(2018-09-17) Dragons (and Coyotes) of Soggy Evenings
Dragons (and Coyotes) of Soggy Evenings
Summary: Erica and Dylan are obviously affected by the shapeshifter flu. Syd appears to be dealing with it, at least.
Date: 2018.09.16
Related: None
NPCs: {$npc}
Scene Runner: {$runner}
Players:
sydney..erica..dylan..

Location

Coral Springs Courtyard

The path leads up the hill and into a large cobblestoned courtyard surrounded by four buildings. In the center of the courtyard is a green space, landscaped with flowers that spell out Coral Springs. In the center of the green space is a large statue, a memorial to the lives that were lost during the attack on
the previous school. In the distance the tip of a lighthouse can be seen. Between the buildings is a view of the ocean. It seems the school has been built on the tallest cliff of the island and has a lovely view of the open ocean to the southeast.

With the view between the buildings it almost seems like you can take to the skies and FLY. Maybe if you had wings, or some other way to FLY you could.

It is a summer night. The weather is hot and raining.

Scene

Classes have finished off a few hours ago, so students are free to do as they feel. Unfortunately, what Dylan would like to do is be able to open up a can of soda or anything that would require having an opposable thumb and that just isn't possible right now. Luckily door knobs are not a problem as he just teleports to the other side, or any where he wants. So the young teleporting coyote just blinks out of thin air into the courtyard.

Sydney wanders out to the courtyard in time to see the teleporting coyote show up. She facepalms with the characteristic "smack" of skin on skin. "Gotta be Dylan. Okay, it's official. I will not bitch about what the shapeshifter flu did to me ever again."

Erica comes flying in herself, her wings stroking through the air before she lands in the courtyard. She mutters to herself and sighs a bit, "Going to be uncomfortable tonight." she mutters and shakes her head a bit. She blinks as she sees the Coyote appear and sees someone that looks familiar. She herself is in her dragon girl form, red scales and all. Though the reddish glow is dulled to almost nonexistant.

The smallish coyote looks around. He cocks his head as he sees Sydney. Dylan cannot help but to start sniffing in her direction. He moves over towards her. When she refers him by his name, he yip-barks at her, quite excited. His excitement suddenly changes as he lets out a slight growl at the dragon girl, having never experienced Erica's alternative form.

Sydney looks from the coyote to Erica. "Geez. A dragon, a coyote, and a fat chick all walk out to the courtyard… it sounds like a setup for a dirty joke." Syd chuckles ruefully. "Relax, Dylan. It's Erica. I've seen her like this before. She's a hotty in either form."

Erica cocks her head to the side and recognizes the voice, "Um, where is the fat chick, don't see one around here." she says as she looks around and then back. She smiles, "Hello, um you two, guessing a student?" she glances towards the Coyote. Her words are a little slurred given that her muzzle is shapped a little different.

Dylan sits down on his haunches, as he cocks his head over at Erica. Little brown nose sniffing intently. His ears are just slightly lowered still. He finally huffs before he gets up and moves over to a patch of exposed ground. He starts scratching at the dirt, leaving a very, very rough 'HI'. He then sits down, tail wagging as he looks to the two.

Sydney nods. "I saw him teleporting. Gotta be Dylan." Syd shrugs. "I'm Syd, in case you didn't recognize me. This is… pretty much what I looked like when I went metal. A little bit older, maybe. I was also a lot skinnier by then. The cigarettes, pot, and no food diet does work for a while." She shrugs again. She finds a chair. "How're you guys holding up?"

Erica shrugs a bit, her wings folding up against her back as her tail swishes back and forth along the ground. "Hi." she says to Dylan and smiles, a bit toothy smile. She nods to Sydney, "I see, I am doing okay, just stuck. So means sleeping on the floor, or the roof." she shakes her head.

The mostly tan coyote goes over to the non-metal Sydney and nods his head up and down. Then >blinks< from one side of her to the other, nodding his head up and down, trying to verify that he is in fact Dylan. He looks over at Erica, yipping at her. At least she can still talk.

Sydney nods. "Yeah… I can't even imagine how this flu works. I'm short about four hundred pounds of mass, even if I could shapeshift into this… which I can't. I dream… I still look like this. I have ever since I went metal. Most of the time I look like this when I dream. And now, here I am awake. And my dreams are still the same." She reaches slowly toward Dylan's ears, as though to scratch them. "Hopefully it's like flu and we'll get over it."

Erica nods her head, "Yeah, stuck like this, the spikes are murder on my bedding." she shakes her head a bit, "Not to mention the wings and tail." she chuckles and then looks at the pair, "Definitely not something I expected to happen, from petting a kitty."

Dylan doesn't shy away from the scritching. He's a little bit of a hedonist and leans just slightly into the scratching actually. He can't help it, but his eyes roll back just a little and his tongue hangs out just a touch as he gives a wide toothy coyote grin.

You say, "Petting a kitty? Is that how you got it? Are you sure? Did you tell the medical folks it was from touch?" She wracks her brain trying to think of everyone she's touched. "Besa already had it, Bryce was wearing his armor… Zolin… maybe. Or maybe I gave it to him. I don't even know if he has it.

Erica shrugs, "Don't know for sure, but the Kitty was Kaylee, and probably got it from her." she shakes her head a bit. She smiles as she watches the two for a moment.

Dylan whimpers softly. He cocks his head, looking up at Sydney who seems to have a better idea than he does. All he knows is that he woke up like this, like a dog.

Sydney nods. "Well. I guess they were right to let me stop wearing the surgical mask, anyway." She scratches Dylan's ears some more and looks at Erica. "Gotta say it's a hell of a look on you. But you knew I thought that." She smiles.

Erica smiles, "If I could blush probably would." she shakes her head a bit and chuckles. "At least I can control my fire powers, that would be bad if they were on full power too."

Dylan looks between the two girls. He arches one furry eyebrow as he listens to them talk. His yips a couple times then huffs, in a silent acceptance that neither of them can understand him. He so wishes that there was a telepath around.

Sydney ruffles Dylan's ears. "Well, I should get to bed. You guys take care." She pauses. "Erika, my futon is probably tough enough to keep you comfortable for the night. I mean… it was designed to hold me. Metal me.

((Aaaand here we all stumbled off to bed. IRL))

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