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minervasoloLast night's writing game was object+magical power. Props to he girl who managed to make a poem out of penis+raise the dead until midnight.
He stared down a the arm sprouting from his ankle in a distant kind of contemplation. He lifted his unusually heavy limb from the water and the arm dropped off. Befoe he could celebrate, however, he noticed a leg growing from... well, it made a mockery of those 'tripod' innuendoes.
It took him a long time to work up the courage, and the co-ordination, to get out of the bath, upon which action all of the axtra limbs fell off. He stared at teh murky water suspiciously.
Reaching out slowly, ever so cautiously, he touched hte bottle of bubble bath with the tip of one finger. When no new arms or legs appeared he picked up hte bottle and began to read the label thoroughly.
"Peter?"
He had hte prescence of mind to draw the shower curtain as his girlfriend entered the room.
"Is everything alright?" she asked.
"Hm," he grunted noncommitally. "Hey, this is your foam, right? Have you had any... reactions to it?"
"No, can't say I have. Why, have you got a rash?" She began to walk around him, studying him, unnerving him.
"No," he admitted.
"Well, okay then," she said uncertainly. "You done with the bath?"
"Ye- No! No, I'm not," he said hastily.
She frowned. "You're wet," she pointed out. "You didn't just get out of the bath to read the bottle."
"I, uh, need to clean it," he lied more turhtfully than he'd intended. How did one dispose of disembodied limbs without prompting a police investigation?
She gave him a skeptical look, as though the concept along was unlikely. Admittedly, it was, but he still felt a little insulted.
"I was dirty!" he protested. "There's a ring of dirt and everything. Scum. You don't want to get in that bath."
"You just got up," she reminded him, glancing pointedly at teh bathroom clock which told them it was getting on for four in the afternoon.
"I was really sweaty?" he offered.
In one fluid motion she dodged past him and twitched open the curtain.
He waited for the scream.
"Huh."
That didn't sound like a scream.
"The old gypsy woman was telling the truth." She gave her boyfriend apologetic look. "You can see why i didn't believe her, can't you? I mean, magical powers are one thing, but it's not what you'd call your usual magical object."
"You mean..."
"Yeah, the rubber duck." She paused and looked down at him. "Did you just faint? You wuss!"
As you may have already guessed, object was 'rubber duck' and power was a rather loosely interpreted 'the ability to grow extra limbs on request. Direstionally, not entirely accurrate!'
And now I suppose I really ought to start reading Titus Andronicus. Or looking for a film adaption in the library, just to tide me over. Though fair chance I'll be doing next essay on it, so perhaps reading might be better.
He stared down a the arm sprouting from his ankle in a distant kind of contemplation. He lifted his unusually heavy limb from the water and the arm dropped off. Befoe he could celebrate, however, he noticed a leg growing from... well, it made a mockery of those 'tripod' innuendoes.
It took him a long time to work up the courage, and the co-ordination, to get out of the bath, upon which action all of the axtra limbs fell off. He stared at teh murky water suspiciously.
Reaching out slowly, ever so cautiously, he touched hte bottle of bubble bath with the tip of one finger. When no new arms or legs appeared he picked up hte bottle and began to read the label thoroughly.
"Peter?"
He had hte prescence of mind to draw the shower curtain as his girlfriend entered the room.
"Is everything alright?" she asked.
"Hm," he grunted noncommitally. "Hey, this is your foam, right? Have you had any... reactions to it?"
"No, can't say I have. Why, have you got a rash?" She began to walk around him, studying him, unnerving him.
"No," he admitted.
"Well, okay then," she said uncertainly. "You done with the bath?"
"Ye- No! No, I'm not," he said hastily.
She frowned. "You're wet," she pointed out. "You didn't just get out of the bath to read the bottle."
"I, uh, need to clean it," he lied more turhtfully than he'd intended. How did one dispose of disembodied limbs without prompting a police investigation?
She gave him a skeptical look, as though the concept along was unlikely. Admittedly, it was, but he still felt a little insulted.
"I was dirty!" he protested. "There's a ring of dirt and everything. Scum. You don't want to get in that bath."
"You just got up," she reminded him, glancing pointedly at teh bathroom clock which told them it was getting on for four in the afternoon.
"I was really sweaty?" he offered.
In one fluid motion she dodged past him and twitched open the curtain.
He waited for the scream.
"Huh."
That didn't sound like a scream.
"The old gypsy woman was telling the truth." She gave her boyfriend apologetic look. "You can see why i didn't believe her, can't you? I mean, magical powers are one thing, but it's not what you'd call your usual magical object."
"You mean..."
"Yeah, the rubber duck." She paused and looked down at him. "Did you just faint? You wuss!"
As you may have already guessed, object was 'rubber duck' and power was a rather loosely interpreted 'the ability to grow extra limbs on request. Direstionally, not entirely accurrate!'
And now I suppose I really ought to start reading Titus Andronicus. Or looking for a film adaption in the library, just to tide me over. Though fair chance I'll be doing next essay on it, so perhaps reading might be better.
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Date: 30/11/04 03:18 am (UTC)Fun story, though. :P
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