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voice| on the other (octopus) hand
[Usually Howard interacts with the network through text, since he's nervous of using any other format, but this time, his deep and weary voice can be heard.]
Um. A question out of curiosity, I-I suppose. If you've "received" a physical change through Retrospec, what was it? If you've received several, what is the worst one...?
[There's the sound of something falling off a table onto the floor. He lets out a shuddering sigh, his tone slightly exasperated.]
Yeah. [A pause.] Before I forget, I need someone who can go out and get some groceries for me. I'll pay you for it. I just don't feel like going outside for a while. I-I'm fine...really...............
[ooc: somebody's got tentacle hands now. life is fun!]
Um. A question out of curiosity, I-I suppose. If you've "received" a physical change through Retrospec, what was it? If you've received several, what is the worst one...?
[There's the sound of something falling off a table onto the floor. He lets out a shuddering sigh, his tone slightly exasperated.]
Yeah. [A pause.] Before I forget, I need someone who can go out and get some groceries for me. I'll pay you for it. I just don't feel like going outside for a while. I-I'm fine...really...............
[ooc: somebody's got tentacle hands now. life is fun!]
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[But he is not standing at the door. In fact, she might see something slithering back down onto the floor and into the apartment, looking like some strangely malformed snake.]
Come in.
[And when she does, she will have to watch her step, for all over the floor of the apartment, coiled and twisted and wrapped over furniture, are a huge amount of green and mottled octopus tentacles. They seem to be spreading out from a source, which is Howard himself, sitting on the couch in his living room, still dressed in his pajamas.]
[He lifts his head as she comes in, tentacles on the floor shifting away from her feet. When she gets closer, she'll probably see that the origin of all of the writhing tendrils is coming from his sleeves.]
[He has no hands.]
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she doesn't look like a doctor, but she's most certainly the woman from her picture.]
Mr. Carter. I understand why you wanted someone to go get things for you.
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[He doesn't know what to say to that - he just nods, gaze moving to the tentacles splayed around him. It's such a surreal picture, and yet...]
I woke up like this. I haven't even made myself breakfast. [A short, joyless laugh.] I mean...how can I...? I don't know what to do...
'
[it's not why she came over, and her mind is still reeling from the tentacles all over the place, so it comes out and surprises her. but it would give her more time to process what the hell she's looking at.]
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[A beat.]
...I guess I wouldn't mind it, though. [He twists his head in the direction of the kitchen area.] I'd just be fine with cereal. But you don't have to do anything if you don't want to...
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[to the kitchen she goes! and then in about five minutes she pokes her head out.]
Is this how you eat regularly?
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[He sits and waits, thinking it won't take long, and...]
Hm? [Why does she sound so surprised? He shrugs, clearly not understanding why she looks upset.] Yes? What's wrong with how I eat...?
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[oh my god. how did he survive this long. why does she keep finding people she needs to feed healthy food.]
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[One of his tendrils goes to rub at the back of his head, sheepishly.]
I mean, does it matter? I'm always tired, I don't really think it has to do with anything I eat...
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[she retreats to the kitchen to pour him a bowl of whatever cereal has the least amount of sugar in it, and returns with it in hand.]
I realize no one asked me, Mr. Carter, but how long have you lived alone?
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[He blinks at the offered bowl, one tendril raising slowly into the air as he...tries to figure out how to hold it. God, he misses fingers.]
[He eventually slips it around the rim, holding it like one would hold a mug.]
Since college. Which was...about five years ago.
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[at least cereal can't hurt him too bad.]
You might find an increase in energy and an uplift in mood from a changed diet, however.
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[Okay, now how to figure out how to actually feed himself. He lifts a slender tentacle, fumbling with the handle of the spoon as he tries to get a good spoonful of the cereal - it trembles as he tries to raise it to his mouth quick enough to gulp it down.]
[He swallows. This...this is hard.]
I've always been like this, food or not. It's not going to do anything for me.
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[this is hissed out, and if he'll allow, she'll reach for one of the tentacles to pick it up, examining it surface wise.]
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I highly doubt Retrospec returned this ability to me just because I didn't eat enough fruits and vegetables.
[He turns back to attempting to eat his cereal. The tentacle she picks up wriggles in her grip, like a confused worm - it's a sickly green color, with suckers and strange holes interspersed along its surface. It clasps to her hand, tip feeling over her wrist.]
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[the tentacle she examines with curiosity, as she's not seen one with this type of structure - the holes are just confusing, okay.]
When did this start? And how precise is your control over them? I know I saw you open the door, and you're holding that - so that means all of them are under your conscious control?
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[He opens his mouth, as if to argue that point further, and then his cheeks flush - right. He has tentacles. He can breath underwater. That's pretty aquatic. He shuts his mouth, turning back to his bowl.]
This morning. Woke up with it. [He swallows down another spoonful of cereal.] And yes, it's like having a hundred arms...I can feel them all at once. It's rather disorienting, to be honest...