002 / action / all around campus

[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

[Goose has been in some odd sorts as of late.

He was grumpy. He was finding himself losing his luster. Here he is, an ace pilot in his prime, and he's suddenly finding himself unable to understand basic concepts in his new training. Even the basics of flight and aerial combat were things he couldn't possibly retain in his poor mind.

That wasn't the weirdest of it, though. It is certainly the worst of it, but not the weirdest.

Said weirdest part was, well...

Let's just say that anyone who passes him by may notice his hair moving at his will, grabbing at things and pressing buttons and doing everything his hands should be doing. At times, Goose gets bewildered or just plain facepalms at the possibilities his now prehensile hair can reach.

Approach?]

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[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[Just.... staring]

[What the tiddlywinks, Goose? Just]

[what]

[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

[STARE.

... Was his right hair spike waving at him?]

What are you starin' at?

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[It was. Sweet whistling dixie, it was]

Your hair. [point] What the bloody blue blazes is going on with your hair?

1/2

[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

[ARMS = FOLDING.

... His hair spikes are folding now. What.]

Wouldn't you like to know?

2/2

[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

[He blinks and his expression softens. Just slightly.]

...

Actually, I'd kinda like to know, too.

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[facepalm.]

I'm going to go out on a limb and hypothesize that this is a recent development. It seems the whole school is infected with this sort of nonsense. Even me.

Though I have to say, you have the strangest manifestation I've seen yet.

[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

... Wait. You, too?

[His hair spikes are examining Equius now. No, really. They're elongating and going all over his body.

... welp, this doesn't look innocent at all.]

I ain't seeing nothing wrong, though. What's your problem?

[bentbowarcher.livejournal.com]

[SPLUTTER! And batting at the hair, oh my gosh this is so weird!]

Goose! Stop that immediately! For goodness sakes, it's nothing so ridiculous as anything associated with you!

[Huff huff] Tavros and I just seem to have swapped abilities.

[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

I'm tryin', I'm tryin'! This shit ain't easy to control here!

[Nope, it's still swarming all over and

and

welp.

Enjoy Goose's hair acquainting with your bone bulge, Equi.]

[sweetapple-seed.livejournal.com]

Now I ain't the kind o' girl who goes 'round judging all you off-world folks, but I gotta say that's mighty weird.

[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

What. I ain't no off-world folk. I'm...

[A pause.]

... judgin' from your accent, from the same world you're from.

[sweetapple-seed.livejournal.com]

This is your homeworld, too? Call me crazy, but last I checked, only off-worlders had all them weird whatchacallems. Powers.

[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

Wait, Holidaian Southerns can be native here, too?

The hell's up with that?

... and I ain't normally got these powers. I'm normally a pilot.

[His hair spikes are nodding oh god.]

[sweetapple-seed.livejournal.com]

Can't say I know what a Holidaian is, sugarcube, but I'm from not far off of Timber. And you're kidding, right? You can't be telling me your hair started moving all on its own!

[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

'Kay, then you're just plain... Southern. Right.

[She sounded so much like the Holidaians from back home! How odd. He knows there's different kinds of Southern dialect and drawl, but this one sounds so much like his.]

And yeah, I'm tellin' you! It is. I ain't just making this shit up.

[His hair spikes are nodding.]

[sweetapple-seed.livejournal.com]

Sure hope it ain't catching!

How'd'you reckon that's happened?

[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

That's what I'm tryin' to find out, but I ain't got no goddamn clue where it's coming from.

[He ran a hand through his hair, only for one of the spikes to reach down and pat his shoulder comfortingly.]

Just... if your hair starts moving on its own, lemme know. Might be something in the water or something.

[fierybluebird]

Wow. That is some impressive hair mate. [Deadpan. Deadpan forever.]

[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

[The hair spikes jiggle around gleefully!]

...

I think they're thankin' you.

[fierybluebird]

... Cute...

[Reaches out a finger to touch them.]

[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

... Something like that.

[One of the hair spikes curls its tip lightly around Marco's finger. HELLO MARCO. HOW YOU DOIN'.]

I got this, and it's kinda... fun and all, but it came with a problem, 'cause now I'm shitty at flight all of a sudden.

[fierybluebird]

[Shakes his finger to greet it. COME ON THIS IS ADORABLE.]

You can fly?!

Wait. You mean err... driving right?

[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

Nah. Flying.

Well, I kinda can't now, but I used to. Used to be able to attach wings to my arms and fly like... well, like you, kinda.

But now I just lost all my luster.

[POUT.]

[fierybluebird]

I... can't fly either right now. [Looking downward. And wearing glasses 24/7 you might notice.]

We'll get it back... soon I'm sure.

[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

... Hn.

[He runs a hand through his hair and feels it voluntarily curl around him.]

Are you gettin' any weird new powers, too?