Open Log: Now with 97% more molting!

[pitticus.livejournal.com]

Characters: Pit, anyone
What: Pit is undergoing extreme *~bodily changes~* like puberty or menstruation and is losing feathers like pocket change in a holy pocket.
Where: Up to you!
When: From Saturday, September 19th to Saturday, September 26.
Warnings: PINFEATHERS. 8C Self-conscious angels? Gdit. Not that he isn't going through perpetual molt already.


Basically, this is just a log where you can bump into Pit. Anywhere, anytime, anyone. Extra emphasis on ANYONE. You can find him in his room, you can meet him on the roof, down the halls, in between classes, in the courtyard, the common room, training at the stadium... anywhere! Just write in a date, time, and location. I will even wedge in a few starting threads to make it easier on those who can't think of a place/situation to interact with him. I should also mention that the further into the week you go, the worse his molt is. But I mean it: any excuse is good! I love tagging you guys, okay? 8C

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September 22nd, Stadium

[thewunderkind]

It was part of her daily routine now. Get up, have breakfast and train at the stadium until her classes began. Usually, she was alone, sometimes a student or two would join her. Today it just happened that Pit was there, along with objects that floated past her once in a while in the wind. She barely paid attention, but when one threatened to get into her hair, she finally grabbed one mid-punch.

A White Feather. Curiously, she peered from her sandbag and saw the fellow student. It almost look like the angel had murdered a bunch of seagulls around him.

"I've heard about fallen angels, but this is ridiculous." She walked towards him. "Are you alright?"

Re: September 22nd, Stadium

[pitticus.livejournal.com]

Pit was a little startled at the question. Then, he felt the heat of embarrassment. He stopped thrashing his own Sandbag, looked down at his feet for a moment, then back up and laughed in embarrassment. "Ah... Yeah! I'm fine." Nevermind the fact that there were a couple dozen feathers strewn about, most of them downy feathers or primary coverts.

"I'm just..." He swallowed. "Molting. That's all." Oh sweet heavens. This really was embarrassing.

Boy’s Bathroom; September 23rd, Around 2:30 PM

[pitticus.livejournal.com]

Pit bore a mopey face as he stared at himself in the mirror, picking at the loose feathers that threatened to fall out and pinching the newly sprouted blood feathers, which stood out along his wingspan like thick, gray needles of a sharp cactus, only blunter. It frustrated him to see his appearance so ragged and unkempt. Soon, it would get worse, and all his feathers would be covered in the ugly gray casings.

Re: Boy’s Bathroom; September 23rd, Around 2:30 PM

[tailsofambition.livejournal.com]

And here came a Tails, who saw Pit and immediately looked worried. "You okay, Pit?"

Saturday (19th) Afternooon.

[twilightprincess]

There were an awful lot of feathers lying around. They weren't all together, but Midna could not help but notice the stray feahter here and there. Eventually she started to pick them up, slowly accumulating more and more of them as she went about her day.

Perhaps if she followed them long enough, she'd find the source~

Re: Saturday (19th) Afternooon.

[pitticus.livejournal.com]

Pit stood outside by a vending machine, browsing the selections and wondering which one suited his tastes at the moment. He thought about getting one for Jeff, too, in case he happened to be thirsty. It might make up a little for messing up their dorm so much with feathers. He really tried to pick them up as frequently as angelically possible. Orange soda looked good, but he decided to think it over again. "Hmm..." he mused quietly.

Roof of Boy's Dorms; September 20th, 9:30 AM

[pitticus.livejournal.com]

The morning breeze caressed his face and played with his hair as he closed his eyes, balled up at the corner of the roof and hugging his bare knees. He wouldn't be able to fly for a short while, and this saddened him. His earlier years had been flightless, but once you gain the ability to cut through the air, losing it is much harder than having never known flight at all.

His thoughts departed from molting and rose to other subjects, like the end of summer, football practice, Angel Land, his friends, why his classes were switched around... when he was alone and doing nothing, he thought a lot.

