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recolle2017-10-02 05:35 pm
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WHO: Mary Yaoyorozu and You.
WHERE: Recolle High
WHEN: 10/2
WHAT: Mary's Quirk has just begun manifesting, and she cannot control it yet.
WARNINGS: Possible language and the potential for body horror as Mary's body starts sprouting small objects.
I. Hunger Pains (10/2)
It begins just like any other ordinary day for Mary, getting up, driving to school and going to class. Nothing really strange, until she gets to the cafeteria, and a stab of hunger hits her in the belly like a knife. At first it doesn't seem all that weird, she hadn't eaten much for breakfast, but when she starts loading up her plate from the line she takes one look at the food and realizes it's not enough. So, grabbing a second helping. And a third, and only a question from the lunch lady ("How many are you feeding?") stops her from ordering a fourth. Perhaps you catch this, perhaps not. What's even stranger is in her hurry she seems to have forgotten her silverware.
When she finally makes her way to a lunch table, her tray is absolutely covered with food. And she's avoiding looking at anyone as she heads to a back table and starts eating. And eating. This is definitely not normal behavior, given that Mary eats like a bird most of the time, and she always tries to socialize. Particularly observant types may note that she definitely has a knife and fork now, too.
And, she's not exactly paying attention, hunched over her tray, if you feel like taking that empty spot beside her.
II. Matryoshkas (10/2)
The day continues just as strangely, with odd flashes of hunger hitting throughout the day. It's enough that Mary decides to skip swim practice and head straight out home, making her way carefully through the hall. Clutching her stomach as she does so, she stops every few steps as a hollow -thock- sound echoes behind her. And every time, she stoops to pick up a matroshka doll with a puzzled expression. Shoving it in her backpack she frowns, the bag bursting with the little toys.
"Where are these coming from?"
And then walking on...-thock-...
When she finally reaches the doors, she's run out of space in the backpack and she's just walking out carrying an armful of the dolls, frowning as she makes her way towards a trash can. Dropping them in, she turns and looks for more.
"Who's throwing these at me? It's getting a little weird!"
III. Schoolyard Trouble
Heading across the school yard towards the parking lot, Mary begins to get a sense that there's something very, very wrong. Not only does she feel hungry again, famished in fact, she's beginning to feel very faint. Her head swims, her legs feel weak and wobbly, and she's noticing that the sound that'd followed her is growing more frequent. Turning, she goggles at a trail of little objects in the grass behind her. More of those dolls, spoons, forks, a couple of wooden hair clips, and even a plate. All things she'd been thinking about in the walk over this way, despite the seemingly random nature of the objects. Backing away, awkwardly, she stumbles over as the heel of her rather tall boot catches a rock and she falls flat on her backside.
Stupid boots! If only I was wearing my tennis shoes!
And with that errant thought, a pair of sneakers simply pops out of her calf with a little flash of rainbow light.
Which, of course, makes her scream.
IV. At Home (Closed to Matt Murdock)
Mary isn't sure how she got home, not really, but she's certainly not bothered to hide that she's there, or clean up after herself. All the lights are on, and there's a trail of small odds and ends on the floor, little piles of dolls and pencils and glass bottles and other assorted doodads that all lead towards the kitchen. The smell of fried chicken is also fairly strong, an enormous bucket of the Colonel's finest filling the air with the aroma of 11 herbs and spices.
Mary herself is seated there, staring down at a pile of chicken, strongly scented collard greens, and steaming mashed potatoes. Soft, almost imperceptible sniffles are the only indication she's been crying, but when she hears someone come in, she looks up with a wild, panicked expression...
"I...I can explain everything!"
[OOC: I will match Brackets or Prose, based on your preference. If you want to plot something not listed, hit me up on plurk at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
intercession
WHERE: Recolle High
WHEN: 10/2
WHAT: Mary's Quirk has just begun manifesting, and she cannot control it yet.
WARNINGS: Possible language and the potential for body horror as Mary's body starts sprouting small objects.
I. Hunger Pains (10/2)
It begins just like any other ordinary day for Mary, getting up, driving to school and going to class. Nothing really strange, until she gets to the cafeteria, and a stab of hunger hits her in the belly like a knife. At first it doesn't seem all that weird, she hadn't eaten much for breakfast, but when she starts loading up her plate from the line she takes one look at the food and realizes it's not enough. So, grabbing a second helping. And a third, and only a question from the lunch lady ("How many are you feeding?") stops her from ordering a fourth. Perhaps you catch this, perhaps not. What's even stranger is in her hurry she seems to have forgotten her silverware.
