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smash_logs2014-07-09 01:14 pm
flamejock) wrote in smash_logs2014-07-09 01:14 pm
A Youthful Return! I am but a Pup, Yearning for his Dam: O, Shelter Me in your Motherly Bosom!
Who: Jock, Blue
What: Jock is babby
Where: Dorms
When: 3am
Warnings: Jock is babby
Jock awoke in the middle of the night, feeling strange and out-of-sorts. Why was he in this bed? What bed was this? It smelled like a good bed, but he didn't sleep in beds, not usually. He was usually just outside! Outside and sleeping on the ground! Not inside and in good-smelling beds.
The bed smelled like him, only moreso. Like, super-Jock smelling. It was hard to describe. But it smelled good, like... Jock. But more Jock than Jock.
"Mama?" he asked to the darkness.
That's when he noticed another smell -- the smell of a man he didn't recognize. Who was this strangely-smelling man? Why was he in a room with a weird-smell guy? Ugh, it smelled like old paper got married to an ink bottle. (The open copy of A Treatise on Unguents. Proclaimed Indispensable by Alchemist, Chirurgeon, and Sorcerer Alike: Containing a Distinct Classification of Uses both Benign and Malignant. Building and Expanding Upon Marius's Unguento Taxinomia, Including Dozens of the Most Recently Discovered Salves, Ointments, Embrocations, Liniments and Emollients heretofore Undiscussed by Critical or Popular Publication. Illustrated Lavishly with Engravings and Several Hand-Tinted Plates. Published with the Highest Accuracy of Information in the IVth Year of the Reign of Exalt Emmeryn in the City of Ylisstol was likely adding to this effect.)
He didn't like it. It was awful. He needed to get out and get to his mama right away. He stumbled out of bed and flopped to the ground and realized, suddenly, that he had people hands instead of paws. Oh no. Oh no, what happened. Why was he a people? Why was he wearing these far-too-large-for-him-pajama pants? Where was all of his beautiful fur? Why wasn't he wearing a shirt if he didn't have his beautiful fur? It was so cold without his beautiful fur.
He grabbed a sheet off of the bed and wrapped it over his shoulders. It at least smelled right. He then, on wobbly people feet (how do people walk like this all of the time, this is awful) made his way to the door and, using the strange appendages on the ends of his limbs, managed to open the door.
He howled. It sounded wrong coming out of his mouth. Darn people throat. He stumbled down the hallway with his nose held up. He could smell her out, even with this darn people nose, if he really tried. And he really, really, tried. And he could smell her smell -- it was as if she came to visit this room on a regular basis. He could trace her. He could be an Odor Sleuth. He could follow his noseto the fruity taste that shows to Blue. He could do it.
And then, after a great deal of stumbling, and trying to hold his pants up, and trying to not trip over the sheet, and trying to work stairs with only two legs, both up and down, he managed to get it. He figured out where Blue had to be. Her smell was coming out of a door. He howled outside the door and scratched at it with his weak little baby hands. "Maaaaaamaaaaaaaaa!" he cried. "Maaaaaaaaaaaaamaaaaaaaaaa! Heeeeeeeelp! Heeeeeeelp! Heeeeeeeeelp!"
Enjoy your 3am wake up call, Blue.
What: Jock is babby
Where: Dorms
When: 3am
Warnings: Jock is babby
Jock awoke in the middle of the night, feeling strange and out-of-sorts. Why was he in this bed? What bed was this? It smelled like a good bed, but he didn't sleep in beds, not usually. He was usually just outside! Outside and sleeping on the ground! Not inside and in good-smelling beds.
The bed smelled like him, only moreso. Like, super-Jock smelling. It was hard to describe. But it smelled good, like... Jock. But more Jock than Jock.
"Mama?" he asked to the darkness.
That's when he noticed another smell -- the smell of a man he didn't recognize. Who was this strangely-smelling man? Why was he in a room with a weird-smell guy? Ugh, it smelled like old paper got married to an ink bottle. (The open copy of A Treatise on Unguents. Proclaimed Indispensable by Alchemist, Chirurgeon, and Sorcerer Alike: Containing a Distinct Classification of Uses both Benign and Malignant. Building and Expanding Upon Marius's Unguento Taxinomia, Including Dozens of the Most Recently Discovered Salves, Ointments, Embrocations, Liniments and Emollients heretofore Undiscussed by Critical or Popular Publication. Illustrated Lavishly with Engravings and Several Hand-Tinted Plates. Published with the Highest Accuracy of Information in the IVth Year of the Reign of Exalt Emmeryn in the City of Ylisstol was likely adding to this effect.)
He didn't like it. It was awful. He needed to get out and get to his mama right away. He stumbled out of bed and flopped to the ground and realized, suddenly, that he had people hands instead of paws. Oh no. Oh no, what happened. Why was he a people? Why was he wearing these far-too-large-for-him-pajama pants? Where was all of his beautiful fur? Why wasn't he wearing a shirt if he didn't have his beautiful fur? It was so cold without his beautiful fur.
He grabbed a sheet off of the bed and wrapped it over his shoulders. It at least smelled right. He then, on wobbly people feet (how do people walk like this all of the time, this is awful) made his way to the door and, using the strange appendages on the ends of his limbs, managed to open the door.
He howled. It sounded wrong coming out of his mouth. Darn people throat. He stumbled down the hallway with his nose held up. He could smell her out, even with this darn people nose, if he really tried. And he really, really, tried. And he could smell her smell -- it was as if she came to visit this room on a regular basis. He could trace her. He could be an Odor Sleuth. He could follow his nose
And then, after a great deal of stumbling, and trying to hold his pants up, and trying to not trip over the sheet, and trying to work stairs with only two legs, both up and down, he managed to get it. He figured out where Blue had to be. Her smell was coming out of a door. He howled outside the door and scratched at it with his weak little baby hands. "Maaaaaamaaaaaaaaa!" he cried. "Maaaaaaaaaaaaamaaaaaaaaaa! Heeeeeeeelp! Heeeeeeelp! Heeeeeeeeelp!"
Enjoy your 3am wake up call, Blue.