Re: Roof of Boy's Dorms; September 20th, 9:30 AM

[bonechill.livejournal.com]

The air grew a little colder, and the sound of footsteps approached Pit from behind. Bonechill sat down next to Pit, and looked out in the direction Pit was looking.

"They'll grow back in no time," Bonechill said quietly.

A single feather fell from one of Bonechill's wings and was carried away in the breeze.

September 23rd, Stadium, after FOOTBALLLS

[raced_god]

Max had been right when he said the team was coming together. Now that he was back in his proper place as coach, Falcon could more easily see just who and what he had to work with. Once the playbook was back in his hands, he could get down to business and shape up another championship team. And it had been going well so far.

Except these past three days, they'd left the stadium with the lawn covered in feathers. Falcon knew exactly where they were coming from, but he tried not to say anything. It was probably ridiculously embarrassing, and not something to draw attention to in front of a bunch of other students.

Still, the Captain just wasn't going to let it go, not when there were feathers all over the football field. Besides, he knew Pit was a trooper and would probably keep at practice even if the whole shedding...molting thing caused him discomfort. Falcon wouldn't know, but he wanted to give the kid the option to take a few days off from practice.

Unfortunately, there was no tactful way to begin this conversation, but at least he could catch the student after practice. "Hey, Pit. You have a minute?"

Re: September 23rd, Stadium, after FOOTBALLLS

[pitticus.livejournal.com]

Pit had been wiping himself off with a towel near the benches when the coach called for his attention. Holding the towel over his shoulders, he looked back with inquiring eyes and asked, "Hmm? What is it, Captain?"

September 24th; At the edge of the woods; 6:30 PM

[pitticus.livejournal.com]

It was some time after football practice and Pit was drinking water from a bottle as he took a stroll to cool down, close to the small forest that hung around the school near the lake. He didn't have any true reason for being there; his feet merely carried him. Sometimes, he liked being alone.

Nightfall grew more apparent with the closing rays of the sun, hidden at this point in time. It was a cool evening and he rather enjoyed it. The molting angel took another swig of his water and searched the sky for dawning stars.

Re: September 24th; At the edge of the woods; 6:30 PM

[hawkhearsyou.livejournal.com]

Ulki had been flying around for a while until he noticed the sun going down. At that point, he reminded himself that he should probably head back, even though it was an enjoyable evening. Still, his hawk instincts told him that night was coming, and that was a time for rest.

However, as he began to lower in altitude, he noticed a litter of white feathers leading to a particular angel near his touchdown point. Ulki was unable to decide upon a different location since he was so close to landing, so he did just that. His talons landed on the grassy earth, and as he stumbled forward ever so slightly, his form changed, going from hawk to human.

Since Pit was so... alone out here, Ulki decided that he should probably speak out of courtesy. "...Hello."

SOMEPLACE, SOMETIME god I'm bad at this

[brattykoopa.livejournal.com]

There were feathers everywhere. Everywhere! Wendy might as well have been swimming in them!

Okay, maybe that was a gross exaggeration. But Wendy was the kind of girl to go all the way, especially with complaints. Oh, how she would complain. She would complain to her Daddy, just as soon as she tracked down the culprit, who was at least leaving a nice little trail wherever he went.

So she was tracking the feathers to the source. RUN PIT RUN

Re: SOMEPLACE, SOMETIME god I'm bad at this

[pitticus.livejournal.com]

Pit was in his dormitory at the moment, studying psychology like a goody-goody on his bedspread. No, really, the subject fascinated him, and it was one of those moments when the textbook catches your eye and you can't help but pick it up out of boredom and read through it. Unfortunately, Bowser ruined class last time and made him trip over funky mental images. He was sure that wasn't the proper method of teaching a student psychology. Hmm. Sometimes, this book made no sense. Oh well, there were always pictures and colorful diagrams to help him out.

The door was left open. The feather trail hinted that this was where the culprit lay.

