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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[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.

[sweetapple-seed.livejournal.com]

I think I might be keeping an eye on all the others, too. Just in case.

[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

Sounds like a mighty good plan. Who knows if this stuff spreads.

... anyway, call me Goose. We'll keep in touch, m'kay?

[sweetapple-seed.livejournal.com]

Sure thing, always good to meet new friends. Even if some o' the others just can't handle it...

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Good to meetcha, Goose. You can call me Applejack!

[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

Now that's my kinda name. Sure's a pleasure, Applejack.

[A hair spike lowers down to her hands and points at them.]

... It's wantin' a handshake. I think.

[sweetapple-seed.livejournal.com]

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I ain't sure if touching it's a good idea... hair ain't s'posed to be like that! It's kinda, well, not right... an' I sure don't want my hair to start doin' stuff on its own neither.

[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

... Right.

Then just go ahead and shake mine.

[He held out his hand. Hopefully that won't make it spread or something.]

[sweetapple-seed.livejournal.com]

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I'll see you 'round, 'kay? If you ever need some apples, just ask ol' Applejack!

[badasscopters.livejournal.com]

Yyyyeah. See ya 'round, Applejack, and... thanks, I guess.

[He'd have to keep that in mind, he decides as he cheerfully walks in the other direction.

His hair is waving goodbye.]