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	The coming of August often brought with it late summer thunderstorms. It was something Nicholas had looked forward to as a child, the spectacular show awing him greatly from his bedroom window in the suburbs. Lashing wind and rain, roiling clouds backlit by the flashes, the rolling rumble echoing off of the neighboring houses...		The coming of August often brought with it late summer thunderstorms. It was something Nicholas had looked forward to as a child, the spectacular show awing him greatly from his bedroom window in the suburbs. Lashing wind and rain, roiling clouds backlit by the flashes, the rolling rumble echoing off of the neighboring houses...

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	The coming of August often brought with it late summer thunderstorms. It was something Nicholas had looked forward to as a child, the spectacular show awing him greatly from his bedroom window in the suburbs. Lashing wind and rain, roiling clouds backlit by the flashes, the rolling rumble echoing off of the neighboring houses...		The coming of August often brought with it late summer thunderstorms. It was something Nicholas had looked forward to as a child, the spectacular show awing him greatly from his bedroom window in the suburbs. Lashing wind and rain, roiling clouds backlit by the flashes, the rolling rumble echoing off of the neighboring houses...

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Bryan: Put this one on hiatus too. Will get back to it. :)

2007-08-21T03:50:17Z

Put this one on hiatus too. Will get back to it. :)

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 It had of course been obvious that whatever had happened was something beyond his understanding, possibly anyone's understanding. But now it wasn't clear whether there'd be any help at all coming, useless though it may be. Nick nestled his shrunken body tighter in the small space at the top of the closet, tail curled protectively around his feet. The shock was starting to wear off and more serious concerns starting to sink in.
-It would be a long night. He wished Katrina were there.
+It was going to be a long night. He wished Katrina was with him.
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 Angela's family lived half a continent away in California, safe if anyone was. But the thought sparked a new and even more worried sigh from Katrina as she wondered where Nick was, and whether he was sporting an orange crest of his own by now.
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Bryan: removing custom sizing in separators, I've standardized the proportions so they all look nice at the default size

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	Then he was flying through the air, the wave passing through him and leaving mundane physics to pick up where it had left off. Nick curled into a ball as he crashed backward into the bushes, the leaves and branches lashing at him but at least serving to cushion his landing to some degree. He was still winded when he hit the ground, though, and combined with the temporary blindness and deafness of the lightning strike it left him unable to do anything except cower helplessly in the storm.		Then he was flying through the air, the wave passing through him and leaving mundane physics to pick up where it had left off. Nick curled into a ball as he crashed backward into the bushes, the leaves and branches lashing at him but at least serving to cushion his landing to some degree. He was still winded when he hit the ground, though, and combined with the temporary blindness and deafness of the lightning strike it left him unable to do anything except cower helplessly in the storm.

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	He had lost track of time, certainly, but even so the wind seemed to die down surprisingly quickly. It couldn't have taken him all that long to regain his senses, after all.		He had lost track of time, certainly, but even so the wind seemed to die down surprisingly quickly. It couldn't have taken him all that long to regain his senses, after all.
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	It would be a long night. He wished Katrina were there.		It would be a long night. He wished Katrina were there.

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	Katrina was having a hard time keeping her scientific detachment. The experiment had gone awry, which was to be expected with something this far on the fringe of science. The plan had been to attempt to get a photon to tunnel through a grid of microscopic charged columns on a silicon chip. Ideally, the photon would come out the other side nanoseconds before it went in - a seemingly trivial instance of actual time travel that could have profound uses in computer design years down the road. In the worst case, they'd worried about some sort of feedback that would burn out the chip. It had cost a few thousand dollars to have it custom made.		Katrina was having a hard time keeping her scientific detachment. The experiment had gone awry, which was to be expected with something this far on the fringe of science. The plan had been to attempt to get a photon to tunnel through a grid of microscopic charged columns on a silicon chip. Ideally, the photon would come out the other side nanoseconds before it went in - a seemingly trivial instance of actual time travel that could have profound uses in computer design years down the road. In the worst case, they'd worried about some sort of feedback that would burn out the chip. It had cost a few thousand dollars to have it custom made.
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	Katrina's scaly skin twitched as a shiver ran down her length. ''Very good question,'' she repeated to herself. Whatever had happened was unprecedented, there was no telling what sort of range it might have had or what the effect on the world outside had been. She reached out a clawed forelimb to help Angela up and she hesitantly accepted it. "Let's get out of here and figure it out," Katrina suggested.		Katrina's scaly skin twitched as a shiver ran down her length. ''Very good question,'' she repeated to herself. Whatever had happened was unprecedented, there was no telling what sort of range it might have had or what the effect on the world outside had been. She reached out a clawed forelimb to help Angela up and she hesitantly accepted it. "Let's get out of here and figure it out," Katrina suggested.