School; Sept. 25

[geometricmagic.livejournal.com]

The airship was a welcome change of environment, where it was perpetually warm unlike the blasted school that sat below. Apparently these people don't take the cold-blooded in mind when adjusting the cooling system. Or perhaps it just Kamek who was sensitive to the change in temperature....and his age would have nothing to do with it, of course not.

When Kamek arrived at the school, he was graciously welcomed by unruly white feathers scattered in his path. Frowning, he lightly kicked at the trail. No doubt some of the brats were responsible for this. Probably the aftermath of some pillow fight. He ignored it and went on his way, expecting the place cleaned up by the next day.

However, they were still there, this time showing up in different places. Again, Kamek refused to let it bother him, taking in precaution to step over the trail and get it nowhere near his shoes. He quietly cursed in irritation.

The next couple days it was almost impossible to avoid running into those stupid feathers anywhere. By stars, if no one cleaned this up he was going to have a word with that forsaken janitor and remind him to do his job.

He didn't notice when they finally started to cling on his shoes, so it wasn't until when Kamek walked into his office and saw them sparsely scattered on the carpet floor did he decide he had enough of this absurdity. He was going to find the culprit and demand an explanation for this.

Shutting the office door behind him, Kamek began to track the feathers to the source.

Re: School; Sept. 25

[pitticus.livejournal.com]

Friday was a nice day, a day before a weekend. He wished he didn't feel so offbeat, but fortunately there was always next Friday to be cheery about.

Wow, he sure was doing a lot of wandering around this week. Pit sat against a tree near the front of campus, taking a break from everyone. He didn't bother to pick up any of these feathers, since for one, he was sick of doing it all the time, and two, the mess spread outside, not indoors where it would bother people. Well, technically it was, and all over the place too, but all Pit could pay attention to right now was the few feathers he could see from here. At this point in time, his molt was at its apex, when all the hideous blood feathers stuck out in straight lines and they were no longer so soft to the touch. He still had some downy feathers to lose and a few more secondaries racked up.

He picked at one of his pin feathers and scowled, rubbing the gray oily covering with his fingernail and chipping it off.

Saturday, Tubba's Room

[theblubbening.livejournal.com]

Tubba had spent many days now just wondering whether he should make more concrete plans with Pit. Nervous as he was, he really couldn't wait to see Pit anymore. It was starting to make him physically uncomfortable. So he sent a quick message to Pit over the school's network.

You still haven't been to my room. Come over now or I'll have to be mad at you!

He sent it, quick and concise as it was, hoping that his threat came off as the joke it was. He still had a long way to go as far as making normal people jokes went, and frankly, he didn't have the experience to tell. Whatever, he could apologize to Pit when the angel got here if he'd taken it badly.

Re: Saturday, Tubba's Room

[pitticus.livejournal.com]

Pit found the message later this morning and smiled at it. Part of him knew he was likely in good humor, but he wondered if Tubba was prone to random bouts of unbridled anger. Noooo, probably not. The fluttery fairy wing feeling in his chest came back and he knew that this would be a good chance to come over. After all, if he didn't comply, Tubba would get mad at him!

He left his room and ventured the four doors-long distance to the dorm that Tubba and the other Jeff shared. He remembered his wing problem and grew a little more ill at ease, then knocked quietly. He didn't mind feathers too much... did he?

September 23(Midday), Courtyard

[ihasaluma.livejournal.com]

Rosalina was sitting on one of the benches in the courtyard, not at all looking at the fall scenery before her. She is thinking you see, long and hard. There's so much on her mind that's troubling her: her future, the Lumas, and her place in the world.

Even though the conversation with Shinon at the Royal Ball happened nearly two months ago, it struck her in ways she haven't experienced before. Whether it's intentional or not, the mercenary's words left her questioning everything she believed in, wondering if her cause in finding the Lumas' mother's worth it in the end. She doesn't know for sure, but has a feeling on what she should or will do that would change her life forever. But the time isn't right yet. it's coming though, sooner than one may think.

