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It would seem that, in the midst of all the unpleasantries, that my... girlfriend has somehow been transformed into a lemur, of all things.

... Someone please tell me that this condition is not permanent?

Please?


[OOC - Sorry, Paradisa, but that cat with hands plotty thing totally creeped me out and I am SO glad it's over...! D:]
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[Morning routines had gone reasonably well, considering there was a first time for... everything. But now it was time to get down to business, and it was important. Kitt picked up the journal, eyeing it dubiously before flipping it open and beginning to speak]

I suppose this thing is working. [He clears his throat] So. Yes. I have a question. Perhaps several.

How, exactly, do you humans cope with sleeping? What a horrifying experience. Absolutely awful. The loss of environmental awareness, the exposure and vulnerability of being offlined - and you do this on a daily basis! Voluntarily, sometimes! And I'm led to believe that some of you might actually enjoy such a thing? I can scarcely believe it. It may be necessary, but that doesn't mean I have to like it.

[A pause, and the sound of pacing]

While I have your attention, can anyone tell me how to get out of here and get back home? Any suggestions would be helpful. This experiment has gone on for long enough, and I'm quite ready to return to my normal form now.

[audio]

Aug. 17th, 2012 06:35 pm
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[The sound of fabric brushing over fabric can be heard, since the book is lying open in the room, picking up the ambient sounds. And the not-so-ambient sounds, as the person making them decides to start talking aloud, unaware of the fact he may have an audience]

Michael? Bonnie? [His own voice sounds sleepy, something that definitely gets his attention]

Michael? Bonnie? [And now it just sounds worried, because something is very definitely wrong here] What's going on? What in the world...? [More sounds of fabric rustling, as the realization kicks in that he's lying down in a bed. With legs. And arms. And hands. And a HEAD. Complete with a headache. He thinks?]

I don't. I don't. I don't understand. What is going on here? Michael! Bonnie! Anybody?

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