This Has Not Been the Field Trip He Signed Up For ((X-Adult First, Maybe More Later))

[fourshelled]

After Athos had been released from Murderworld, the ninja stealthily and silently went farther into New York City. Eventually the turtle found a nice park with some well-used benches. He sat down on one and tried to achieve utter stillness.

What Athos achieved instead was a transformation into a redheaded teenager sitting on a park bench. Pete looked around nervously. He wasn't sure where he was. Or where his chaperone was. He rubbed his hands together and watched life go by.

This place wasn't filled with mutants, but he still felt very alone. He wondered if there were even pay phones around any more. Though he wasn't sure who he would call.

So, he decided to sit there until someone found him or he got a better idea.

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Re: Kitchen

[dolemeck]

Dolemeck became flustered, realizing Pete had not ignored him, that he was trying to get him to be friends with Topher instead.

"Well, Pete, even if you do not make your schedule... I do not mind waiting." He gave a small smile. "I mean, only if you want to be friends! You do not have to be, and I will not force you."

He gave out a sigh and returned his attention to Profession Franklin, wondering if his ability to walk was even a possibility, or just some silly fantasy.

Re: Kitchen

[fourshelled]

Pete eyed the sandwich for a moment. Then he wolfed it down. He wiped his chin with his hand. He opened his mouth to reply except he burped. As it reverberated in the kitchen, his skin turned green and scaly.

In Pete's place was Porthos. "Duuuuuuuude."

The turtle scratched his neck and looked around. "Uh oh. Miss Blaire's wave."

Re: Kitchen

[firstbornrichards]

"Dolemeck ... I'm really not the person to be asking about that, certainly not about when it can happen. That's really the responsibility of- somewhat, the Headmaster, but mostly, the medical staff at the Institute. I'm sorry, but I really can't give you a firm answer on that."

When Pete turned into Porthos, Franklin couldn't help but sigh slightly. Of course. It did help to distract a little from the awkward situation, though.

Re: Kitchen

[dolemeck]

"Well, it was just you mentioned it and... I'm sorry. I will inquire with Head Mistress Ramsey when she is available." His eyes widened as he now saw Porthos in the place of Pete. That was quicker than expected, and he tried to remain calm.

"Good evening, Porthos." He tried to smile as best he could.

Re: Kitchen

[fourshelled]

"Evenin', gentle dudes." He turned slowly to find the nearest exit. Once he found it, he stopped.

"I should drop out of this wave. Miss Blaire scares turtle-kind. She's the big kahuna of this place without a taste for our laisse faire eating 'tudes." He nodded to both.

"Hang loose, brahs." He headed toward the exit.