information gets to be a bit much, and he instead turns back to pasta primavera before him, roasted cherry tomatoes and fresh mushrooms and squash in the cream sauce, bell peppers adding color, an unfortunate amount of onion, but who can go wrong? Besides, she's Swiss. Dairy is a must. To the praise, she just grins from beside him and helps herself to a seat on his sofa, one long leg crossing over the other as she gets comfortable and begins to eat, herself. )
I think most people who end up with claws just file them down; it's what I do, anyway. I'd never risk hurting someone. But yes, it's rather rare for anyone to become wholly animal, but not unheard of.
( None of them have much choice. When he asks after her traits, however, she shakes her head with another flash of her teeth in a smile and sets about poking at her device. The projection pops up and she navigates to a Prismagram app, and shows him a photo. )
No, just— fluffier, with a long tail. Sometimes the horns, sometimes regular canid ears. When I first arrived, though— ( She scrolls down through selfies with some friends along the way, and he'll see the occasional glimpse of traits changing. This one's a bit saucy, but it was the early days. Everyone had been documenting changes, and she needed pictures of her spots. ) —Iris. It usually stays quite consistent for me.
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Well it's a lot more then the appearance and it's not the animal stuff (right? right?) but he's smiling to himself.]
It's never not going to be amazing to me that people can take pictures with their phone. They have to be developed in my...on my world.
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If she minded, she wouldn't have taken the picture. )
It's quite something, isn't it? Convenience will always be the way of the future. I prefer to call it "in my when", really. It's a bit easier to swallow, don't you think?