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[nomen_est_numen]

Shen had been outside, in the cold, because it was the largest open space he could find at the moment. He'd been attempting to teach himself how to use that gan dao, possibly under the mistaken impression that if he waved the thing around long enough, muscle memory would kick in.

No such luck.

And to top it off, the sky decided to dump green slime on him and the moment he slipped, he went bouncing across the lawn. He'd fetched up against the door and attempted to roll inside.

Again, luck is not with him. The first flight of stairs he encounters clearly has other plans and he slips, bounces, gains too much momentum, and is now on the ceiling.

Help?

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[faithful_kitsune]

I do say! Do you require assistance up there?

[nomen_est_numen]

"I..." he tugs at the stuff. "I'm afraid so...." Pull tug. "Only, be careful, this stuff is... sticky...."

[faithful_kitsune]

Oh my. Hang on while I find something to give myself a boost.

*She looks around, eventually settling on a chair.*

Strange weather we're having, is it not?

[nomen_est_numen]

"You could say that...." He attempts to pull at least a wing free to reach toward her. "Carefully, now... Watch the--" clatter! "--polearm...."

[faithful_kitsune]

Yeep!

*GRAZE POINT + 1*

How on Earth did you keep that in there?

[nomen_est_numen]

"I can't remember!"

Clearly with the weight shift of the guan dao falling out of his tail, Shen starts to peel off of the ceiling. And that is the single strangest sentence I've typed in a long time.

"Watch out!"

SSSSHRRRRIIIIPP....

[faithful_kitsune]

Oh my good --

*PCHEW! Direct hit, Shen. The two of you collapse on the ground. Thankfully she's got all those tails to cushion the fall.*

Eyuurgh...

[nomen_est_numen]

She has tails to cushion her fall and Shen is covered in what some folks would recognise as flubber. Nothing good can come of this, and nothing does, as he bounces off of her, spins through the air, hits the wall, the floor, another wall, and then manages to grab a door frame in a squawking, cursing pile of robes and feathers. FEATHERS. EVERYWHERE.

"I have had enough of this! What the bloody blue blazes am I covered with and HOW DO I GET IT OFF OF ME?!"

[faithful_kitsune]

I don't know quite now! Would you calm down already so we can figure this out already?

[nomen_est_numen]

Shen falls silent, still clinging to the doorframe as though afraid any movement would send him careening off into the distance like a rubber ball. He even appears to be attempting to catch his breath.

"Right. I just need to... stay still, that's all."

He will do that if it kills him, which it just might.

Out of the corner of his eye he sees someone surreptitiously picking up a few stray feathers from the floor. He sighs. Well, it's not as though he can glue them back on....

[faithful_kitsune]

...*sigh* Honestly, you look so put out. Have you tried hot water and soap yet? Perhaps that is all that is necessary.

[nomen_est_numen]

Shen carefully lets go of the doorframe, sparing the confused restaurant patrons on its other side a glance before taking a veeeeerrrry slow step away from it. "Hmmmm," he ponders.

"Hopefully that'll work." He steps forward quite slowly, reaches down gingerly to pick up the guan dao, and then inches his way down the hall. He'll take the elevator, please and thanks. With how sticky and rubbery this stuff is, he's not going to risk the stairs again.

He stops at the corner and looks back at her. "Er... thank you. For your assistance." Then he eases his way around the corner and off to the elevators.