by Narrator » Fri Feb 09, 2018 5:47 pm
There's a bit of resistance, but then the bench suddenly gives and topples over. The two frozen triplets remain in their position, sitting in the air but the third ones falls over backwards with a surprised yell, rolling once before landing square on her butt.
"Oookay, very funny!" she says as she gets up and overly dramatically dusts herself off. "Fine. Be that way!" she pouts and stomps her foot. And as she does there's a ripple that spreads out from underneath her foot that changes the floor. Checkerboard tiles seem to flip over into shitty linoleum. The benches and tables flip into the ground and come back up as shitty bunk beds. Bars rise from the floor in lines and slam into the ceiling, which in turn ripples and flourescent lighting turns into regular bulbs hanging in plain metal lampshades. In a moment the whole place has turned from a nice little diner into a bunch of jail cells around Isolde and Tereza. The triplets' clothes have flipped inside-out the same way the room has and are now police uniforms, the rolled-up newspaper has turned into a nightstick.
"You wanna play delinquent? There you go!"