[Kenzaki] Watching the action
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crossing_lostrpWho: Kenzaki (in Miho's Body)
Where: The cafeteria and thereabouts
When: Nearly noon (about six hours after Who Da Man)
Invited: Anyone in the area
Status: Incomplete
Kenzaki hadn't much clue as to what was going on, except for occasional statements that he understood or were translated for him. Miho's body felt odd, as if everything was sharper and stranger. He hoped that the others would figure it out soon; he was wanting to go on patrol that evening, and he felt far more comfortable if he was doing it in his own body and the ability to use Scarab Undead's form.
He yawned. This was not exciting. He preferred being useful, but he couldn't here. He stepped away, walking into the hallway to exercise his legs a little. He didn't want to go far, but things were a bit crowded.
Where: The cafeteria and thereabouts
When: Nearly noon (about six hours after Who Da Man)
Invited: Anyone in the area
Status: Incomplete
Kenzaki hadn't much clue as to what was going on, except for occasional statements that he understood or were translated for him. Miho's body felt odd, as if everything was sharper and stranger. He hoped that the others would figure it out soon; he was wanting to go on patrol that evening, and he felt far more comfortable if he was doing it in his own body and the ability to use Scarab Undead's form.
He yawned. This was not exciting. He preferred being useful, but he couldn't here. He stepped away, walking into the hallway to exercise his legs a little. He didn't want to go far, but things were a bit crowded.
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[House in Scott's body] From the door--
Date: 2007-06-16 07:50 pm (UTC)"I-----'m 'En-er-y the Eighth I am, 'En-er-y the Eighth I am, I am.. I got married to the widda next door..."
The voice boomed from the door of the medical facility, and as the door shut behind him, the figure singing was in the form of Scott, but obviously, oh-so-not him. Dr. House had his run, and having just gotten back, had recalled something he'd read in his youth-- a book by one Alfred Bester. How to keep the voices in your head out? Put something there, your choice. A mantra, as it were. The choice was obvious, at least to him. Pick the most obnoxious, most-likely-to-remain song ever. And Herman's Hermits won. Hands down.
OOC laughter
Date: 2007-06-16 09:59 pm (UTC)