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revoltndevelopment) wrote2012-10-04 07:43 pm
revoltndevelopment) wrote2012-10-04 07:43 pm
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Issue # 001 - SUDDENLY! A Wild Thing Appears! [Action]
Falling dreams are normal. You lock up with a start in your bed whenever you hit the ground, blink up at the ceiling before rolling over and going back to bed. Or you wake up mid fall, hit the carpet, groan, then climb back in to fall asleep again. Or try to. They're universal. If you can fall or fly or know of the concept- you can have a falling dream.
Ben Grimm has flying dreams, most often. Not the ones where you sail along in the middle of nowhere in nothing but your pajamas- flight dreams of controls and cockpits and the thrill of the test. Pushing a carefully crafted machine to the limit and then some. Twisting mid air and hitting the highest peak before plummeting down with all the weight of gravity wrapping around his gut and giving it a solid yank. That's his kind of falling dream.
Normally when he has them, he wakes up when he hits the ground.
Waking up mid fall is odd.
Waking up literally mid-air?
A revolt'n development.
He can't see or hear past the rush of wind, can't really get a good look at the ground beyond an impression of trees, houses, water way out over to the side. No sign of Reed, Sue, or Johnny. Nowhere soft to land either.
"Aw $%#@%!"
The landing's rough. He's had rougher, but he thinks he skips a few times. Barrels through a few trees. Clips a building, glances off a roof somewhere. Lands in...he has no idea. But the wall shears open like tissue paper and he finally rumbles to a stop, swearing in a low, gravely voice.
"...hate when that happens."
[ooc: Break time if you like, Ben can land anywhere and everywhere- in your home, in front of your place of business, in the fountain. Find him wherever you want! Break time!]
Ben Grimm has flying dreams, most often. Not the ones where you sail along in the middle of nowhere in nothing but your pajamas- flight dreams of controls and cockpits and the thrill of the test. Pushing a carefully crafted machine to the limit and then some. Twisting mid air and hitting the highest peak before plummeting down with all the weight of gravity wrapping around his gut and giving it a solid yank. That's his kind of falling dream.
Normally when he has them, he wakes up when he hits the ground.
Waking up mid fall is odd.
Waking up literally mid-air?
A revolt'n development.
He can't see or hear past the rush of wind, can't really get a good look at the ground beyond an impression of trees, houses, water way out over to the side. No sign of Reed, Sue, or Johnny. Nowhere soft to land either.
"Aw $%#@%!"
The landing's rough. He's had rougher, but he thinks he skips a few times. Barrels through a few trees. Clips a building, glances off a roof somewhere. Lands in...he has no idea. But the wall shears open like tissue paper and he finally rumbles to a stop, swearing in a low, gravely voice.
"...hate when that happens."
[ooc: Break time if you like, Ben can land anywhere and everywhere- in your home, in front of your place of business, in the fountain. Find him wherever you want! Break time!]
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[He shrugs and starts off in that direction, steps thudding against the pavement.]
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Will do!
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[Action] /always thought the fountain was further away than it actually is...
And here we are!
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Noth'ns ever sized right.
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Sounds like we have very similar problems except in the opposite sense. If you know what size you take, I could try and find something for you?
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[Once inside he stands up straight, eyeing the ceiling. Not too short. Good.]
Depends on th'brand. Most of the time? XXXL.
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[She'll nod at that with a knowing smile.]
Hrmmm... lesse... pants are over here...
[She'll take a few moments to go digging through the piles to find pants for Ben and dry pants for herself. Overalls for a petite girl are no problem but after much digging, Selphie produces a pair of pants that might do the trick. She holds them up for Ben to see.]
How about these?
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[It takes some digging but he does, in fact, find his uniform pants. And his coat. Unstable molecules, not good for fiddl'n around with. He finds a changing room and swaps out the mess of his pants for something far more familiar.]
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[Selphie finds an oversized t-shirt quickly enough and scampers off into a changing room. By the time Ben's done changing, Selphie's finished up as well. She'll look at the outfit curiously, half tempted to poke at the fabric to see what would happen. Instead, she'll give a low whistle.]
Definitely better than New Feather clothes.
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[He shrugs and flips through a few more racks, surprised to find some of his other clothes waiting for him.]
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[Selphie is impressed.]
They sound super smart. They could've made science fun from the sound of it.
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Please tell me he translates when asked. [Selphie doesn't speak multiple science degrees jargon.]
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Now then! Didja have any questions about this or whatever? I can try to answer them.
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