Little did she realize that a stream of feathers are floating past her field of vision, being carried by the wind.

Re: September 23(Midday), Courtyard

[pitticus.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that's a good indicator that a molting angel was drawing near. He took notice of the planetary science teacher and a soft smile graced his lips. She always looked so majestic... She struck him as a mysterious entity. He decided to say hello, hoping not to startle her.

"Miss Rosalina," he called in a singsong as he approached the bench.

IN A CLASS; September 21st

[mister-nintendo.livejournal.com]

Whelp, it was the first day of school for the week, and Mario was keeping his head in the books in class. He was in the desk, right behind Pit. However, his studies was interrupted when he seen Pit's feather's fall off his wings and onto the floor. He didn't think much of it, or at least tried not to. It was kinda awkward, but Pit had wings and it was natural to molt. Besides Mario didn't want to make him feel more uncomfortable than he probably already was.

However, a gentle breeze from the window sends a few feathers dancing in the air, before finally falling over to Mario. One happens to land on his nose which tickles it. "Ah...ah...CHOOO!" he sneezes, and runs an index finger back and forth across his nose. "Excuse me." he says politely before getting back to his work. However, another breeze comes in and the same exact thing happens. And it's those feathers that don't go away when you sneeze. They just float in the air and magically come back down. He was starting to get a small collection of feathers on his desk.

Re: IN A CLASS; September 21st

[pitticus.livejournal.com]

Pit detects Mario's respiratory discomfort fairly soon after the first series of sneezes. This causes him to turn around and look at Mario, but in an awkward sense he wishes he hadn't because it was so shameful to see poor Mario subjected to deal with his molting problem. "Ah! Sorry, Mario! Sorry!" he apologizes fervently. With a quick sweeping motion of his arm, the feathers float off the desk- except for the stubborn ones that refused to comply and drifted down to meet the surface again, as well as Mario's face.

September 21st, to his kitcheny classroom after class

[king-of-bugs.livejournal.com]

Louie was making his way over to back to the kitchen, or rather, his classroom. He was thrilled to be back to work in his rightful job again. Military Protocol was just one difficult thing to handle, and needless to say, he didn't know how in the world Surge did it. Then again, Surge seemed to be a military man, so that would probably explain it. It probably came to him like cooking came to Louie. They were both probably just used to their own jobs in the same way.

He wasn't going back to his classroom for fun now, though. He was going in there for food. He was certainly very hungry. Would he bump into anyone on the way? Probably, if those white feathers on the floor were any kind of indication.

Re: September 21st, to his kitcheny classroom after class

[pitticus.livejournal.com]

Close to the kitchen, Pit and Louie crossed paths. The winged boy ascended into higher spirits as he saw one of his favorite teachers. "Hi, Louie!" He stopped walking to greet the blond dolt Hocotatian (turned... human?).

Track field, before foozeball practice, Thursday afternoon.

[monotreme-101.livejournal.com]

Feathers of white covered the track field. Also, feathers of black, red, brown and saffron.

Oh yes, Pit, you aren't the only one losing your summer set of feathers.

Harley the very large, somewhat agitated spiderbird flew around in an ungainly manner while Knuckles ran his usual five hundred warm up laps of the track field before practice. Harley, being predisposed to flying over Knuckles, seemed completely oblivious to the annoyance he was causing his caregiver as multicolored feathers fell about the Echidna like rain - from teeny tiny downy ones to the occasional large pinion that was a definite stabbing hazard in the wrong hands.

Knuckles happened to see tha Angel and gave him a wave. See, Pit? No matter how bad you're molting, remember there's always someone worse off than you.

Re: Track field, before foozeball practice, Thursday afternoon.

[pitticus.livejournal.com]

Pit was more focused on this terrible bird creature patrolling the skies. He had no idea what to make of it. The bird with multiple legs and curious pincers left him trembling ever so slightly and gaping in awe, the only indication of his shakiness being in the additional loss of feathers. This atrocious monster was colossal enough to be a dungeon guardian capable of killing strong warriors. He wondered why Knuckles wasn't doing anything about it and it was horribly confusing. Pit hardly managed a simple lift of his hand- a sad excuse for a wave as he eyeballed Harley.