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	The physics building was eerily like the set of some sort of horror movie. They were lit just barely bright enough for Katrina to see, the spotty emergency lighting and the strange profusion of vegetation covering everything leaving much of the place cloaked in threatening shadows. The old building creaked slightly, perhaps not happy with what the roots had done to its structure, and there was wind rushing through broken windows behind the jammed doors. And, of course, there was a pack of monsters stalking the halls.		The physics building was eerily like the set of some sort of horror movie. They were lit just barely bright enough for Katrina to see, the spotty emergency lighting and the strange profusion of vegetation covering everything leaving much of the place cloaked in threatening shadows. The old building creaked slightly, perhaps not happy with what the roots had done to its structure, and there was wind rushing through broken windows behind the jammed doors. And, of course, there was a pack of monsters stalking the halls.

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			The physics building was eerily like the set of some sort of horror movie. They were lit just barely bright enough for Katrina to see, the spotty emergency lighting and the strange profusion of vegetation covering everything leaving much of the place cloaked in threatening shadows. The old building creaked slightly, perhaps not happy with what the roots had done to its structure, and there was wind rushing through broken windows behind the jammed doors. And, of course, there was a pack of monsters stalking the halls.

			She tried to reassure herself that it was just her and her colleagues. The place seemed otherwise deserted. "Krrr, the effect's spread far," Clive growled under his breath. "Hit the whole campus, maybe."

			Katrina shook her head, managing to not wobble from the motion. Getting used to moving around with this new body was hard in some ways but they all seemed to have picked up a set of reflexes to go with them; by the time they'd finished ripping down enough roots and vines to open the lab's door they were able to strut around in a reasonably confident manner on their clawed three-toed feet. It still felt weird, though - especially the ever-present counterbalancing weight of her massive tail. And she wasn't fond of the apparent lack of thumbs on her forelimbs, effective at root-ripping though they might be.

			"If we really did this with the array," she mused, "perhaps there was some sort of feedback effect and we somehow sent an effect farther back than we meant to..."

			"Like to the dinosaurs, you mean!" Clive's crest rose slightly, flashing orange as excitement gripped him. "If we changed our own ''ancestry'' somehow-"

			"Rawk! Stupid!" Paul's crest rose too and he snapped his jaw in a dismissive gesture. "Makes no sense. Why would we rememer? Why would only living things change and not the buildings?"

			"Krrr!" Clive snarled back, spreading his stubby fingers threateningly. The two males had remained on a hair trigger with each other since this had happened and Katrina had been reluctant to broach the subject, but they'd barely made it to the stairwell and they were already gearing up for another fight. She'd interrupted them once before but was unsure whether they'd take it as well if she did it again.

			Fortunately, and much to Katrina's surprise, it was Angela who spoke next. "Guys! Please!" She'd been keeping quiet and close to Katrina, seemingly drawing reassurance from the slightly larger female's presence despite how frightening Katrina assumed she must look, but now she stepped forward to catch everyone's full attention. It worked, and for a moment she hesitated again. Katrina gave her a nod, hoping her reptilian visage conveyed her support properly.

			"Maybe it doesn't make sense. But whatever happened, happened, right? Our bodies changed but our memories didn't. We have to deal with that. What we are right now, what we feel like-" her gravelly voice faltered for a moment but quickly recovered. "We have to keep a grip on things until we figure it out. Both of you."

			The two males glanced at each other, literally crestfallen. "Sorry," Paul grunted. Clive hissed quietly but nodded.

			Katrina breathed a sigh of relief, and felt a glow of pride for her student's strength in the face of this absurdity. "Okay. Let's get to the exit and see just how far this effect really did go."

			The stairs were tricky, draped with tripping roots and not the right shape for their feet, but they only had a few flights to go. The exterior door at ground level was already bent partly open, the twisted trunk of some sort of tree wedged out through it. Katrina carefully poked her snout out through the opening, blinking at the comparatively bright moonlight.

