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the wing meme

[flashy image of wings goes here]

What's that? You're suddenly not feeling well? You sink down, shuddering, as you feel your blood pool in your back. There's an intense pain beneath the surface, and then---wings, extending freely from your back, of quite the inconvenience to anything you might've been wearing. They've taken on a form that reflects you...feathery like a bird's? Glowing with energy like a circuit? Leathery like a bat's? Mechanical, cloth?

Whatever it is that's on your back, regardless of how unlikely it seems with the wingspan and your body's weight, they'll work. You can fly. Call it magic, call it gravity manipulation, whatever it is...you can fly.

Have fun explaining this to your friends and sorting things out.

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Somehow, the Doctor thinks as he paces in his room, leathery wings are no replacement for the black leathery jacket they destroyed with their growth.

He huffs, folding his hands over his chest while he walks, wings flattened against his back to the best of his ability.. He still wears the tatters of his jumper because he's been too busy to bother with it---he's definitely muttering and pacing, poking at the batty wings with a sneer of displeasure.

"Some help you are. Won't even fly, you'll just keep me out of doorways. The TARDIS can stretch her insides, but there's no fixing that doorway. Or any other doorway. Won't this be pleasant? Can't wait to show the gang."

Rose had been, thankfully, in her own room when the odd growth of new appendages had happened. Nothing quite as dramatic as a pair of large, leathery wings, but her own set of bird sized, gosling-fluffy wings. White in colour, though speckled on the tips. It had taken her no more than ten minutes to cut a pair of holes in another top, fit her 'wings' through (no matter how they scared her), and ... go off to seek the Doctor.

Wherever he was.

The Doctor has been pacing, ceaselessly pacing throughout the space of his room. He tries a sharp turn, testing how far the damn things can stretch before he knocks something over.

Not far, as it turns out. There's a clattering of tools on the floor, and he bends to pick them up---looking up to see Rose in the doorway.

"Rose," he breathed, instantly tossing the things behind him and approaching her, leathery masses towering over his shoulder. "I can fix this. Fairly sure there won't be more changes."

It's unlikely he would have seen the puff balls on her own back yet due to the angle, and to be quite honest she's almost forgotten them in lieu of the leathery pair towering over him. The Doctor was a tall man, and the wings just made him all the more ... imposing wasn't the right word. But something similar.

She only stares for the briefest of moments. It hadn't been just her then. Whatever was going on was TARDIS-wide. ..Well sort of; it was just the two of them on the ship. Still, she looks marginally concerned at the predicament, if a bit .. enamored.

"But .. Where'd they come from?"

He hasn't noticed Rose's yet, of course---he knows her well, but her unease and shock is probably coming from his towering monstrosities. He strides past and gestures for her to follow, twirling his sonic screwdriver in his hand as he made off in the direction of the console room.

"Dunno. That's what we're going to find out. I'm sure something's been picked up."

Once they're in the room, he's stretched them out to their full wingspan again. Can't let them cramp up. He then pauses to look Rose over.

"You feeling all right?"

Billy can think of several reasons that he should be irritated by this bizarre turn of events:

-Mechanics' work often requires him to squeeze into small spaces
-Combat will be more difficult with extra limbs
-The new muscles ache
-Humans can't fly

But instead, he has a new toy to play with of sorts. He's tied an apron around himself as a replacement for a shirt for now, found a quiet place outside, and started to stretch and fold the wings. The sleek blue feathers actually look fairly nice in the sunlight, he supposes---but the full effect in the mirror had been a little disturbing.

He presses on with his tests, putting his worries aside for later. Hey, they can spring out fairly quickly! Neat.

*Margulis' wings are impressive, gigantic red and gold bird wings colored so vibrantly that they almost seem to be made of solid fire. In fact, if you watch carefully, you'll see small tongues of real flame flickering along the feathers without ever seeming to burn them. They sure did burn the tattered, phoenix emboridered longcoat he's discarded, though the remains of the long sleeved black shirt he's still wearing seem fine.*

Well...this is a new brand of inconvenient.

[Billy is still getting the hang of his when he passes in the hallway, wincing in pain as his blue feathers come a bit too close to the burn]

It might be a new way for you to participate in combat, though. They're nice.

Assuming they aren't too easy a target. But I've never had any reason to wish for flight, as I can deal with aerial opponents well enough with ranged attacks or simply by jumping.

Have you tested the flight capabilities yet? Personally, I don't see how it's possible---but no matter what, you have new limbs that can certainly attack.

[He winces and rubs at his feather, fluffy and ridiculous in comparison]

Not yet, no. I was on my way outside to test their dexterity.

*He adjusts his wings as well as he can to get them further away from Billy without touching the walls.*

Maybe we should try a comparison? I'm curious about this too.

[Billy follows, his wings folded tightly against his back.]

And it might be interesting to see if the flames seem to make a difference.*

*Luckily, Margulis lives on the first floor, so getting outside doesn't take long.*

[Billy follows, folding his arms. It's a little cold out here.]

It'd probably be easier to glide, but we risk serious injury if we take off from up high.

*He's got his own wings curled around him now, using the flames to keep himself warm.*

Hmph, you might. I make a habit of jumping from some of these rooftops as part of my ordinary travel.

Then you're headed up?

[He's a little jealous. Okay. Very.]

If I can jump properly with these things.

You're good at jumping, right? Give it a shot.

*The black leathery wings spreading from Tony's back have a distinctly demonic look to them, especially with the dark purple aura that sometimes flickers around them. And for some reason, the way they're held seems natural, as if their owner is used to them.*

Well isn't this just great. Don't tell me I'm going to grow horns next.

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