( It's awkward enough to wake up without his clothes, but walking around in a robe in a freezing cold hallway feels even worse, somehow. He's hugging himself as he walks around, hands moving up and down his arms in a weak attempt to create warmth for himself as he makes his way through the hallway.
Right now, he's trying to find anyone who could possibly help him find some sort of direction to where to go from here, or where to find some sort of warmth. Finding his clothes would be the best solution, but it doesn't seem like that's going to happen.
He'll look to the next person he sees, a bit tense as he further hugs himself, wanting to keep his robe as secure as possible. He can't seem to meet the gaze of the person he sees, fingers fidgeting a bit as he speaks. )
Uhm... E-Excuse me-- Do you know where I could find some clothes...?
( On another hand, when he finds one of the staff members for help, he'll duck his head at the suggestions, face heating up despite how cold it was. He opens his mouth to speak at first, unable to find the words until he blurts out: )
What – N-No! I couldn't!
communal bathroom
( It isn't so much that Basil isn't paying attention to his surroundings. He's trying to get his bearings. The ghosts take advantage of just how vulnerable he truly is. When he steps into the bathroom, the ghosts seemingly appear out of no where behind him, and begin to shove at him, barely giving him time to speak or protest.
They push him into the nearby wall, giggling and continuing to push into him, and all he can do is cover his face, attempting to protect himself in what way that he can. He reacts the way he usually does when he's been cornered by someone at home (which happens more often than not, unfortunately) and calls out for help as loudly as he can.
His entire body is shaking. This has to be a nightmare, it has to be. )
P-Please! Help me! Someone!
strange moon
( Basil is usually someone who finds himself wanting to go to sleep early, but being in a place like this has been a lot to take in. He usually has some trouble sleeping, but it's been especially bad on a night like this.
Eventually, he finds himself at the main lobby, seated near a window. He cups his cheek with his hand, bright blue-colored eyes never moving from the window. Somehow, he feels drawn to the moon. He always thought it was pretty to look at, but he somehow can't help but admire it all the more now. Looking at it like this brings him peace that he hasn't felt in a long time. How unusual....
When he hears footsteps approaching, he'll turn and hesitate before offering a quiet nod. )
H-Hello... Did you-- come to look at the moon, too...? It's really pretty tonight.
( Though, he's already beginning to push himself up to leave. He's just going to try to get out of the way at this point, though he looks reluctant to leave. )
moonfluence
( It happens in what feels like an instant – or perhaps, not so much. It feels like he's drawn to the moon for days – spending nights when he can't sleep to gaze at the moon quietly – each night the pull to moongaze becoming stronger and stronger.
Until eventually, he feels an itch – and with each passing moment it becomes more and more intense until it becomes a growing warmth that eventually ends with Basil changing. Ears are replaced with blonde-colored rabbit ears, small antlers seemingly growing atop his head, and wing with white-colored feathers fully grown on his back.
He feels for the changes, eyes widening in shock and mild fear as he feels over fur, hard surface, and soft wings. He's himself otherwise, but-- )
What – What is this?! This is a dream, isn't it? It has to be--
( He just wants to wake up. He wants to be in his own bed. He will any moment, won't he? Everything will be okay. )
wildcard
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( OOC: Please refer to the post here for any potential content warnings. )
basil 🌻 omori
( It's awkward enough to wake up without his clothes, but walking around in a robe in a freezing cold hallway feels even worse, somehow. He's hugging himself as he walks around, hands moving up and down his arms in a weak attempt to create warmth for himself as he makes his way through the hallway.
Right now, he's trying to find anyone who could possibly help him find some sort of direction to where to go from here, or where to find some sort of warmth. Finding his clothes would be the best solution, but it doesn't seem like that's going to happen.
He'll look to the next person he sees, a bit tense as he further hugs himself, wanting to keep his robe as secure as possible. He can't seem to meet the gaze of the person he sees, fingers fidgeting a bit as he speaks. )
Uhm... E-Excuse me-- Do you know where I could find some clothes...?
( On another hand, when he finds one of the staff members for help, he'll duck his head at the suggestions, face heating up despite how cold it was. He opens his mouth to speak at first, unable to find the words until he blurts out: )
What – N-No! I couldn't!
communal bathroom
( It isn't so much that Basil isn't paying attention to his surroundings. He's trying to get his bearings. The ghosts take advantage of just how vulnerable he truly is. When he steps into the bathroom, the ghosts seemingly appear out of no where behind him, and begin to shove at him, barely giving him time to speak or protest.
They push him into the nearby wall, giggling and continuing to push into him, and all he can do is cover his face, attempting to protect himself in what way that he can. He reacts the way he usually does when he's been cornered by someone at home (which happens more often than not, unfortunately) and calls out for help as loudly as he can.
His entire body is shaking. This has to be a nightmare, it has to be. )
P-Please! Help me! Someone!
strange moon
( Basil is usually someone who finds himself wanting to go to sleep early, but being in a place like this has been a lot to take in. He usually has some trouble sleeping, but it's been especially bad on a night like this.
Eventually, he finds himself at the main lobby, seated near a window. He cups his cheek with his hand, bright blue-colored eyes never moving from the window. Somehow, he feels drawn to the moon. He always thought it was pretty to look at, but he somehow can't help but admire it all the more now. Looking at it like this brings him peace that he hasn't felt in a long time. How unusual....
When he hears footsteps approaching, he'll turn and hesitate before offering a quiet nod. )
H-Hello... Did you-- come to look at the moon, too...? It's really pretty tonight.
( Though, he's already beginning to push himself up to leave. He's just going to try to get out of the way at this point, though he looks reluctant to leave. )
moonfluence
( It happens in what feels like an instant – or perhaps, not so much. It feels like he's drawn to the moon for days – spending nights when he can't sleep to gaze at the moon quietly – each night the pull to moongaze becoming stronger and stronger.
Until eventually, he feels an itch – and with each passing moment it becomes more and more intense until it becomes a growing warmth that eventually ends with Basil changing. Ears are replaced with blonde-colored rabbit ears, small antlers seemingly growing atop his head, and wing with white-colored feathers fully grown on his back.
He feels for the changes, eyes widening in shock and mild fear as he feels over fur, hard surface, and soft wings. He's himself otherwise, but-- )
What – What is this?! This is a dream, isn't it? It has to be--
( He just wants to wake up. He wants to be in his own bed. He will any moment, won't he? Everything will be okay. )
wildcard
( Feel free to throw any other prompt my way. )
( OOC: Please refer to the post here for any potential content warnings. )