[party post] she climbed backwards out her window into outside over there.

[beyondriftmods]

Once upon a time, there was an alternate city of Chicago, the lovely people residing in it, and many Rifts placing these people into various different predicaments, spanning from the humorous to the perplexing to the utterly heartbreaking. Wondrous different people, of all shapes and sizes. So it has been, and so it will be, for years and lifetimes

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[shotofdumbidea]

Georgia woke up to a dog sitting on her bed, staring at her. Specifically, she woke to a dalmatian puppy, wagging its tail very slightly. It's painfully cute, if you're a dog person.

Georgia is not.

She manages not to shoot it, though the gun from her bedside table is in her hand before she can really register that it's too small to be a real threat. After staring at it for a little while, and doublechecking all the locked windows and doors to try to figure out how it got in, she gives up, nudges it out into the hallway with one foot, and goes back to bed, grumbling to herself.

She wakes up maybe an hour later to two puppies on her bed, this time clambering over her as they wrestle with each other. Georgia sits bolt upright with a snarled curse, shoves on her sunglasses, and grabs both by the scruffs of their necks to shove them into the hallway too

[archangelet]

Tay feels weird. She's too sleepy to really know why, but she does. However, she's been somewhat distracted from trying to figure out why she feels weird by the fact that there is something crying, LOUDLY, in the hallway.

And then she hears Georgia in the hallway, scowls, shoves her sunglasses on, and sticks her head out into the hallway. "If you can't find whoever they belong to, could you smother them or something? I'm trying to fucking sleep."

She hasn't quite noticed that her hair has miraculously turned golden blonde, silky smooth, and falls all the way to the floor. Which, since she's six feet tall... is quite a ways.

[shotofdumbidea]

"I would love to," Georgia snaps. "But if whoever they belong to shows up, I figure explaining that is going to be a lot more annoying than this. You want to smother 'em or drown 'em or whatever, that's on you."

One of the puppies starts trying to climb her leg, yelping for attention. Georgia rolls her eyes and tips it backwards with one foot. She's tempted to slam the door and leave the puppies out in the hall for someone else to deal with, but just before she can, she notices Tay looks a bit different. And by 'a bit', she means she probably wouldn't recognize her without the sunglasses and bad attitude.

"...what happened to you?"

[archangelet]

Tay gives Georgia a look of complete bafflement, though due to the fact that her expressions mostly happen around her eyes, it's hard to tell. "What do you mean?"

She looks down, and her hair falls in front of her face, brushing the floor. It's... freakishly long. And blonde. She just sort of stares for a moment, then ducks into the bedroom without closing the door, grabs the first night she finds, grabs the hair in a bunch, and cuts it off so it falls unevenly just above her shoulders.

She stalks back out into the hallway with the freakishly long handful of hair in tow. There are puppies stalking Georgia and she has grown more hair than any one person should have overnight. "What. The fucking. Hell."

[shotofdumbidea]

Georgia doesn't move while Tay stalks back into her room. The fact that she didn't slam her door probably means she intends to come back out, and Georgia's not sure she can get back to sleep at this point anyway.

"So..." she says slowly as Tay steps back out into the hallway, and eyes the hunk of hair in her hand in bemusement. "What happened to turning into a dog? I thought you only got one weird thing from the Rift?"

One of the puppies pounces on her foot and tries to gnaw on a toe. Georgia's startled enough by it to yelp and jerk her foot, flinging the puppy halfway across the hall. ...that was unintentional, but she doesn't exactly feel bad for it.

[archangelet]

"I have no fucking idea," Tay growls. Her uneven hair starts curling at the ends and evening itself out. That's not weird at all.

Tay watches, vaguely bemused, as a puppy startles Georgia and then gets punted across the hall. "What's with you and the puppies?" Because that's much more interesting than her magic-grow hair.

[shotofdumbidea]

"They just started showing up in my room," Georgia growls, still glowering at the puppy and practically daring it to come back to her. She'll punt you again, puppy. Don't test her. "I don't know how. It's locked."

She shakes her head and looks back up at Tay, and then freezes, studying her hair in mild fascination for a second or two before commenting, "Uh... I don't think cutting it is gonna work all that well."

[archangelet]

"Ninja puppies," Tay says, and snorts. "You clearly have the best luck."

Tay just raises an eyebrow at George at first, until she notices, out of the corner of her eye, her hair... moving. She looks down and watches it for a couple inches, her mouth gaping open, and then she snaps it shut and represses the urge to have a really useless and embarrassing hissy fit right there in the hallway.

"I fucking hate Chicago!" she settles on. At the top of her lungs.

[shotofdumbidea]

Georgia just smirks. Slowly. "You know, suddenly I'm feeling better about my ninja puppies," she says innocently.

After a moment, she tilts her head to one side thoughtfully and adds, "I wonder how long it's going to keep going... It's got to come to a stopping point eventually."