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Who: Bruce Banner aka the Beast and [OPEN]
What: Bruce's Library Arrival goes a bit pear shaped
When: July 12th
Where: Nonfiction around the flower and plants section
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Bruce knew something was wrong the moment he woke up. He could feel the rage and anger under his skin, but when he looked at his hand it wasn't turning green, it was covered in fur. He stood up slowly and turned around, his feet were paws....huge furry paws with wicked looking claws. He tried to yell for help but all that came out was a growl roar that sounded garbled to his ears. In one hand...paw he held a rose. A rose losing it's petals and for some reason it made him both sad and angry at the same time. He roared and charged down through the shelves....shelves, wasn't he on a plane a bit ago?

He needed to find...someone or hide he wasn't quite sure which yet.

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Flynn had been walking around the non fiction section himself, looking like This.

[There's something sweet
And almost kind
But he was mean and he was coarse and unrefined
But now he's dear, and so unsure
I wonder why I didn't see it there before]

"Woah there," FLynn said suddenly, stopping. You're new here aren't you?"

Edited 2015-07-13 07:49 (UTC)

The song called to Bruce almost like he'd heard it before. He tried to find the singer first but instead was found himself. He backed up against the shelves slightly unsettled even as a voice in the back of his head cried out "Belle," He ducked his massive head and growled. "Yes I'm new here...was it the fur that gave me away?"

Hermione had started to wander, because really how could she not? It was a library after all. She made the mistake of picking up a book and opening it, and suddenly she looked like this.

"Oh for goodness sake," she exclaimed. Before she knew it, she was hit by a roaring beast, and toppled over, even though she was trying to stay upright.

"Well, isn't this lovely."

With a speed Bruce through only the Hulk possessed, he turned around and reached out to set the talking clock upright again. "Sorry," he rumbled with a deep shame that didn't completely feel like his own. "Are you hurt Cogsworth," he asks and then tries to puzzle out how he knows the clock has a name. He's used to having to share headspace with others, but this feels wrong...almost like the other person really doesn't want to be here. The Hulk can at least tolerate him.

Hermione glanced up at him from the floor, wondering how the blazes she couldn't get up. "I am fine sir," She replied not knowing why she said what she said that. She was not the type of person to call anyone sir.

"Could I have a hand please?"

Bruce nods and gently and carefully picks the clock up getting the feeling like he has done this before. He holds the clock carefully and smiles at it. "Where would you like me to set you Cogsworth," he asks again trying to puzzle out how he knows the clock has a name.

Tony, after waking up to find cat ears and a rather active and swishing tail, found himself popping up wherever he wanted at random. It should bother him, but it also felt extraordinarily handy when he wanted to be somewhere. He popped up with a grin, perched on top of the bookshelf in the path of the angry... uh... Bruce. Was that...?

"So angry, my furry friend! Did you prick your palm on a thorn? Should I find a mouse to pull it out?" Teasing playfully, his tail flicked in time with an ear in amusement.

The beast growls not at all amused by Tony's antics. However that doesn't mean he isn't happy to see his friend. "You aren't making sense," he rumbles as he slides forward revealing his massive, furry form half bear and half lion. He holds up the rose. "The petals are falling....I need to find someone before they all fall off."

"You could very well, give it a drink of water." Not that he knew really what the fuss was over a wilting rose. Well, something in the back of his head said he knew, and he really should be unnerved by how... fuzzy... Bruce was at the moment.

"Well, things have been a little mad lately... we're all mad here." Purring a literal purr, his tail coiled and the grin grew.

"You've always been a little nuts," Bruce says with a rumbling chuckle. "You have ears and a tail and I'm a beast instead of a Hulk I think we are a little more than mad."

"Do I taste like a nut? How can you then say I am a nut? When I am in actuality, quite mad." Tony snickered at that and sprawled on top of the shelves. "I can disappear, too." With that he vanished from tail to all that was left was his grin that soon disappeared too only to reappear perched closer to Bruce this time."

"A beast... like the Jabberwocky?" Where did that come from?

Beast Bruce turns around confused and slightly annoyed. "Don't do that," he says, "you know I hate being snuck up on." He hates this grouchy feeling right under his skin. "Do I look like a Jabberwatist," he says snappishly.

"I do, indeed, but that makes it all the more fun. After all, I am mad you know... and a mad person would do things that do not make sense." Purring in amusement, his tail swayed behind him. "You know.. the Jabberwocky.. or the Bandersnatch. I think you are much more like a bandersnatch."

"You don't make sense on a good day," Bruce grumbles, "I need to be looking for Belle before the rose falls apart...or I'll be stuck like this for good....you haven't seen a girl with her face buried in a book?"

