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[The audio picks up with the thump of a door closing. Olive is getting the hell off the deck.] Is anyone else hearing shit up on deck? God, that was the creepiest thing, and I swear, if someone was just out of sight and mumbling things? I'm going to hit you. Because now I've got nightmare fodder for days. There are reasons I skip out on horror movies. It's just not my thing.

Does anyone else have to deal with huge Items? Cause this is starting to get ridiculous. I need to bring my bag with me everywhere I go just so I'm not holding it in my hand the whole time. [Because walking around with a giant vibrator is just kind of odd.] If a kid named Brandon from Ojai shows up, direct him to me. I'm going to beat him with this thing. [Oh God he might like it.] Or something.

[And here are the sounds of a fiddling door.] Great, now my door's stu-- HOLY SHIT!

[Enjoy those annoying scrabbling sounds of movement, then a clatter; she dropped her device when she threw herself against the opposite wall and lol, like hell is she getting closer to the door to pick it up.]

Holy - oh my God whoever's in there, come out. How did you even - it was locked...

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...Okay, don't rip it out, please. I like some semblance of privacy. Even if this is seriously violating it.

No promises. [He flashes a cocky grin, and then starts to morph.]

[After a very gross fifteen seconds, David's gone and in his place is a dinosaur. A Gallimimus, to be precise. He waves his Gallimimus hands in a 'ta-da' gesture and then approaches the door confidently.]

Holy shit.

[Olive was no prepared for that. At all. You're a freaking dinosaur, man. Do you think like a dinosaur? Are you an herbivore? Olive is backing the hell up.]

Uh - maybe we should, uh, rethink this.

< Relax. I have everything under control. >

[David barely even heard what she said. He's all-but-strutting as he makes his way to the door and turns around, and if a dinosaur could smirk, this one would be smirking. He plants himself, gathers the strength in his legs and slams that door with everything he's got...

... and tumbles head over dinosaur heels as the door's split in two. All semblance of badassery gone, David's left lying in a very undignified pile of dinosaur with the two pieces of the door between him.]

< ... Ooooooor maybe not. >

[Was that a voice in her mind. Ohhhh holy shit. Olive is trying not to snort. Or facepalm. Or eye roll.]

I'm stealing your door. Just so you know.

[At that moment, David is just glad that Will or Tim didn't see this. Shaking his head, he picks himself up with all the dignity he can manage.]

< Like hell. >

Hey, you broke mine!

...

But while you're there, think you could, uh. Take a look around?

< Uh, sure. >

[His birdlike head flicks back and forth, as he takes measure of Olive's room. It's... pretty normal, actually.]

< You gonna tell me what I'm looking for? >

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....Things that could hold the door in place? Or, you know. Slam against it. People hiding in the closet? ...You owe me for the door.

< Good grief. > [He looks back at Olive just long enough to roll his dino eyes.] < You know how hard it's gonna be to open your closet like this? >

[But he dutifully turns his attention to said closet, and after a few minutes of scrabbling at the handle, manages to get it open. He peeks his head inside, looks around, and finds...]

< Well, there's a dead body, but otherwise it looks normal. > [There's not, but he couldn't resist the opportunity.]

[She isn't quite gullible enough to jump and scream, but it deeeefinitely gives her pause.]

I really hope you're just comically bad at jokes. [And she's leaning around to check and make sure that there is NOT a body in the closet. :|]

< Oh, please. I've told way worse jokes than that. > [He trots back and gives her a dino smirk.]

< I'm demorphing, so you might wanna look away if it was too gross the first time. >

Yeeaah that's - a very good call. [And she's trying not to make a face before turning away, rubbing a hand over her eyes. This boat is cray cray.]

Are you done yet?

"I am now." [And he spreads his hands and wiggles his fingers, just to show he is indeed all human again. Geez, she could be at least a little impressed.]

[She likes to hide behind her walls. And is totally resisting the urge to poke him and make sure this shit is real.

...

For a minute and a half. She might just tap his shoulder. It's a fake poke.]

So, uh. How the hell did you turn into an extinct dinosaur to break my door?

[He just gives her a look when she fake pokes his shoulder. His shoulder is definitely real.]

I acquired a few dinosaurs back when the Barge docked at Jurassic Park.

[If this explanation is unsatisfying, it's just because he assumes his ability is common knowledge now.]

So you can just...turn into whatever you acquire? [Seriously she should learn more about her neighbors. Who lives on her other side. Are there more morphers.] How do you acquire something? I mean, is there a moment where you just hold your hand over it and proclaim 'this is now mine,' or what?

Pretty much, yeah. [And because he can't resist any opportunity to talk about his powers, he just plows right into it.] It works by touch. I touch something, I concentrate a little and bam, it's acquired. Any animal... or any person. [smirks.]

Ooo-hoookay, Creepo, that poke is the last time we touch. [It's definitely a DNW thing to say, but Olive can shove enough humor in to make it seem less GTFO than it could sound.]

Too late, I already acquired you. [But a few seconds later he starts laughing; he can't keep a straight face.]

[That got a squinty eyed look for the few seconds he wasn't laughing, but she joined in with a slightly more awkward ah hah hah.] Funny. Really...really funny.

[Sorry Olive; his taste in humor is terrible. :o] You shoulda seen the look on your face! [He shakes his head, still smiling.] Relax, you'd know if I'd acquired you. Acquiring puts you in a trance, you'd feel all spacey for a few seconds.

Good to know. If I ever feel trancey, I'm coming after you. [Not that she could do anything. Would it be morally bankrupt to have Heero kick his butt for her?]

Hey, if you space out and I'm not around, you can't blame me. [He's still got no idea Olive is Heero's warden, and considering how the last conversation between those two went... that's probably for the best.]

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[Spam] Oh, fine. -_- (1/2)

[Spam] Just don't blame me for breaking the door. (2/2)

[Spam] So much FFFFFFFFFFFFFFing going on.

[Spam] And all because David's a showoff.

[Spam] Pft.

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