Eventually, I was satisfied with my flats condition and stopped cleaning (Thank goodness the bin was so close to the door). As I sat down, it occurred to me
that this was too complicated for a Pantheon plot. From my new (old?) memories, I knew there weren't any superheroes on this world, so I turned on the tv,
then twisted the remote until the buttons worked and I could find the news. Waiting as they went on about some random celebrity, it became clear that if this
was bigger then just me, it hadn't hit the public eye yet. I considered going back to the computer and checking there, for what would likely be a much
better result, before a yawn interrupted that train of thought.
It seemed the was another difference between my 'player' and myself. He'd been an insomniac. Undressing and hanging my uniform over the edge of the
chair, I decided to get some sleep and look at the problem in the morning. I was out as soon as I hit the bed, a lesson learned from sleeping strange hours in
between Council plots. I felt a strange sense of satisfaction from that for some reason...
I woke up about eight hours later, half-remembering an odd dream about talking, almost arguing, with someone that was rather important. I sat there for a
moment, thinking about it, only to find the memory slipping between my fingers. Sighing, I slid out of the bed and went to the bathroom to take a shower. That
was a lesson on the annoyances of a cubicle shower when you've got wings. Not to mention I didn't have any decent body soap or shampoos. Good grief,
how did the boy live like this?
After that, feeling at least clean, I stood in front of the small mirror, looking at my reflection. Making sure I was presentable, I stood in a clear space and
called the flames. They started at my feet and moved up, leaving my civilian clothes behind. They even gathered in my hands for a moment, turning into my
favorite jacket. I smiled and put it on, the magic woven into the jacket letting my wings slide into their pocket 'space' and leaving my ears as the
only obvious sign I wasn't human - and I could think of a glamour or two to hide those.
Fetching my phone, I paused, considered my options, then cast a brief spell. "Testing, testing, one two..." Nodding in satisfaction at the masculine
voice I heard, I called work and claimed I was feeling unwell. It was a weekday, so I could get by for one day without a doctors certificate. With that done, I
was going to get online and start looking... then my stomach interfered. Sighing, I grabbed my wallet and went to the car.
that this was too complicated for a Pantheon plot. From my new (old?) memories, I knew there weren't any superheroes on this world, so I turned on the tv,
then twisted the remote until the buttons worked and I could find the news. Waiting as they went on about some random celebrity, it became clear that if this
was bigger then just me, it hadn't hit the public eye yet. I considered going back to the computer and checking there, for what would likely be a much
better result, before a yawn interrupted that train of thought.
It seemed the was another difference between my 'player' and myself. He'd been an insomniac. Undressing and hanging my uniform over the edge of the
chair, I decided to get some sleep and look at the problem in the morning. I was out as soon as I hit the bed, a lesson learned from sleeping strange hours in
between Council plots. I felt a strange sense of satisfaction from that for some reason...
I woke up about eight hours later, half-remembering an odd dream about talking, almost arguing, with someone that was rather important. I sat there for a
moment, thinking about it, only to find the memory slipping between my fingers. Sighing, I slid out of the bed and went to the bathroom to take a shower. That
was a lesson on the annoyances of a cubicle shower when you've got wings. Not to mention I didn't have any decent body soap or shampoos. Good grief,
how did the boy live like this?
After that, feeling at least clean, I stood in front of the small mirror, looking at my reflection. Making sure I was presentable, I stood in a clear space and
called the flames. They started at my feet and moved up, leaving my civilian clothes behind. They even gathered in my hands for a moment, turning into my
favorite jacket. I smiled and put it on, the magic woven into the jacket letting my wings slide into their pocket 'space' and leaving my ears as the
only obvious sign I wasn't human - and I could think of a glamour or two to hide those.
Fetching my phone, I paused, considered my options, then cast a brief spell. "Testing, testing, one two..." Nodding in satisfaction at the masculine
voice I heard, I called work and claimed I was feeling unwell. It was a weekday, so I could get by for one day without a doctors certificate. With that done, I
was going to get online and start looking... then my stomach interfered. Sighing, I grabbed my wallet and went to the car.