OOC: Availability-Whatsis
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godgavemecable
RIGHT. So this was supposed to be posted between planes yesterday, along with threads turning characters into animals or finishing up doing so. That didn't happen because travel never works like that, of course. Anyway, I'm in San Diego, surrounded by Mandys and soon to be in the company of pretty much half the game. In the meantime:

nomelancholy is a lion cub in the care of myownface and/or 3girls_1core.
shagthis is a Newfoundland puppy who followed allie_vamp home.
toteshammered is a Thorgi corgi being watched over by abitlowkey.
godgavemecable is around-but-quiet (for now), as is faithandscience. There may or may not be pinging in to classes and/or posting as time permits.

INFOPOOOOOOOST: Needs Moar Gifs
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godgavemecable
No newbies, and fewer gifs than I would have liked, but oh well, what can you do?

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INFOPOST: NEARLY GIF-LESS EDITION
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godgavemecable
No newbies, and no GIFS except for in the about-me section. Because nobody gifs Canadians. Except for that gif.

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Outside Room 527, Tuesday Evening
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godgavemecable
The thing about cats was that while they could definitely be very affectionate and friendly when it suited them, occasionally they required some alone-time. Apparently this applied even to humans-turned-cats, which is why after spending nearly a solid week under Kenzi's watchful eye, Toby the kitten had decided to slink off on his own for a bit.

Eventually he found his way to his dorm room, where he ran in to a particular problem: namely, that he didn't actually have thumbs with which to open the door. Fandom being Fandom, the island decided to take care of this in the most efficient way possible: by choosing that moment to turn him back.

Which is why there was a very embarassed, very naked Toby scrambling to find something to cover himself with, while knocking on the door and hoping Jace was in. If not, he was gonna have to track something down to pick the lock with. While naked. As you do.

[ooc: open for the roommate or for anyone who might be passing by.]

Room 201/Hallway Outside Said Room, Saturday Morning
listening to your brain
godgavemecable
Okay, waking up in a body that didn't feel quite like his own was... still weird, but Toby'd progressed to a point where he understood that sometimes things like that just happened.

So he wasn't too freaked out- until he found a mirror and figured out this wasn't just another case of himself-but-another-shape. He was well and truly someone freaking else.

Which meant that someone else quite possibly was in his body. Telepathy and all.

"Oh, crap," he muttered, throwing on some clothes and heading out the door. It was then that he noticed the numbers on the door. Second floor? Huh. Kenzi's floor. Crap. He should probably- find Kenzi, too. Before she ran in to Scully-as-him, or something. Damnit. Trying to track people down without telepathy to help out was downright annoying.

[ooc: oooopen.]

Room 527, Saturday Morning
listening to your brain
godgavemecable
Much like a certain someone a couple floors down, this morning Toby was faced with a wakeup call he couldn't exactly ignore.

There was a lot of confused panic swirling around the dorms... along with more thoughts about boobs than usual. Huh.

In any case, Toby was braced for something weird as he got up. The first thing he noticed was that he didn't have hooves. That was a good sign. The second was that- were his hands smaller?

When he finally got to a mirror, he could understand why. "...Seriously?"

Baltimore, Sunday Evening
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godgavemecable
With steady income and a roof over his head, Toby hadn't really seen the need to keep certain skills all that sharp. His girlfriend, of course, had rather different opinions on the matter, and somehow- Toby wasn't sure exactly how she'd managed it, something about the particular way she'd smiled at him as she'd made her argument- she'd managed to convince him that maybe it wouldn't be a terrible idea to dupe a few unsuspecting suckers out of some money.

He'd at least managed to negotiate that they'd engage in this particular exercise off-island (there were enough people with abilities similar to his that the possibility of being caught was something he didn't want to chance) and after dinner and a movie. Sure, he'd actually left Toronto a couple weeks before the very first Assignment: Improbable had premiered, but that hadn't stopped him from wanting to see the most recent installment.

"That was pretty good, don't you think?" Lots of stuff blowing up, anyway.

[ooc: for that sneaky girl!]

Infopost? DON'T MIND IF I DO
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godgavemecable
Still don't have any newbies, but a couple of things have changed for some of my kids so here, have some info.

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OOC: Availability Snow-Shuffle.
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godgavemecable
Soooo my student-teaching placement starts today. What this means for my daytime availability is that it is likely to be nonexistent on weekdays for the next five weeks. Still around evenings/weekends, but days will be spent warping young minds. What this means for my sanity is something else entirely, of course. /o\

Fifth Floor Hallway [Just outside room 527, Saturday Evening]
listening to your brain
godgavemecable
Toby had had a long, long day. He'd met lots and lots of new people and they'd all been- well, mostly been very nice (Peter, hmph), but the voices had been getting steadily louder and louder as time went on. Until all he wanted to do was just make it stop. He didn't even make it all the way back to his room until he slid down to the floor, hands over his ears in a futile effort to block it all out.

[ooc: can be open, suuuure.

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