When she finally makes her way to a lunch table, her tray is absolutely covered with food. And she's avoiding looking at anyone as she heads to a back table and starts eating. And eating. This is definitely not normal behavior, given that Mary eats like a bird most of the time, and she always tries to socialize. Particularly observant types may note that she definitely has a knife and fork now, too.
And, she's not exactly paying attention, hunched over her tray, if you feel like taking that empty spot beside her.
II. Matryoshkas (10/2)
The day continues just as strangely, with odd flashes of hunger hitting throughout the day. It's enough that Mary decides to skip swim practice and head straight out home, making her way carefully through the hall. Clutching her stomach as she does so, she stops every few steps as a hollow -thock- sound echoes behind her. And every time, she stoops to pick up a matroshka doll with a puzzled expression. Shoving it in her backpack she frowns, the bag bursting with the little toys.
"Where are these coming from?"
And then walking on...-thock-...
When she finally reaches the doors, she's run out of space in the backpack and she's just walking out carrying an armful of the dolls, frowning as she makes her way towards a trash can. Dropping them in, she turns and looks for more.
"Who's throwing these at me? It's getting a little weird!"
III. Schoolyard Trouble
Heading across the school yard towards the parking lot, Mary begins to get a sense that there's something very, very wrong. Not only does she feel hungry again, famished in fact, she's beginning to feel very faint. Her head swims, her legs feel weak and wobbly, and she's noticing that the sound that'd followed her is growing more frequent. Turning, she goggles at a trail of little objects in the grass behind her. More of those dolls, spoons, forks, a couple of wooden hair clips, and even a plate. All things she'd been thinking about in the walk over this way, despite the seemingly random nature of the objects. Backing away, awkwardly, she stumbles over as the heel of her rather tall boot catches a rock and she falls flat on her backside.
Stupid boots! If only I was wearing my tennis shoes!
And with that errant thought, a pair of sneakers simply pops out of her calf with a little flash of rainbow light.
Which, of course, makes her scream.
IV. At Home (Closed to Matt Murdock)
Mary isn't sure how she got home, not really, but she's certainly not bothered to hide that she's there, or clean up after herself. All the lights are on, and there's a trail of small odds and ends on the floor, little piles of dolls and pencils and glass bottles and other assorted doodads that all lead towards the kitchen. The smell of fried chicken is also fairly strong, an enormous bucket of the Colonel's finest filling the air with the aroma of 11 herbs and spices.
Mary herself is seated there, staring down at a pile of chicken, strongly scented collard greens, and steaming mashed potatoes. Soft, almost imperceptible sniffles are the only indication she's been crying, but when she hears someone come in, she looks up with a wild, panicked expression...
"I...I can explain everything!"
[OOC: I will match Brackets or Prose, based on your preference. If you want to plot something not listed, hit me up on plurk at
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Pulling free, she goes back to sit, putting some chicken on a plate and pushing it over to him.
"I apparently make things. They just sprout out of me. I don't know how or why, but if I think about something that I want, and I know a little of what it does and what it looks like, I can make it. I haven't tested the limits today, not too much, but I definitely made a bunch of those dolls by accident. And some shoes, and basically everything on the floor."
Her stomach gurgles, and she reaches for more food in that bucket.
"And I get really, really hungry. I've been starving all day."
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"Eat as much as you need to. If the chicken isn't enough we can order some delivery." Basic needs first, other worries second. "I'm sure there's a way to control this power. Perhaps the answer is already somewhere inside you. I asked about how others were learning to fight from the memories and I was told a big part of it is instinctual. Like muscle memory."
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"I'm learning with practice. I know I will. But...I know it's also weird. And you should know what you're dealing with, with me. I have no idea what all is going on or how...but at least we won't lack for clean dishes."
A bad joke...but hey.
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He actually laughs at her joke and smiles at her. "Good to know you'll always have utensils when you need to eat something." His sense of humor is equally bad. Maybe it runs in the family.
"Mary, this is... amazing."
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"I'm glad you think so. It...still freaks me out a little though. I mean..."
She waves her hand and there's a clatter, and out of her arm rolls another one of those dolls.
"The dolls are weird."
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"Maybe they're the default setting for this power?" He's half joking when he makes the suggestion. Unless she remembers something who can say?
"Are all these object permanent or do they exist only temporarily?" Before he starts clearing shelf and cabinet space he needs to be sure.
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"they're permanent, as far as I can tell. They seem real as any other, anyway. Maybe we should check on them in a few days and see if anything's changed, but somehow I doubt it."
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You know, the enormous bucket of the Colonel's finest.