Sept. 24th, BE-8

[princeangel.livejournal.com]

Jeff had noticed the mysterious appearance of the feathers in their room earlier that week. The first few days, they had been a negligible presence. But by the middle of the week, it was starting to turn into an infestation.

His first guess was that one of his down pillows had exploded. Considering Pit was friends with that Lash girl, it was entirely possible. Except for the fact that both of his pillows were still safe and sound on his bed.

That meant the mess came from his roommate. Who had wings. With feathers. Of course that brought up the new question about why the angel was shedding. No, 'shedding' wasn't the right word. It was almost as if he was molting, like most birds do.

Regardless of the reason, Pit was doing a horrible job attempting to clean up after himself. The blond would have to have some stern words with the other boy. So he sat at his desk, trying his best to ignore the feathers that were strewn around while waiting for Pit to return to their room.

Re: Sept. 24th, BE-8

[pitticus.livejournal.com]

Pit returned shortly, his face pulled into a thin line of tentative anxiety. He didn't desire to be seen like this- his molt had gone through a pretty bad stage and now his wings were wiry as sin and the waxy coverings of his pin feathers flaking due to his picking at them, as it was. He closed the door behind him quietly and attempted a grin Jeff's direction.

Delivery Store, Sept. 25, Afternoon.

[mailcalltime.livejournal.com]

Parakarry had just wrapped up his morning deliveries when he landed on the roof of Paretta's Parcel Pickup.

He looked down and to his surprise he found white downy feathers under his feet.

Was he molting already? It couldn't be! Parakarry was sure that he still had a couple of weeks until molting season kicked in for him.

Ribbon, his pet Kargarok sound asleep. The feathers couldn't of belonged to her, they were a different color altogether. He couldn't figure it out.

It was at that moment another feather landed on the top of his head.

Re: Delivery Store, Sept. 25, Afternoon.

[pitticus.livejournal.com]

((I have no idea where this would be but hummm work with me here haha))

No, but there was a Pit in the general vicinity. He too had ivory wings stemming from his shoulderblades and fortunately for you, Parakarry, you're not molting like he is. Yet.

He seemed to be staring at the full feathers of Parakarry's appendages with a sad sort of envy.

Dormitory common room; September 20th, late evening

[pitticus.livejournal.com]

Pit had grown bored in his room and located himself in front of the TV. He was playing Giana Tanks (a horrible corruption of Mario Kart to avoid meta-ing), only all by himself. It WOULD be more fun if other people would play with him. He should have asked Jeff, but the grouch had an 80% chance of saying no, most likely.

About the feathers in the room? Perhaps Pit has been here for a while before deciding to play games. Sorry about your difficult never-ending job, Sir Janitor Raiden.

Re: Dormitory common room; September 20th, late evening

[thewunderkind]

"Giana Tanks? I haven't played that one since a few months!" Lash stood behind him, lounging on a nearby couch, her pile of homework finally finished.

About the paper airplanes in the room? Yeah Lash totally did that on purpose before getting bored and deciding to play a game as well. Sorry about your difficult never-ending job, best-friend Raiden.

September 20th, just before noon

[warpstar-rider.livejournal.com]

Kirby was wandering around at the cafeteria, hoping Nancy wasn't in so he could get something to eat. Ever since the kitchen incident with a group of people, the bear wasn't up for letting the pink ball into the cafeteria whenever there were cakes.

"Poyoooo... Mister Bear isn't here poyo, I wonder if there's food poyoyo."

Re: September 20th, just before noon

[pitticus.livejournal.com]

Chance happened to allow Pit to come across the miniature star warrior in his frantic search for eats. Upon entering the cafeteria, the angel lit up instantly. Kirby always managed to make him happy.

"Kirby! Whatcha' doing?" he greeted with a pleasant tone of voice.