wade into the water with me, wash my body down

[waiting]

WHO: Rick Bradbeary Bradbury and all you poor fucks who signed up for this or anyone who wants to gatecrash!
WHERE: Coney Island Boardwalk and around the City!
WHEN: December 29, 1PM until January 1st, midnight.
WARNINGS: Naked people, animals, probably a lot of cursing.
SUMMARY: It's all fun and games until someone turns into a polar bear.
FORMAT: Poster's choice!

this post is meant to cover the day of the swim itself and subsequent days after! there will be threads for the swimming/mingling; feel free to start closed/open threads for the following days, or start logs on the main comm, whatever floats your boat! indicate if threads are closed or open and i'll keep them organized on the main post. o/

REFERENCES
OOC PLANNING POST | F. A. Q. AND GUIDELINES

PRE-SWIMMING
Bradbury | Kate | The Shade
"Wild Tiger" | Rikku | Feferi
KITT

IN THE WATER
Bradbury

ON THE SHORE
Bradbury | Kate | The Shade
Jane Vasko | Roy Harper | Spike
James Bond | Bight

Comments

[foreshadower]

[ His ears prick forward, and he stares straight at Fiddler, still unsettled by the very prospect of what's happened. White really isn't his color. He's in hell.

He's in hell, and he doesn't know what's happening to himself, beyond the fact that his balance is off, everything is off. Blood pounds in his ears, a heartbeat pushing something he hadn't had in some time through his veins. Frustrated, he tries to speak again, an annoyed 'yes' coming through as a half-growl, half-yip. Really, Fiddler, that should be obvious, is the implication, even as his eyes narrow. ]

[hypnosymphony]

Just to make sure. [ oh no you're adorable and fluffy and mortified!! it's paris all over again ]

Well, I don't think you can wander around here for very long. Someone's bound to call animal control, at this rate. [ there's bears and tigers and sea lions and god knows what else will come out - with the City's luck someone's probably turned into Cthulu. ]

Shall we? I doubt anyone will mind me keeping a fox in my apartment temporarily.

[foreshadower]

[ He gave Fiddler an expression that was all-too annoyed, somehow those fox eyes that should have been gold were more gray, and they almost looked like they were rolling. He made a small growl in the back of his throat, as if he were saying 'ugh please'.

He could very well take care of himself, and he would prefer to go to his home. ]

[hypnosymphony]

[ awwwwwwww

that eyeroll just doesn't have the same gravitas when you're a fluffy white fox, Shade ]

Unless you have keys somewhere, I'll probably have to go through a window. [ not that he hasn't broken into Shade's house once before anyway...

he's pretty sure Shade just shadow-teleports in so he's not sure he'd have keys ]

[foreshadower]

[ Tail lashing, he yipped almost excitedly, as if to say that he definitely wanted to do that.

To his place, was the implication. He should hardly care if it was cashed into, and Fiddler knew what the price was if he tried to lift anything.

He didn't think he would be so dense. ]

[hypnosymphony]

[ you have no idea how much self-restraint he's exercising to not just pick you up and cuddle you right now

he'd be almost offended if Shade thought he'd even try to steal anything: it was impolite! also consequences, yes, but come on now. he has manners. ]

Well, then, that sounds like a plan. Shall we? [ he's just going to start walking he's sure Shade can catch up ]

[foreshadower]

[ He was right about that, but he shook his body again, trying to free himself of the water, his ears swiveling this way and that as he listened, and smelled for more than he normally would find.

Sight was one thing. The Shade could see through the dark better than this creature would be able to on a normal day, but now he felt stunted, and like he had to compensate. He wouldn't be able to do that.

But on shaky feet, he tried to walk, before he slowly got the hang of it. It's certainly no trouble to keep up with Fiddler, but that doesn't mean he's going to run. His tail trails behind him, and he's annoyed at the mess this will create.</small. ]

[hypnosymphony]

[ It's pleasant enough a walk, really, despite the cold, and he walks a little slower than normal to accommodate Shade's pace.

Besides, he knows him well enough to guess that even as an animal, his pace won't exceed a stroll. A brisk walk is possibly pushing it a little.

After a while, he starts humming absently, to fill up the relative silence. ]

[foreshadower]

[ He really does saunter right along, once he gets the rhythm of four legs actually down. Once he does, he's silent, although if there's an odd hurry in his step, it's that he's eager to return to his home, smell his roses, and eat something.

His stomach was growling, even as an animal.

The smells of the City irritated his nose, and he continued to huff, hot animal breath leaving puffs of smoke in the air even while they walked. ]

[hypnosymphony]

[ With the pace they're going, it takes them a little while to get to their destination. Once they are at Shade's house, though, he doesn't bother attempting to pick the lock on the door; instead, he simply uses the same window he did last time to get inside.

A moment later, he's opening the door so Shade can get in. ]

[foreshadower]

[ At the very least, he's opening the door for him, so he saunters right in, like this is no thing. It's absolutely nothing for him to walk into his own home as a fox.

He even holds his tail relatively high, strolling right on in, heating straight for his own kitchen like it's the most important thing to him.

Unfortunately, and not surprisingly, once he's in there, he has to stare up at his cupboards in dismay. ]

[hypnosymphony]

[ He's pretty much ahead of Shade in that department, checking the cupboards for something suitable for a fox.

He's not sure what he'll find, given that in his normal state Shade doesn't really need to eat. He might have to go back to his own apartment to get more basic food. ]

[foreshadower]

[ Shade the fox may not be able to reach what he wants, but Fiddler shouldn't have to worry. Shade knows where his food is, and even though he hardly needs to eat, a gourmand is a gourmand, and Shade kept any number of fine foods, teas, and treats in his cupboards.

By the way he trotted up to the fridge to try and nose into it, the implication was clear.

He knew exactly where his food was. ]

[hypnosymphony]

[ He's a little concerned about how an animal body would handle that kind of food, but - well. It is Shade's house.

He's just going to open the fridge and let you choose your own food - or get it down for you, if need be. ]