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For a few seconds, there's nothing but darkness.
If it's true that lack of sight causes other senses to be enhanced, then that's kinda unfortunate, because the smell of old sweat hangs heavy in the air here. It's comforting. Somehow.
Light creeps in soon enough, ushered along by the sound of a zipper being pulled. Loudly. Finally an object comes into focus and it's a face. A giant face. Like, movie screen sized. Eddy Waxweiler could probably do a better job cleaning his pores and, oh– the ground is suddenly moving, up, up, fast, like an elevator, and then abruptly stopping again.
"You again," Eddy's normally soft voice booms, and large raccoon ringed eyes look directly down at the assembled.
From this vantage point, it becomes clear that this memory takes place in the dormitories. The sophomore ones, specifically, based on the arrangement of the room. School issued desks and bunks line the walls and some are kept far more fastidiously tidy than others. The nearest - presumably Eddy's - falls within the general cleaniness level of 'lived in'. A framed photo, a model of the Apollo Lunar Module, and a Fergus O'Malley poster are all intentionally placed around the desk, while school papers, a half-empty bottle of black nail polish, an unopened bag of potato chips, and a cheap ballpoint pen are scattered across the surface. Every so often one of the mothers in the photo takes a moment away from her young scuffed-up sons to shake her head in disapproval at the mess.
Far below, a now-opened mahogany and slate equipment bag full of Keeper gear sits near Eddy's feet. A small hole has been chewed through a side seam.
It's all pretty standard. Except the part where everything seems at least fifty feet tall.
Oh.
This memory belongs to a mouse. Probably the five foot tall one that just got frozen gnawing on the giant hand that everyone's perched on.
A surprised hiss of pain escapes from Eddy as the mouse sinks her teeth into his palm. "Not food," he scolds gently, carefully carrying the small fuzzy trespasser over to his desk. She leaps from his hand before he has a chance to set her down and immediately beelines for the potato chip bag.
"Not good for you," he chides when she starts to chew on the plastic, but he opens it up all the same and offers her one of the chips inside. The mouse greedily grabs the chip between her teeth and then launches herself into the safety of the potato chip cave to devour her prize. Eddy sets the bag down and then crouches beside his desk, so the mouse is at his eye level as he watches her feast. She shows no signs of slowing down.
"Guess you can stay," he admits defeat with a sigh. A few more seconds pass and he reaches a finger into the bag to stroke the mouse's fur. "So what do I call you?"
Nearby Eddy's feet, the floor vent slides open with a loud metallic clank.
Edited (a VERY important memory lmao) 2020-06-17 15:06 (UTC)
MEMORY: Honey I Shrunk The Kids
[CRITERIA: minimum replies 8, reach the potato chip bag]
For a few seconds, there's nothing but darkness.
If it's true that lack of sight causes other senses to be enhanced, then that's kinda unfortunate, because the smell of old sweat hangs heavy in the air here. It's comforting. Somehow.
Light creeps in soon enough, ushered along by the sound of a zipper being pulled. Loudly. Finally an object comes into focus and it's a face. A giant face. Like, movie screen sized. Eddy Waxweiler could probably do a better job cleaning his pores and, oh– the ground is suddenly moving, up, up, fast, like an elevator, and then abruptly stopping again.
"You again," Eddy's normally soft voice booms, and large raccoon ringed eyes look directly down at the assembled.
From this vantage point, it becomes clear that this memory takes place in the dormitories. The sophomore ones, specifically, based on the arrangement of the room. School issued desks and bunks line the walls and some are kept far more fastidiously tidy than others. The nearest - presumably Eddy's - falls within the general cleaniness level of 'lived in'. A framed photo, a model of the Apollo Lunar Module, and a Fergus O'Malley poster are all intentionally placed around the desk, while school papers, a half-empty bottle of black nail polish, an unopened bag of potato chips, and a cheap ballpoint pen are scattered across the surface. Every so often one of the mothers in the photo takes a moment away from her young scuffed-up sons to shake her head in disapproval at the mess.
Far below, a now-opened mahogany and slate equipment bag full of Keeper gear sits near Eddy's feet. A small hole has been chewed through a side seam.
It's all pretty standard. Except the part where everything seems at least fifty feet tall.
Oh.
This memory belongs to a mouse. Probably the five foot tall one that just got frozen gnawing on the giant hand that everyone's perched on.
MEMORY: Honey I Shrunk The Kids
"Not good for you," he chides when she starts to chew on the plastic, but he opens it up all the same and offers her one of the chips inside. The mouse greedily grabs the chip between her teeth and then launches herself into the safety of the potato chip cave to devour her prize. Eddy sets the bag down and then crouches beside his desk, so the mouse is at his eye level as he watches her feast. She shows no signs of slowing down.
"Guess you can stay," he admits defeat with a sigh. A few more seconds pass and he reaches a finger into the bag to stroke the mouse's fur. "So what do I call you?"
Nearby Eddy's feet, the floor vent slides open with a loud metallic clank.