Stanton Residence: Those who can't, teach.

by **Simon Kipling** » Sun Apr 17, 2011 4:01 pm

"Alright." Simon gave the knob on the washer a turn before patting his hands together as if to clean them off. "The living room should be a good spot. Help me move some of the furniture out of the way would you?"

by **Will Stanton** » Sun Apr 17, 2011 4:03 pm

"Ooooook," Will said, sliding the big sofa out of the way.

by **Simon Kipling** » Sun Apr 17, 2011 4:40 pm

Simon moved the coffee table and other small furniture, making for a nice big area to work in.

"Alright. Before we get too creative, I wanna get an idea of just how good you are already." He said, standing up straight. "Here's the scenario. It's a covert operation, pure sneaking and intel gathering. There is gonna be a meeting in this room and you have to get as much information as possible. But these guys are paranoid. They're going to be checking for surveillance equipment. So you've got to look totally natural and part of the room, but still have some senses to get the information."

by **Will Stanton** » Sun Apr 17, 2011 4:50 pm

"Right, OK..." Will said, looking around and peeling off his shirt to reveal the unstable molecule stuff he wore underneath...and immediately started thinning out, his arms merging and melding in with his sides, his legs, too, solidifying and ending on in a point as he shrank, with a pen lying there in the middle of the room, at the end of it.

by **Simon Kipling** » Sun Apr 17, 2011 5:09 pm

Simon knelt down, looking at the tiny Will with a little smirk. "Impressive. I was expecting a lamp or a potted plant or something. But this'll do nicely." He picked up the pen and decided to test it, pressing on the button on one end before rolling the ball point on his palm.

by **Will Stanton** » Sun Apr 17, 2011 5:25 pm

IT did, in fact, leave a black mark, just like you would expect a pen to do! Amazing, that.

by **Simon Kipling** » Sun Apr 17, 2011 7:02 pm

"Very nice Will, very nice. But now comes the hard part." Simon held the Will-pen in both hands and suddenly snapped it in half using his rather surprising strength.

by **Will Stanton** » Sun Apr 17, 2011 7:27 pm

Ink squirted out, as you would expect, before clogging up, as the top half reformed into a tiny Will.

"Arrrrghh," he groaned.

by **Simon Kipling** » Sun Apr 17, 2011 7:40 pm

"Hey, not bad." Simon said. He checked the remaining part of the pen, seeing if the insides actually looked like a pen.

"Sorry about that, but it's something you need to consider. When you take the form of a house plant, are you going to make the soil and roots below the surface too? If not, what happens if someone knocks you over? If you're a chair and someone smashes you over another person's head, are you going to have wood grain inside where you splinter? Nails? I wanted to see if you made stuff below the surface before you needed them." Simon looked as his hands. "You can, uh, soak this ink up whenever you're ready."

by **Will Stanton** » Sun Apr 17, 2011 7:43 pm

The interior did look something like a pen--even more so if he wasn't quite 100% sure how pens worked!

"Well, it's usually not an issue," he said, groaning just a little bit more as he sat up in Simon's hand.

by **Simon Kipling** » Sun Apr 17, 2011 7:58 pm

"No, usually it's not. But when it does become an issue, that's when you'll need to have done it ahead of time." Simon said.

"Are you okay?"

by **Will Stanton** » Sun Apr 17, 2011 7:59 pm

"Yeah....yeah, I'll be fine. That was just....I mean, OW."

by **Simon Kipling** » Sun Apr 17, 2011 8:03 pm

"Well, if you were expecting it you might have reacted differently. I wanted to surprise you." Simon gave the tiny Will a reassuring pat on the head with his finger. "Hey, you did good. It wasn't exact, but pretty good. I think you should spend a little time taking things like this apart and just looking at what's inside them. If you know how they work, you'll know how to make yourself work."

by **Will Stanton** » Sun Apr 17, 2011 8:04 pm

"What? I mean, it works just fine--who takes apart their pen?"

by **Simon Kipling** » Sun Apr 17, 2011 8:58 pm

"I do all the time when I'm bored." Simon shrugged. "It's not just about when someone does something on purpose, it's also about when they do it on accident. If you were imitating a plant and someone knocked you off the table, would you be able to make the soil and roots and such in time that when the pot smashed you'd be convincing?"

by **Will Stanton** » Sun Apr 17, 2011 9:07 pm

"Probably not," Will admitted. "That's something I'd have to do ahead of time---of course, then, I'm sacrificing mobility. It's a tradeoff."

by **Simon Kipling** » Mon Apr 18, 2011 11:57 am

"Yeah, and that's things you'll have to consider. I'm not trying to force you to change your ways Will. I'm just trying to help you consider and prepare for different things."

Simon carefully set Will back down on the floor, kneeling down. "... maybe we should try something a little more abstract and less painful."

by **Will Stanton** » Mon Apr 18, 2011 3:14 pm

"Less painful is certainly preferable," he grumbled, a little bit, but was returning to his normal happier self. "Next time, I get to snap YOU in half."

by **Simon Kipling** » Tue Apr 19, 2011 11:14 am

"The only way I'd let that happen is definitely not something your wife would approve of." Simon smirked. "Unless maybe she wanted to wear a corset too."