			She could see part of the quad, the chemistry and mechanical engineering buildings, and the V-wing lecture halls. Sort of. The solid rectangular black edges were ragged with plant growth, huge trees that made the one growing through this door look like a sapling protruding from the sides. Katrina snorted. "It's a jungle out there. Literally."

			They squeezed out through the gap one after the other and paused to take in the full extent of what had happened. In addition to the plant growth the campus was dark, power having been disrupted to more than just this one building. The ground was wet under their bare-scaled feet, the air was heavy with moisture and the tang of ozone, and a distant sound of thunder suggested a storm had just passed through.

			"I hear sirens," Clive reported. The four reptiloids all peered about alertly for a moment, cocking their heads back and forth to listen to the background noises, and Katrina stifled another laugh at the thought of what they must look like. ''Like a pack of wild dinosaurs...'' She wondered if this body could still wear a lab coat comfortably.

			"Pretty far away," Paul added. Clive shot him a glance, evidently still sensitive to anything resembling a challenge, but managed a nod without raising his crest again.

			"So a lot of area must be affected," Katrina sighed. "What have we ''done''?"

			"There was no way you guys could have predicted this," Angela murmured, putting her clawed hand lightly on Katrina's arm to return some of the support Katrina had given her earlier. "It doesn't make any kind of damn sense. I wonder if my folks have seen anything about this on the news yet..."

			Angela's family lived half a continent away in California, safe if anyone was. But the thought sparked a new and even more worried sigh from Katrina as she wondered where Nick was, and whether he was sporting an orange crest of his own by now.


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Bryan: add another section, do a little spell checking

2007-08-01T03:41:13Z

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-The coming of August often brought with it late summer thunderstorms. It was something Nicholas had looked forward to as a child, the spectacular show aweing him greatly from his bedroom window in the suburbs. Lashing wind and rain, roiling clouds backlit by the flashes, the rolling rumble echoing off of the neighboring houses...
+The coming of August often brought with it late summer thunderstorms. It was something Nicholas had looked forward to as a child, the spectacular show awing him greatly from his bedroom window in the suburbs. Lashing wind and rain, roiling clouds backlit by the flashes, the rolling rumble echoing off of the neighboring houses...
 ''Okay'', Nick had to finally admit as he turned from the spreadsheets on his computer, ''I still like 'em. This is impressive.'' He stood and went to the porch door, flicking off the lights to get a better view.
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 Streetlights flickered weakly back to life and Nick blinked again, his vision now clear of the afterimage and able to make out the details they revealed. The houses across the street were buried in vegetation, nearly completely obscured, and the wind was roaring through the tops of a whole forest of trees that shouldn't be there. He was confused. Had the lightning strike somehow caused that? He should probably be calling 911 if that was the case, but what would he say?
-It was too bizzare, Nick just stood and kept watching while he tried to figure out what to do. The warble of car alarms had been joined by the distant wail of sirens, so clearly the storm had done ''some'' damage somewhere. He just wasn't sure what to make of what he saw right here.
+It was too bizarre, Nick just stood and kept watching while he tried to figure out what to do. The warble of car alarms had been joined by the distant wail of sirens, so clearly the storm had done ''some'' damage somewhere. He just wasn't sure what to make of what he saw right here.
-''I should call Katrina.'' She wouldn't necessarily know anything more than he about this, frightfully intelligent though she was, but at least he could confirm he wasn't losing his marbles. Nick picked up the phone and started dialling.
+''I should call Katrina.'' She wouldn't necessarily know anything more than he about this, frightfully intelligent though she was, but at least he could confirm he wasn't losing his marbles. Nick picked up the phone and started dialing.
 ''Tingly...'' Nick had just a fraction of a second for the significance of the sensation to register, the hairs on the back of his neck prickling both with nervous tension and static electricity. ''I should drop the-''
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 It would be a long night. He wished Katrina were there.
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Bryan at 02:45, 30 July 2007

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			By [[User:Bryan\|Bryan]]

	The coming of August often brought with it late summer thunderstorms. It was something Nicholas had looked forward to as a child, the spectacular show aweing him greatly from his bedroom window in the suburbs. Lashing wind and rain, roiling clouds backlit by the flashes, the rolling rumble echoing off of the neighboring houses...		The coming of August often brought with it late summer thunderstorms. It was something Nicholas had looked forward to as a child, the spectacular show aweing him greatly from his bedroom window in the suburbs. Lashing wind and rain, roiling clouds backlit by the flashes, the rolling rumble echoing off of the neighboring houses...

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