Stanton Residence: Those who can't, teach.

by **Simon Kipling** » Wed Apr 20, 2011 4:39 pm

"What? I thought it was a pretty good likeness. good enough for your fridge, right?" Simon sat up.

"You couldn't see? I gave you eyes." He said, pointing to the picture.

by **Will Stanton** » Wed Apr 20, 2011 4:45 pm

"I was over in the box. How could I see what your drawing was doing?"

by **Simon Kipling** » Wed Apr 20, 2011 4:55 pm

"... Will, you're right here." Simon said, tapping the paper. "This is crayon on here. Crayon made of you. Just like the ink on my hand was made of you."

by **Will Stanton** » Wed Apr 20, 2011 4:56 pm

"But...but I'm over here, man. If I were to, I dunno, cut your hair and put it somewhere, it wouldn't be part of you anymore, y'know?"

by **Simon Kipling** » Wed Apr 20, 2011 5:07 pm

"But you don't have hair" Simon said firmly. "You don't have blood, or saliva, or anything. You're made of one base material. Will, you were snapped in half and were able to control both halves. How is this any different? The bits and pieces you cast off are every bit a piece of you as your core self."

by **Will Stanton** » Wed Apr 20, 2011 5:09 pm

"I've never been able to control two halves!" Will said, ignoring the still bit of pen that Simon had.

by **Simon Kipling** » Wed Apr 20, 2011 5:15 pm

"There's lots of things you've never been able to do before. Until you did them." Simon said. "And how do you know you haven't? You said yourself you can't remember the stuff that the McDohl bitch put you through."

by **Will Stanton** » Wed Apr 20, 2011 5:18 pm

"So, what, I'm supposed to be standing here AND on the page at the same time? How does THAT work?"

by **Simon Kipling** » Wed Apr 20, 2011 5:41 pm

"That's what we find out. Because, as you can see... you're already there."

by **Will Stanton** » Wed Apr 20, 2011 5:46 pm

"Well, what do you want, exactly, here?" Will said, picking up the piece of paper, and running his hands over the crayon.

by **Simon Kipling** » Wed Apr 20, 2011 5:49 pm

"Will, each crayon I held was separate from you, but you were able to control it. For the most part. How is this any different? Just try something. Without touching it."

by **Will Stanton** » Wed Apr 20, 2011 6:09 pm

"Like....any ideas?" he said, handing the paper to Simon, still clearly highly dubious, but closing his eyes.

by **Simon Kipling** » Wed Apr 20, 2011 6:11 pm

"Well, see if you can sense through it. Or move on the paper. Just... try anything." Simon said. He held the paper up so it was looking back at Will.

by **Will Stanton** » Wed Apr 20, 2011 6:14 pm

"Alright..." he said.

And he stared at the paper. And the paper stared back. And he stared at the paper. And the paper stared back. And he stared at the paper. And the paper stared back. And he stared at the paper. And the paper stared back. And he stared at the paper. And the paper stared back. And he stared at the paper. And the paper stared back. And he stared at the paper. And the paper stared back. And he stared at the paper. And the paper stared back. And he stared at the paper. And the paper stared back. And he stared at the paper. And the paper stared back. And he stared at the paper. And the paper stared back. And he stared at the paper. And the paper stared back. And he stared at the paper. And the paper stared back.

Beads of sweat appeared on his brow, before he sighed...

...or rather, he seemed to sigh. There certainly was a sound like the escape of air from his lungs, but he tottered, and fell down towards Simon, not making any move to catch himself.

by **Simon Kipling** » Wed Apr 20, 2011 6:22 pm

Simon let go of the drawing, letting it flit through the air toward the ground as he rushed to catch Will.

"Will! Dammit, I thought you were all better now. Don't you have a stroke on me."

by **Will Stanton** » Wed Apr 20, 2011 6:29 pm

"I'm...I'm surprisingly alright," a muffled voice game, as Will fell into Simon's arms, deforming and sagging around them.

by **Simon Kipling** » Wed Apr 20, 2011 6:58 pm

Simon looked around for the source of the voice, finding the gooifying Will's lips no longer moving.

by **Will Stanton** » Wed Apr 20, 2011 7:01 pm

"Down here," the tiny woman's voice said, from the general direction of the paper.

by **Simon Kipling** » Wed Apr 20, 2011 8:10 pm

Simon pulled his hands out of big Will and picked up the piece of paper. "... and you doubted yourself."

by **Will Stanton** » Wed Apr 20, 2011 8:15 pm

"I did. I still do...am I alright? The, uh, rest of me, that is?" the crayon Will asked, trying to look over.

by **Simon Kipling** » Sun May 08, 2011 9:00 pm

Simon turned and looked at the pile of Will-goo behind him.