Simon stood up as Will reformed, looking around the flat. "Do you have any plain paper?"

by **Will Stanton** » Tue Apr 19, 2011 4:16 pm

"Yeah, sure--printer paper good?"

by **Simon Kipling** » Tue Apr 19, 2011 4:47 pm

"Oh yeah, that'll do fine. I think you'll like this one better." Simon nodded.

by **Will Stanton** » Tue Apr 19, 2011 4:51 pm

"Right-o..." he said, jogging off, and coming back with a ream of paper.

"So, what's all this, then? Do you need to diagram somthing?"

by **Simon Kipling** » Wed Apr 20, 2011 12:53 pm

"Nope! We're going to try something that your daughter will be able to help you out with." Simon said as he sat down on the floor, spreading out some of the paper.

"Will, when you were a pen, being written with didn't hurt, right? Lets try some crayons and see how they work."

by **Will Stanton** » Wed Apr 20, 2011 12:54 pm

"Crayons? Uh, sure, ok. Yeah, that didn't hurt--what color did you want?" Will asked, quizzingly.

by **Simon Kipling** » Wed Apr 20, 2011 12:59 pm

"Colour? Will, come on now. One crayon's no good, you've got to make a whole box."

by **Will Stanton** » Wed Apr 20, 2011 1:08 pm

"...a whole box of crayons? Like, with individual removable crayons and everything?"

by **Simon Kipling** » Wed Apr 20, 2011 1:09 pm

"Sure, why not? You wanted a challenge, right?" Simon leaned back a bit, propping up his back with his tail. "I'll make it easier for you. I'll only take one crayon out of the box at a time."

by **Will Stanton** » Wed Apr 20, 2011 1:10 pm

"Alright....16 colors?" he said, a little warily.

by **Simon Kipling** » Wed Apr 20, 2011 1:22 pm

"That should be fine." Simon nodded. "Baby steps."

by **Will Stanton** » Wed Apr 20, 2011 1:23 pm

"Alright..." he said, looking at Simon with a "I hope you know what you're doing" kinda look.

And with that he dwindled, and yet became wider, too, proportionally, as his head rolled back to create an open top to the box, with sixteen little spikey crayons sticking out the top.

The box looked Crayola, but was branded Will.

by **Simon Kipling** » Wed Apr 20, 2011 1:45 pm

Simon picked up the box and looked at it before smirking. "Oh, that's a nice touch." He chuckled, noticing the WILL label. He set the box down before he laid down on his stomach. Picking the box up again he gave it a little shake to loosen the crayons before attempting to remove a light green crayon.

by **Will Stanton** » Wed Apr 20, 2011 1:48 pm

For a second it was stuck in there, and Simon would have to put a decent amount of pressure on it--but eventually,it slid out with an audible 'pop'.

The crayon, too, was labeled with Will branding.

by **Simon Kipling** » Wed Apr 20, 2011 1:50 pm

"We can always chalk that up to them having melted a bit to the box." Simon said, trying to reassure Will. Setting the box back down, he started scribbling on the paper, a sort of green splotch with a pair of green dots beneath it. When he was done he put the crayon back, reaching for another colour.

by **Will Stanton** » Wed Apr 20, 2011 1:55 pm

Again, the effort required to remove it, but it wasn't too bad.

The one thing he would notice was that if he used one crayon for an extended period of time, it would get rather soft.

by **Simon Kipling** » Wed Apr 20, 2011 2:47 pm

"Will, crayons melt in the sun, not in my hands." Simon said softly. He wasn't being critical, just trying to encourage the boy. "You can hold it together, I know you can."

by **Will Stanton** » Wed Apr 20, 2011 2:50 pm

With his encouragement, the crayon began to harden back up again, though it was a rather constant battle, going harder and softer as Simon worked with it.

The ones in the box, however, were perfectly fine.

by **Simon Kipling** » Wed Apr 20, 2011 4:05 pm

Simon kept switching out the crayons, until his picture was almost done. He'd drawn a little crayon version of Will, with stick arms and legs ending in balls for hands and feet, and all coloured in. All that was left was the shirt. He picked out a purple crayon and started drawing, pausing for a moment before making little bumps for breasts and a sucked in waist. Yeah, that green hair did look a little long didn't it?

"Geeze Will, you keep going soft on me. I bet you don't have trouble staying hard for Sara. There, done." He said, placing the crayon back in the box and closing it.

by **Will Stanton** » Wed Apr 20, 2011 4:12 pm

The box snapped shut with a click, and Will began reforming, slowly.

"So? How was it?"

by **Simon Kipling** » Wed Apr 20, 2011 4:13 pm

"Except for the little bit of melting, just like the real thing." Simon picked up the piece of paper as he stayed laying on the floor, holding it up for Will to see.

by **Will Stanton** » Wed Apr 20, 2011 4:16 pm

"Cute. So you haven't gone past your OWN crayon skills in the past, oh, twenty years?" he teased.

"I really...well, it was hard to....I couldn't really tell WHAT you were doing."

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