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13 Griffin Way, Saturday Morning
May. 23rd, 2009 08:23 amOne second, Tyler was having an ordinary Saturday morning. He'd gone for a run, showered, and was rummaging around in the cabinet for coffee filters.
The next second, he wasn't there any longer. Maybe it was something he'd eaten; maybe the island had just noticed he'd racked up two years total on the island without an animal transformation and was making up for lost time. Tyler's place had been taken by a mid-sized, chocolate brown goat standing on its hind legs in the middle of a pile of clothes.
The goat bleated wearily -- Tyler had known this would happen someday, but today? -- lowered itself to the ground, and began trying to use its new horns to get the refrigerator open.
[OOC: Open to housemates or visitors.]
The next second, he wasn't there any longer. Maybe it was something he'd eaten; maybe the island had just noticed he'd racked up two years total on the island without an animal transformation and was making up for lost time. Tyler's place had been taken by a mid-sized, chocolate brown goat standing on its hind legs in the middle of a pile of clothes.
The goat bleated wearily -- Tyler had known this would happen someday, but today? -- lowered itself to the ground, and began trying to use its new horns to get the refrigerator open.
[OOC: Open to housemates or visitors.]
