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GILBERT. ([personal profile] alostraven) wrote in [community profile] capeandcowllogs2012-10-03 03:50 am

“I can't explain myself, I'm afraid, sir,”

WHO: GIL and JESSE
WHERE: around the MAC?
WHEN: morning
WARNINGS: none but will edit if needed
SUMMARY: role reversals, heh.
FORMAT: tagger's choice


Gil had awoken to a horrible ache in his arm. The sort of pain that immediately put him in a state of panic when the dull ache didn't subside. He woke up screaming and half-expected Oz or one of the servants of the mansion to come bursting through his door. Perhaps Master Oscar.

But nobody came and it took him a minute to realize why.

He stood in some bare bedroom that was clearly not his. Through his hot tears, he saw some sort of wardrobe, incredibly plain curtains and bed sheets, and a gun on a small table beside the bed. Fear seized him and he yelled for Oz but again, no reply.

Although it hurt to move he fled the room. He couldn't stop shaking as he made his way from one strange room to another, loudly calling for Oz over and over. Each time he grew more anxious.

Who knew how he had managed to get out of the MAC, but he did. He didn't get very far however, collapsing on the grass nearby and taking the moment to catch his breath. He gripped the arm that hurt the most, which he could barely move. He didn't remember injuring it.

He didn't have much time to contemplate it. Strange and loud noises erupted from everywhere. He looked up to see dozens-- maybe one hundred people walking around wherever he was. There were large and shiny vehicles rolling past and nobody batted an eyelash at it. They were noisy and inside them, Gil could see people... sitting? The buildings around him were as high as trees. Maybe mountains.

Gil couldn't breathe. He felt dizzy and sick, and on the verge of fainting. It was too vivid to be some bizarre nightmare. Too noisy and too bright.
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[personal profile] thatswhyshekick 2012-10-03 09:04 am (UTC)(link)
Jesse woke up tall. Or taller, she supposes she still not quite clearing the clouds, but 5'5" is a pretty big difference when you were 5' even just a few hours ago. She also seemed to have acquired breasts and hips at some point and fucking hell, were those going to be a pain in the ass to work around. Jesse spent the first few hours of being an adult getting used to her own body. Her powers still worked, so that was good. She could still ride the way she used to, maybe even better.

Her grown up body had quite a lot of scars and that was something to get used to, too, feeling the way they pulled and pressed against her skin. There was a steadiness to her now and if she held still and closed her eyes, flickers and flashes of memories that hadn't happened to her yet would dance just out of reach.

She heads back to the MAC, considering that it might be a good idea to check up on everybody else, if only to see if it was only her that was affected. Rolling up to the building, she spots a kid, looking like he was having a panic attack all over the fucking lawn. Well. Shit.

Hopping off her board, she approaches him slowly, "Hey, kid. Hey, take it easy. You hurt?"
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[personal profile] thatswhyshekick 2012-10-03 08:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's okay, little dude."

Jesse sets her board down, just out of her reach, and sits down in the grass in front of the kid. She holds out her hands, palms up. "See? I'm onna the good guys. You can call me Jesse, aight?"

She's never been one of these kids, the kind that shrunk away and cried, but she remembers kids who were and she can remember the times that she wanted to be one of them.
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[personal profile] thatswhyshekick 2012-10-04 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
She lays her hands over her knees, tipping her head. They gotta get him off that arm, before he makes it worse.

"I dunno who your young master is, little dude," she says, "But it's pretty early, so not everybody's up yet, ya know?"
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[personal profile] thatswhyshekick 2012-10-04 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
The name didn't ring a bell, but she was starting to get the impression she knew this little mopheaded kid.

"Maybe there's somebody around who knows him." She tips her head, studying him, "What's your name kiddo?"
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[personal profile] thatswhyshekick 2012-10-04 11:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Well. Fuck. She can keep the surprise off her face. Little Jesse never had much of a poker face, but apparently this is something big Jesse knows how to do.

"Aight, cool. Can I call you Gil?"
Edited 2012-10-04 23:00 (UTC)
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[personal profile] thatswhyshekick 2012-10-05 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
It's a relief when he asks, but she still hesitates before touching him, holding her hands out palm down again.

"Can I see?"
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[personal profile] thatswhyshekick 2012-10-05 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
She gently shifts his shirt until she can get a look at his arm. She's not a doctor, really, but she's got a little experience with injuries.

"I dunno, Gil. Maybe he's still in bed like everybody else. Hey, have you ever had pancakes before?"
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[personal profile] thatswhyshekick 2012-10-06 07:25 am (UTC)(link)
Well, damn. Jesse looks at his arm and shoulder, frowning. "Okay, we can go look for your boss, but I wanna wrap your arm first."

She looks up at him. "Is that okay?"
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[personal profile] thatswhyshekick 2012-10-06 08:13 am (UTC)(link)
She thinks about lying for a minute, but she knows how that will end. Finally she shakes her head.

"No, I'm sorry, I don't."
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[personal profile] thatswhyshekick 2012-10-06 08:22 am (UTC)(link)
Hoo boy, she never was good with panic attacks. At least not when other people were having them.

"Gil, listen," she says, firmly, "I'm gonna help you look for your boss, okay? I'll make sure you don't get in trouble by him. Sound good."
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[personal profile] thatswhyshekick 2012-10-06 09:47 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, Jesse can kind of remember what that felt like too. She sighs and drags a hand through her (slightly longer?) hair.

"Okay, little dude. It's okay." She hesitates at first, then settles a tentative hand on his messy hair. "Crying over it isn't going to fix anything, Gil. Try to calm down, okay? Deep breaths."
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[personal profile] thatswhyshekick 2012-10-07 09:26 am (UTC)(link)
"Okay, good." She gives him a smile and ruffles his hair. "Now listen to me, okay? We're gonna get you fixed up and then we're gonna see if we can find your boss. But even if he isn't here, it's not your fault, okay? There's some crazy shit goin' down right now and it's not anybody's fault where they are."