Tenth Gate

[forsometimenow]

Filtered to friends of Jennifer Keller

[The following is written in big, sloppy letters- almost as though a small animal with claws was writing it.]

AM TURTLE

HELP

-JENNIFER

[Because she's having to write by dipping her little turtle foot into a pot of ink she wished up.]

[OOC note: Time to do what I've been threatening to do since I joined the game- to celebrate Jennifer being here for 6 months, she is now on a temporary loss as an adorable box turtle. :'D She will be changing back in time for the Valentine's event, however.

If you're not sure whether you'd be in the filter, ping me and I'd be happy to say yay or nay.]

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[kungfuwitch]

[She just stares at this for a moment.

Well, shit. She goes to the Dead Zone and comes back to one of her friends as a turtle. This is great.]

What room are you in?

[forsometimenow]

507

[kungfuwitch]

I'll be there in a few minutes, okay? Just... uh... well asking you to sit tight is kind of ridiculous at this point, isn't it... [sigh]

yeah. I'll be right there. [She shuts the journal and heads out to her room, knocking once before trying the door to see if it's unlocked.]

[forsometimenow]

[At the sound of knocking, Blue begins to bark, startling Jennifer and making her knock over the pot of ink she'd been attempting to write with. Oops. But Phoebe will find the door unlocked, and Blue coming to meet her once he recognizes her.]

[kungfuwitch]

[Phoebe puts her hand down to let Blue sniff before giving him some scratches behind the ear to stop his barking]

Hey, Blue. Where's Jennifer, huh?

[She looks around for a moment before spotting the turtle. Her eyes widen and she walks over]

Oh. Oh man. Hi.

[forsometimenow]

[Blue gives an agreeable woof, then follows her to where the little turtle lay, tilting his head in confusion. After all, it smells like Jennifer but clearly isn't her.

Jennifer, meanwhile, stops her attempts at writing and looks back up at Phoebe helplessly.]

[kungfuwitch]

[Phoebe crosses the room and crouches to get to eye level with the poor turtle]

Oh no. Turning into an animal is one thing. but a turtle? That's just cruel.

[She winces]

are you hungry? I could get you some lettuce or something.

[theabjectauthor]

Oh! Jennifer!

[he's flipping frantically through his commonplace notebook, trying to find the floor map he copied off CastleNet one of the times Jane was kind enough to let him borrow her laptop]

I'll be there as soon as I can!

[forsometimenow]

:)

/casually jacks in here.

[atadiscoverer]

[And Carson doesn't bother to respond, heading straight to Jennifer's room.

He remembers when he had to spend a few weeks as a Totodile. This wasn't good.

When Lemony appears, he'll see one Scottish gentleman in a white labcoat knocking on the door.]

Jennifer? It's Carson. I... I'm coming in, okay?

[She might be a bloody turtle, but Carson's nothing if polite.]

we're all friends here

[theabjectauthor]

[Lemony steps up behind him] Sir? May I come in with you? I'm a friend of hers, and ... well.

I'd like to make sure she's well.

[forsometimenow]

[There's some barking in response, before Blue catches Carson's familiar scent and goes to meet him, wagging his tail. There's spilt ink all over the floor of Jennifer's room, including the clothing that had been left in a pile when she'd suddenly transformed.]

[atadiscoverer]

[Carson looks back to Lemony and nods.]

Aye. Of course.

[And, with that, he's opening the door to the room and eyeing the mess.]

[mal_addict]

...Well, that's new.

How big of a turtle are we talking about here?

You know what, you probably can't answer so I'll come see for myself.

[forsometimenow]

[There's a smear of ink across the page in response. Also, the loud sniffing of a dog. Oops, looks like Blue has come over to investigate.]

[mal_addict]

[Oh that could be bad. She'll be heading on over, just in case Jennifer gets eaten or something ]

[forsometimenow]

[Jennifer will be thankful once she can speak again! Blue's not going to hurt her, thankfully.]

[mal_addict]

[And when Mal gets to the door she stops because oh yeah, no invite]

...This would be a really good time to...you know, be able to speak and invite me in.

[forsometimenow]

[The door is open a crack, but alas, all Mal will see when she peers in is a curious sheepdog wagging his tail at her and a turtle in a pile of ink-stained clothing.]

[shenunigans]

dont worry sis we all have our slow days
[Then he remembers rose telling him she was a cat for a while and it all becomes more serious.]
where are you

[forsometimenow]

507

[shenunigans]

i gotta see this
ill be there

[Eventually, he is there. He wants to see if she's actually a turtle or if she's trolling everyone. He knocks on the door before opening it a tiny bit, peering in.]

Helloooo? Someone order turtle soup?

[forsometimenow]

[Hi, Dave. Have a grinning sheepdog peering at you through the door. Blue is used to the visitors by now, so he simply gives an agreeable woof, then pads over to where a turtle shell lay on the floor. Jennifer is tightly withdrawn inside. There's also ink all over the place, most of it surrounding her journal which still lay open near her, and a pile of clothing on the floor.]

[shenunigans]

[The dog doesn't bother Dave much. He's actually pretty fond of dogs. It's cats that you need to side eye, they're always up to something. He gives Blue a light pat on the end, not letting his hand linger long before he follows him to the turtle.

Welp. Looks like it wasn't a joke.

He crouches down, tilting his head in an attempt to look into the shell.]

Wake up, bro. The rabbits gonna win the race if you don't get it together.

[forsometimenow]

[Blue wags his tail in response, sniffing Dave curiously before deciding that he had to be alright, and wasn't here to hurt the strange turtle that was possibly Jennifer- it smelled like her, anyway.

Jennifer pokes her head out of the shell, opening and closing her mouth several times. No sound comes out, but if she could speak, it would be a sarcastic "Ha, ha, ha."]