"... oh yeah. You're fine. Peachy."

by **Will Stanton** » Sun May 08, 2011 9:05 pm

"Well, THAT'S a relief...I'm still there? Can't really feel anything..."

by **Simon Kipling** » Sun May 08, 2011 9:19 pm

"Well, that will come with practice." Simon said, trying to reassure Will.

"Now, you have an idea of what you are now, right? How do you feel? Comfortable? Natural?"

by **Will Stanton** » Sun May 08, 2011 9:23 pm

"Frustrated, as I can't seem to move forward....it's very odd," she said, rotating her head to look around. Oddly, even bits Simon hadn't drawn were appearing along with it.

by **Simon Kipling** » Sun May 08, 2011 9:28 pm

"Oh Will, this is awesome. You're creating stuff I haven't even drawn! Even though you're two dimensional, you've got a three-dimensional idea of self in this form. Try facing away from me."

by **Will Stanton** » Sun May 08, 2011 9:32 pm

"Right, OK..." she said, turning around, revelaing the back of the dress.

"....woah, there's, like, nothing here."

by **Simon Kipling** » Sun May 08, 2011 10:01 pm

"Sorry, I guess I should have drawn a little world for you." Simon said. "We can try that next, but..."

He looked down at the crayon Will. "It's clear you can change yourself, you're doing it by making stuff I haven't drawn. Try changing yourself in a different way. I just pulled a McDohl, I made you a girl. Show me who's boss and make yourself a guy again."

by **Will Stanton** » Sun May 08, 2011 10:04 pm

"Yeah, I was gonna ask about that..." she said, turning back around. "Telling us something, are we?" she asked, closing her eyes.

It was hard to tell at this range, but Will eventually announced 'done', though (he?) was apparently still wearing the crayon dress and shoes.

by **Simon Kipling** » Sun May 08, 2011 10:50 pm

"Does it count as cross dressing if you don't have a set gender?" Simon asked, giving CrayonWill and the paper a poke at his stomach area.

by **Will Stanton** » Sun May 08, 2011 10:55 pm

"Gah! Sorry, sorry," he said, concentrating, the purple of the crayon visably melting and reforming into a tight purple training-suit type thing.

"Sorry...wasn't thinking-----I, uh, can';t normally shift clothes......."

by **Simon Kipling** » Mon May 09, 2011 12:46 pm

"Stop apologizing Will." Simon said softly. "Come on, if I'm being a jerk, put me in my place. You're the incredible can-do-anything man, you've got to start acting like it.

"Nice speed suit, by-the-way."

by **Will Stanton** » Mon May 09, 2011 4:19 pm

"You like?" he asked, striking a pose.

"Simon...I trust you. That's the difference here."

by **Simon Kipling** » Mon May 09, 2011 5:05 pm

"Pretty sporty. It needs a V on the breast but otherwise pretty nice." Simon joked.

"Well, I just hope you trust me enough to speak your mind. I don't want you to end over backwards just because you think my feelings will be hurt or something. If I'm pushing too hard or being a creep I want you to tell me."

by **Will Stanton** » Mon May 09, 2011 5:14 pm

"Honestly, I need a bit of pushing, sometimes. Just from someone I trust won't...well, you know," he said, adding a V to the chest.

"...what's the V for?"

by **Simon Kipling** » Mon May 09, 2011 7:41 pm

"Nevermind, it's just from some show I watched as a kid."

"And I dunno how much you can trust me Will. I've already made you into a girl once today. Also I broke you."

by **Will Stanton** » Mon May 09, 2011 7:51 pm

"yeah, you turned me into a girl, but you're yet to shove this piece of paper down your pants and run on your merry way, so you're already one up," he deadpanned.

"And what do you mean, broke me?"

by **Simon Kipling** » Mon May 09, 2011 7:59 pm

"When you were a pen." Simon said.

"... wait, what was that about the pants?"

by **Will Stanton** » Mon May 09, 2011 8:09 pm

"I'm saying you're not taking advantage of me, here. You've got me trapped on a piece of paper, and you've got another body just lying there, and you're not being...I dunno. Untoward. McDohl was. Mel....uh, Mel definitely was."

by **Simon Kipling** » Mon May 09, 2011 8:21 pm

"Will, have you talked to any of the staff about what these people have done to you?" Simon asked.

by **Will Stanton** » Mon May 09, 2011 8:24 pm

"A little bit," he said, "sitting" down. "It's hard. But I've talked to, like Professor Weaver and stuff."

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