Re: Journal of Sociology [S!6] - [Round One: The Pacific Spire]
05-14-2012, 08:27 PM
Originally posted on MSPA by ~ATH.
Jean felt a sudden jolt, along with a strange feeling. She couldn't quite describe it, but it felt like... not being home? This jolt prompted her to wake up and examine her surroundings. After a three month's long nap, she was finally awake. Her mind and body struggled to get started, but what she saw confirmed her suspicions. This was no longer her hometown, as far as she could tell. Around her, there were 8 different people. Wait. People? Her once-sluggish mind instantly started whirring with excitement, with thoughts of how to greet them and how badly she wanted to meet them and how she had been looking all over for them. She tried to rise up, but she couldn't. She could do nothing except look around. So she looked around, more carefully this time. Out of everybody in this room, there were three women, not counting herself. One could use a bit more work, another could at least wear clothes, but the last one was gorgeous. Those mysterious sparking eyes, that exquisite glittering dress. She fell in love right away. She wanted so badly to meet this mysterious yet perfect example of beauty, but there was nothing she could do to further her beauty. So, with great difficulty, she averted her gaze to the other two women. One was, quite frankly, a mess. Hideously tacky leather armor covered her, and she obscured her visage with a horrible mask! This is not how a woman should be! She flared with indignation at this sight, yet she resolved to meet up with her and give her all the help she could. The other one was curiously unclothed. She only ever saw the unclothed woman in pornographic magazines, yet this one did not look like any of those women. She was still as beautiful as a proper woman, though, and her look could only be improved by the addition of clothes. Jean would be glad to help her fulfill that need for clothes.
Jean was barely even paying attention to the Sociologist's lecture. A battle or something was going on, but she had little interest in violence, so she disregarded everything the Sociologist said and continued to study the others. The other 5 people were all males. She did not really like males so much, but in her magazines, all the males were being gazed at with adoration by the beautiful women Jean so admired. So, they were very important to women? She would consider this later, once she was finished beautifying the women. Suddenly, the location shifted right in front of her. This time, she saw everything. The immense skyscraper, the silent warfare happening inside, and yes, the people. She was overwhelmed by the immense amount of people in this skyscraper. She had been searching the wasteland for 2 long years, searching for any sign of contact, and she had found none. At least, nobody alive. Yet, right in front of her, was everything she had ever searched for. It was like heaven. She was teleported inside, and she ended up in a rather drab office complex, with men working at desks and pretty women walking back and forth between the offices, doing god knows what.
One by one, the jackets rose up, with precious magazines in tow, to form the torso. Following that, the mittens poked out of the sleeves, the T-shirts crawled on the outside, and the whole thing rose up a little. Pants over pants formed the legs, a scarf slithered up and covered her neck, and everything was crammed into a vaguely humanoid form. Then it became too tight, so it exploded outwards. Clothes scattered everywhere. Once again, it attempted to form a humanoid form, but not too tight this time. After a while, the form held. It shook every which way, threatening to collapse. But it didn't. Finally, Jean had reformed herself. Her form was still more haphazard than she had planned, but it was better than nothing. For now, she finally had something to do. She had forgotten how to move, so her body moved awkwardly, as she recalcibrated her motions and learned how to walk all over again. Every action she made was painfully slow, but her mind was just the opposite. Her thoughts were rushing all over the place, crashing into each other. It was all very chaotic, and for a while, she couldn't think straight. Eventually, she noticed that others were staring at her. A small crowd of women had built up, and they all looked rather frightened at the scene before them. But, look how pretty they are! Those business suits could be improved, though. Slowly, she commanded her scarf to slither towards one of them, the prettiest one. It came to a rest around her neck. Predictably, she started screaming, yelling at others to get it off. The other women also screamed, and chaos erupted. She didn't know what was going on, but she had the feeling it was all her fault.
Jean felt a sudden jolt, along with a strange feeling. She couldn't quite describe it, but it felt like... not being home? This jolt prompted her to wake up and examine her surroundings. After a three month's long nap, she was finally awake. Her mind and body struggled to get started, but what she saw confirmed her suspicions. This was no longer her hometown, as far as she could tell. Around her, there were 8 different people. Wait. People? Her once-sluggish mind instantly started whirring with excitement, with thoughts of how to greet them and how badly she wanted to meet them and how she had been looking all over for them. She tried to rise up, but she couldn't. She could do nothing except look around. So she looked around, more carefully this time. Out of everybody in this room, there were three women, not counting herself. One could use a bit more work, another could at least wear clothes, but the last one was gorgeous. Those mysterious sparking eyes, that exquisite glittering dress. She fell in love right away. She wanted so badly to meet this mysterious yet perfect example of beauty, but there was nothing she could do to further her beauty. So, with great difficulty, she averted her gaze to the other two women. One was, quite frankly, a mess. Hideously tacky leather armor covered her, and she obscured her visage with a horrible mask! This is not how a woman should be! She flared with indignation at this sight, yet she resolved to meet up with her and give her all the help she could. The other one was curiously unclothed. She only ever saw the unclothed woman in pornographic magazines, yet this one did not look like any of those women. She was still as beautiful as a proper woman, though, and her look could only be improved by the addition of clothes. Jean would be glad to help her fulfill that need for clothes.
Jean was barely even paying attention to the Sociologist's lecture. A battle or something was going on, but she had little interest in violence, so she disregarded everything the Sociologist said and continued to study the others. The other 5 people were all males. She did not really like males so much, but in her magazines, all the males were being gazed at with adoration by the beautiful women Jean so admired. So, they were very important to women? She would consider this later, once she was finished beautifying the women. Suddenly, the location shifted right in front of her. This time, she saw everything. The immense skyscraper, the silent warfare happening inside, and yes, the people. She was overwhelmed by the immense amount of people in this skyscraper. She had been searching the wasteland for 2 long years, searching for any sign of contact, and she had found none. At least, nobody alive. Yet, right in front of her, was everything she had ever searched for. It was like heaven. She was teleported inside, and she ended up in a rather drab office complex, with men working at desks and pretty women walking back and forth between the offices, doing god knows what.
One by one, the jackets rose up, with precious magazines in tow, to form the torso. Following that, the mittens poked out of the sleeves, the T-shirts crawled on the outside, and the whole thing rose up a little. Pants over pants formed the legs, a scarf slithered up and covered her neck, and everything was crammed into a vaguely humanoid form. Then it became too tight, so it exploded outwards. Clothes scattered everywhere. Once again, it attempted to form a humanoid form, but not too tight this time. After a while, the form held. It shook every which way, threatening to collapse. But it didn't. Finally, Jean had reformed herself. Her form was still more haphazard than she had planned, but it was better than nothing. For now, she finally had something to do. She had forgotten how to move, so her body moved awkwardly, as she recalcibrated her motions and learned how to walk all over again. Every action she made was painfully slow, but her mind was just the opposite. Her thoughts were rushing all over the place, crashing into each other. It was all very chaotic, and for a while, she couldn't think straight. Eventually, she noticed that others were staring at her. A small crowd of women had built up, and they all looked rather frightened at the scene before them. But, look how pretty they are! Those business suits could be improved, though. Slowly, she commanded her scarf to slither towards one of them, the prettiest one. It came to a rest around her neck. Predictably, she started screaming, yelling at others to get it off. The other women also screamed, and chaos erupted. She didn't know what was going on, but she had the feeling it was all her fault.
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