Nngh.

[clockwork_phoenix]

That was not a fun el-oh-el.

At first, I was unable to communicate with others, either through virtue of the translation effect malfunctioning, or.. I do not know. I was speaking nonsense either way. I could understand others, but I could not make them understand me verbally no matter how I tried.

Apparently, something was firing from brain to mouth correctly, as I was speaking words with the correct letters, just in the completely and utterly wrong order, in the letters' cases.

Anagrams.

The latter half of it was even less fun. My memories of it are still somewhat fuzzy, starting from a few hours before I changed.

I am not entirely sure what I was, except on top of the fact that I could no longer speak coherently at all, I could not think straight.

Such a concept disturbs me greatly and utterly, my mind wasn't my own, but at the same time it was a mere shadow of what it was.

Most of the events that happened while I was transformed are.. half formed memories.

The el-oh-el transmits itself like a virus. I have been cured thanks to the Doctor and as far as I can tell I am no longer capable of infecting others.

Also, if anyone sees Metody before I do, let me know he is okay? I.. don't remember seeing him except sometime before I changed.

Comments

[aureliaofarista.livejournal.com]

Inability to communicate can be awkward. We're glad you're better.

[gears-of-gold.livejournal.com]

It was awkward and incredibly frustrating. I couldn't even write what I wished to say, either. It came out as sentences that made little sense as well.

[metody-green.livejournal.com]

A ring-tailed lemur leaps to her shoulder - he's finally figured out how to leave the bar! Hopefully, he can get back.

He says hello with a loud squeak. Can has froot naow?

[gears-of-gold.livejournal.com]

And lo, there's a lemur that makes her practically jump, "Geh. Well. Hallo you." She blinks.

Why's the lemur in her sideroom? ...And there was... something about him...

[metody-green.livejournal.com]

Possibly it was chewing on gears. He snuggles against her, reeking powerfully of chemicals. This is why Metody bathes three to four times a day; his body is constantly shedding the byproducts of the systemic poisoning his city gives any long-term resident.

[gears-of-gold.livejournal.com]

Sweet Lightning... "What have you been in, my small friend?" She coughs a bit at the scent and attempts to scritch him, trying to work out why the hell he's so damn familiar.

[metody-green.livejournal.com]

All sorts of places! Just be glad he's too stupid to use a PIN. He arches his back to the scritching, yeeking like he's gone neurotic, then looks up at her with big orange eyes and tugs on her arm.

Please? C'mon, please? Please? YEEK?

[gears-of-gold.livejournal.com]

She blinks at him, standing up for a moment, "Where do you want me to go?"

Yeah, she's asking a lemur this. Weirder things have happened in the Nexus.

Hell. Weirder things have happened back home in Europa.

[metody-green.livejournal.com]

He scrambles around, yeeking pleadingly and tugging on her arm. Congrats, Bella. The lemur seems to think you're Mommy.

Please please please please please yeek yeek tug please? There may be some curling of that overly long tail, too.

[gears-of-gold.livejournal.com]

One wonders how much of that line of thought he'll remember.

"What? Are you hungry, Herr Lemur?" She blinks, a little confused, and starts towards the minifridge (a fascinating device, really) that's kept in her sideroom. He eats fruit, and she has a bit of that...

[metody-green.livejournal.com]

Fruit, yes, but other things as well. He scrambles around on her shoulders, excited at the sight of the fridge, then peers in when she opens it.

[gears-of-gold.livejournal.com]

It mostly has various drinks from around the Sanctuary inside it. Several juices, a couple of different bottles of alcohol, a few items that need to be kept cold, and several of the fruit she's reaching for. Oranges.

[metody-green.livejournal.com]

He scrambles off of her and into the fridge, beelining for the t-bone he sees with an excited squealing whoop.

[gears-of-gold.livejournal.com]

She makes a surprised sound at his sudden scrambling, "--!" Blinking. Considering she can get another one of those fairly easily, she crouches down to see what he'll do, curious.

As life is all about little experimentations, and this might explain a few things. She keeps holding the orange, though, just in case.

[metody-green.livejournal.com]

He's got no use for the meat, but the bone, the bone, God!

He curls up in the fridge, shivering already, lifting the steak in both paws. It's a touch heavy for him. He ignores the meat but applies himself to the bone, biting through it with the apparant resistance of cheese. He chews, crunching, and swallows, then takes another bite.

[gears-of-gold.livejournal.com]

Blink. Blinkblink. He's tearing through the meat and eating the bone?

That's about when the little proverbial gas lamp lights up. "Metody?!" o_o

Holy shit, Metody's a lemur.

[metody-green.livejournal.com]

Like he's got a use for the meat. Lemurs are mostly vegetarian, though he wouldn't say no to a mouse or something. Lets hope Basil doesn't show up.

He looks up at his name and gives a cheerful howl, then tries to drag the steak out of the fridge and into her arms. He's *so* cold.

[gears-of-gold.livejournal.com]

The fact that he looks up at her when she says his name just sort of confirms it. He's a lemur, and she helps him out of the fridge with the slab-o-cow, "Mein Gott, my friend, Phoenix and I became primates, why on Earth are you a lemur?" She has no idea if he can understand her or not, but greatly suspects the latter.

[metody-green.livejournal.com]

He cuddles against her, shivering and frantically eating, afraid she'll take it away from him.

Why a lemur? Why not a lemur?

[gears-of-gold.livejournal.com]

She pushes the fridge closed with her mechanical leg. She's got no intention of taking it from him, although she's going to sit back at the workbench again and watch him devour the bone curiously.

"I wonder how much of this you'll remember." She muses aloud, still thoughtful. "Or when you'll revert." Or if she'll have to get the Doctor.

...Oh, that'll be fun. Attempting to give him a shot in his current state, later.

[metody-green.livejournal.com]

He'll be terribly embarassed if he remembers eating bone in front of her. He's making good progress through the bone, eating every particle of it, chewing frantically - and there is likely more of it than he should be able to contain.

[gears-of-gold.livejournal.com]

Given what she knows about Metody and his ability to manipulate bone, this doesn't surprise her as much as one would think, she watches him thoughtfully, though.

And that's about when Ding notices their guest, and unlike Bella, he has no idea who or even what this new little creature is. Ding peeeers from the workbench and makes a sort of curious ticking-clicking noise.

[metody-green.livejournal.com]

He stretches and yawns hugely, and little flats of bone extrude through his skin. For a moment, he looks like a stegosaurus-lemur, mightiest of the prehistoric lemurs! Then they flatten down, forming armor over his spine and the top of his head.

He leaps to the floor, dropping the steak, and sniffs curiously at Ding.

[gears-of-gold.livejournal.com]

Huh, interesting. He adapted and absorbed the bone as plates. She finds this fascinating--and even if he doesn't remember this, she will. And much to his dismay, she may end up asking about it. Bella lunges forward and catches the steak with her mechanical hand, moving to dispose of it while Metody is distracted by Ding.

Ding blinks at Metody with a quiet little clink. DING? He almost asks, curious.

[metody-green.livejournal.com]

He sniffs at Ding again, then leaps, aiming to land on top of him.

And he squeals, loudly and piercingly. "Yeeek!"

[gears-of-gold.livejournal.com]

Ding makes a surprised series of mechanical sounds and ends up flailing a whole lot. Given the number of legs plus the two arms, this is a whole lotta flailin'.

Bella comes back to this, blinking, "Ack! What the hell?"

[metody-green.livejournal.com]

And Metody goes flailing as well, desperately scrabbling to keep to his feet, tail flipping back and forth.