Nemo has a most peculiar weekend.
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hh_mirror((OOC: This is an open RP to all Nemo's friends, acquaintances, teachers, and anyone else passing by the sorting room. (Though, most won't recognize the little guy on first sight, I'd imagine.) Thanks to Psyche-mun for the chibi!post that inspired this storyline!))
When Nemo awoke from unsettling dreams, he found himself changed in a most peculiar way. The first thing he noticed was that all his toys - his little plastic diver guy, the snow globe from CMOT Dibbler, the shiny beads from his brand-new friend Snooch - seemed strangely very very small. Then he noticed that their edges seemed sort of wobbly fuzzy, as things outside his tank usually did. Then he noticed his tank - and the fact that he was outside of it!
"Aaah! Help!" he shouted, noticing that his voice seemed very loud. He started waving his fins, trying to jump up back inside the tank ... but wait. Those weren't fins at the side of his shoulders - Wha? He had shoulders? - they were hands. And now that he thought about it, he wasn't struggling to breathe, even in the air - he had a nose!
He looked down at himself, orange hair flopping in his eyes, and saw brown skin like the "ab-or-ijja-ne" people his dad had told him about. He wore an orange jacket with white stripes and a pair of orange pants that comfortably seemed to mimic scales. Nemo spread his hands out in front of him and wiggled the fingers - he had fingers! On his left hand, they were strong and flexible, moving independently. On his right hand, they were clumsy, moving all together or not at all.
'Hm,' thought Nemo, I guess I must be still me if I got my lucky fin - er, my lucky hand, I guess ... but what is going on?'
He looked up and saw a note folded over the edge of the tank.
"Hey, kid," it read, "I'm sorry, but I just need a weekend off. You can cart yourself around for a bit now, huh? Have fun! -- Domino."
Nemo blinked.
'I didn't know house elves could do that!', he thought. 'And now I'm here all alone and I'm a people, but I'm not supposed to be a people, I'm supposed to be a clownfish!'
With that, Nemo began to sob.
((OOC: Much homage to Franz Kafka for the way I began Nemo's realization.))
When Nemo awoke from unsettling dreams, he found himself changed in a most peculiar way. The first thing he noticed was that all his toys - his little plastic diver guy, the snow globe from CMOT Dibbler, the shiny beads from his brand-new friend Snooch - seemed strangely very very small. Then he noticed that their edges seemed sort of wobbly fuzzy, as things outside his tank usually did. Then he noticed his tank - and the fact that he was outside of it!
"Aaah! Help!" he shouted, noticing that his voice seemed very loud. He started waving his fins, trying to jump up back inside the tank ... but wait. Those weren't fins at the side of his shoulders - Wha? He had shoulders? - they were hands. And now that he thought about it, he wasn't struggling to breathe, even in the air - he had a nose!
He looked down at himself, orange hair flopping in his eyes, and saw brown skin like the "ab-or-ijja-ne" people his dad had told him about. He wore an orange jacket with white stripes and a pair of orange pants that comfortably seemed to mimic scales. Nemo spread his hands out in front of him and wiggled the fingers - he had fingers! On his left hand, they were strong and flexible, moving independently. On his right hand, they were clumsy, moving all together or not at all.
'Hm,' thought Nemo, I guess I must be still me if I got my lucky fin - er, my lucky hand, I guess ... but what is going on?'
He looked up and saw a note folded over the edge of the tank.
"Hey, kid," it read, "I'm sorry, but I just need a weekend off. You can cart yourself around for a bit now, huh? Have fun! -- Domino."
Nemo blinked.
'I didn't know house elves could do that!', he thought. 'And now I'm here all alone and I'm a people, but I'm not supposed to be a people, I'm supposed to be a clownfish!'
With that, Nemo began to sob.
((OOC: Much homage to Franz Kafka for the way I began Nemo's realization.))
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