The body armor that Steve had been wearing when he had been patrolling had been replaced with a dark blue suit that looked like something from a Victorian print. Steve's hair had somehow grown longer in only a matter of hours and was pulled back in a tail and bound with a black ribbon. He looked like a proper gentleman from over a century ago except for the shield that still rested against his back.

Letting out a startled sound when he saw Bruce, Steve held out a hand in warning, trying to placate the being so that he wouldn't attack. "Easy, I didn't mean to..." Wait, this wasn't the White Rabbit or the Cheshire Cat. This person was someone else. Some kind of creature that was familiar but he couldn't quite remember why. "You don't have enough arms to be the Caterpillar. Are you the Jabberwocky or the Bandersnatch?"

The shield was familiar to Bruce as well, but his own awareness was fading the longer he stayed a creature. "I don't know what those are," he rumbled as he came forward more revealing himself. He is taller, at least 7 feet with the body of a lion and the paws to match, his tail is medium length and his head is a mixture of a badger and bear. "Who are you? What do you want from me?"

The questions caused Steve to pause, fighting against the spell and the strange memories that weren't quite his. "I don't know what they are either." They were from a story. He remembered that but he couldn't remember which or what they had been.

"I'm A -" Alice. Except that wasn't right. That wasn't his name. Taking a step back he felt the shield shift against his spine and Wonderland receded from his mind. "Steve Rogers." There was something familiar about this. Having someone looming over him that he wasn't afraid of. A friend not a monster, but the voice wasn't quite right. "Bruce? Is that you?"

Bruce...yes that was his name, not Adam or Beast. He shakes his head trying to clear it. "Steve," he says and he manages to look relieved to see a friend in this strange place. "You look....weird," he says, "and yes I know how much of an oxymoron that is given I look like a hairy Hulk right now."

The creature moves forward careful not to drop the rose he was holding. "What in the name of Grimm is going on right now?"

"I feel weird. I don't know what happened to my uniform." Or to his hair. It'd never been this long. Not even when he was a kid. "It started when I was in the garden, then I met Chessur and everything got... Bruce, I think I'm going mad."

It wasn't something he liked to admit but he couldn't quite ignore that possibility anymore. "It has to be something to do with the books but I don't know what. There wasn't anything in the garden that seemed related to this and you didn't go into that area of the Library."

"You look nice," Bruce admits, "much better than me anyway. I have a damm tail....say what you want about the Hulk at least it was just green skin and rage issues not a tail and fur." He looks around. "Where is this Library....I was on the Quinjet last I remember."

"Uh - thanks?" He wasn't really sure if it was good that he looked nice or not since he didn't remember how he'd ended up dressed up like someone from a movie. Every time he tried, his thoughts slipped into riddles and nonsense.

"Tails would be awkward unless they disappeared like the Cheshire Cat's." His voice sounded younger for a moment, like he was caught in a daydream before he blinked and reality came back.

Cheshire Cats? Why was he talking about Cheshire Cats?

"I don't think anyone really knows where we are except the Librarians. Somewhere between realities, maybe. It sounds like all worlds are somehow connected to the Library."

"Interesting concept," Bruce says with a rumble of amusement, "almost like a time machine and yet not." He sighs and it comes off almost like a dog bark or whine. "Not that I'd want to go back in time for any reason."

"The Librarians haven't mentioned anything about time travel." It was probably possible if they really were connected to multiple realities. Which made him wonder if it was really possible. "If we could go back in time I could find the White Rabbit."

"A rabbit," Bruce says puzzled, "why do you need to find a rabbit. Rabbits can't do anything to you....can they?" He looks a little nervous. "You haven't come across killer rabbits have you?"

"I haven't seen any killer rabbits in the Library. The White Rabbit was dangerous but she wouldn't hurt you. I had a date with the her but I fell down and down." Old memories surfaced, almost replacing the hold Wonderland had on him. "Down into ice. We were supposed to dance."

No. He couldn't dance with the White Rabbit. He had said he'd stop chasing her. "I promised Tony I'd quit chasing the rabbit."

For a moment Bruce understands, Steve means Peggy Carter and he is about to say so when the other non Hulk presence takes over again "Rabbits are food," he agrees, "they make good stew if you can catch them. I don't know why this Tony would want you not to chase them."

Eat the White Rabbit? Steve looked horrified by the idea, his expression strangely young considering his age. "You can't eat her. She talks and dresses like a person so she can't be stew."

This should really seem stranger than it does but not everyone in Wonderland looks human or has human manners. "Tony said I'll get lost if I chase the Rabbit. He promised to explore Wonderland with me."

"What is Wonderland like....do the dishes talk and dance? My dishes talk and dance," Bruce says, "even one of my clocks does that."

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