007//Glasses Pushes

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

[Jade had already accepted that normality was a fluid concept in Paradisa. What was normal was based on the day and how the castle... Er.. Felt at the moment. However, there were some things that Jade decided were... not normal. Waking up and trying to fix his bed resulted in the blanket folding itself to look like some sort of origami star. When he gave up on that and went to brush his teeth, his toothpaste looked like peanut butter.

Wishing for actual toothpaste just got an avalanche of toothpaste tubes to come flying from his shower. Escaping the bathroom and slamming the door shut, the mute man stared around his room, wondering just what in the dickens was going to go wrong next. This manifested by Jade going to pick up his journal and leave the room. However, the door was hiding what seemed to be a large brick wall made of... oatmeal?

Poking it revealed that Jade could push through if he didn't mind getting dirty. And thus, Jade Curtiss escaped from a room in a magic castle by shoulder-slamming an oatmeal wall.

However, now Jade was covered in cinnamon-smelling food, which called for rectification. Asking for a towel got... nothing except a small white thread.. So, he reasoned, getting a bit of a shower would help. However, his shower being used as a stockroom for toothpaste, he wished for a bit of water. It'd be all right, he'd clean it up later.

Jade felt what seemed to be vague confusion as a torrential downpour came from the ceiling after it opened up like a mouth (complete with creepy lips).

And didn't stop.

Sorry Gaudium tower, the hallway is now kind of flooded with a few inches of swift-running water like an over-sized water slide. Jade himself is being swept down, trying to grab things to keep himself from being flushed into the stairs. His journal, however, has already made the trip and disappeared to who-knows-where.

Care to help a Colonel still in his pajamas?]

((OOC: Open to all Gaudium Tower residents and whoever decides to come up to the flooded hallway or be bowled over by Jade.))

Comments

[chubbycreampuff]

[ Kirby was just walking around the crazy castle aimlessly, quite distracted by all of the weird happenings and things around, when he suddenly got bowled over by the rush of water. ]

P-Poyo!? [ starts flailing as he ends up in the flow, shocked ]

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

[Oh look! A.... Giant... Piece of... Bubblegum?

Jade chalks this up to castle antics, but nevertheless he finds himself skidding down the stairwell on the water before he grabs the railing. He swings a leg down to try to catch the wad of gum just in case.]

[chubbycreampuff]

[ Kirby notices the leg just in time, his stubby pink hands grabbing hold as he floated by, beaming up at the stranger gratefully. ] Poyo! [ he thanks him ]

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

[It talked at him? Or made noises? Well, he waited a moment and the water finally stopped the torrent, leaving Jade and the pink ball on the stairs. He stared down at it confusedly.

Hello.]

[chubbycreampuff]

[ Kirby let go of the stranger's leg once the water stopped, tilting his head curiously. He has no idea that Jade is mute ] Poyo! [ he greets cheerfully, motioning to himself ] Kaabii.

[squartatore]

[stepping out of her room, the first thing she sees is the journal coming down the stairs...and then she notices the water rushing it.

WHAT.

At least the water level isn't too high. She'll rescue Jade's journal, figuring this out can come later]

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

[Hello, Miss, just passing through.

And by through, it's mostly into your legs since there is a body skidding to a stop behind the journal somewhat forcefully and suddenly.]

[squartatore]

[and this is a very loud, astonished, and 100% unglam shriek. She stumbles back, sliding, and falls to the ground herself.

Clearly, not her finest moment]

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

[It's quite alright, Jade's not exactly in perfect condition either. Now that he's ceased his momentum, however, Jade finally sits up and braces himself with his hands. His hair is wet and pushed everywhere, giving him the impression of a rather skinny, sopping sheepdog. He gives her a look through his hair and pauses.

Then he waves. Amicably, as though it wasn't abnormal.]

[squartatore]

[some days, it is very hard to imagine why anyone would help folks out for no particular reason. Shoving the thought and her rising levels of "whaaat" aside, Sayaka regards him for a long moment]

All in one piece still?

[ectobabble]

[Ray's starting up through Gaudium to try and round up any ghosts that might be in it - when the water starts rushing down the stairwell. gripping the railing for extra help, he trudges up the rest of the way, looking around with a whistle of astonishment]

Holy cow. ... You okay there?

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

[Jade's unable to reply without his journal but he does look akin to a very soggy, skinny sheepdog in pajamas as he too has ahold of the railing to keep from further plummeting downwards.]

[ectobabble]

[he knows that look well - he owns a sheepdog, after all]

Hey, gimme your hand--! [he stretches out his arm]

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

[Jade hears the voice more than sees the person and automatically reaches his hand for it.]

[ectobabble]

[Ray pulls him to steadier ground and looks around, bemused.]

Wow. I guess you won't have to worry about washing the floor up here for a while. Are you okay?

[radiantwingedone]

[ Duke registers the sound of moving water and moving something a little too late, trying to focus on where he was in the lobby and how to either get out of the castle, or return to his room.

He doesn't notice Jade until the other collides with him.

Heap on the floor, maybe? Although whether that "floor" is the normal "floor" of the lobby or not... ]

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

[Jade's only thought before the collision was 'he's not going to like this'

Regardless, he's now sprawled right on top of Duke.

On the ceiling of the lobby. Apparently it was flipped over. Or something. Jade couldn't tell, but words were not supposed to be upside down, normally.

Where was his journal?]

[radiantwingedone]

[ Duke's aware there's something warm and wet on top of him.

Fairly solid too. A moment of blinking uselessly, because that might be some hair there. Is it his or Jade's. ]

... move. [ Before he shoves you. ]

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

[Jade does this after a moment, rolling off and staring dazedly around. That was... a trip. And he still hadn't had breakfast yet. He rubbed his head and looked to Duke, grinning. Well alright, then. Journal, still on the ceiling.

Hm.]

[radiantwingedone]

[ Thank you for not laying on him for much longer. It was a little awkward. ]

... [ But why aren't you saying anything, person who crashed into him. Awkwardly tilting his head in the right direction -

He only knows one person who can't talk. ]

... Jade?

[shipper_on_deck]

[this is why she has boots that come up to her thigh. That and they look awesome.

She steps out of her room and. Wow, this is weird.]

Did we get a boat to go with the waterfall at least?

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

[If Jade counts as a boat, then yes! There is a boat.

Sailing into her knees.]

[shipper_on_deck]

[whoa! And she flails at the unexpected contact with the water, but manages to not break her face as she crashes and...is kind of swept away.]

Andraste's ass!

[bootsweremadeforcasting]

[Oh, hello new boat. However, since Jade's wishing for the water to stop have proved useless (Well now it smells like lavender but really that wasn't what he wanted), he thinks the best way to deal is to at least stop momentum before the two of them find out how much stairs can hurt when being thrown down them.

In a bright flash of light, Jade summons and jams his spear into the ground and reaches out his other hand to grab... something. An arm, a shoulder, a leg; a piece to keep her from being sent all the way down to the Lobby in the worst way.]

[shipper_on_deck]

[she feels him grab her arm, and hey look. Crazy magic of some sort. That works. Grabbing onto him now, and trying to add in some traction of her own.

And assuming they've stopped:]

You know, this is possibly the worst possible way for you to try and meet women.