I reject your reality

"Here." Calvin (and his cleanest shirt) held out a box (which certainly hadn't previously been a shoebox) covered in wrapping paper at Susie. "Because, you know, Valentine's."

"Thanks, Calvin," Susie told him, with an expression Calvin could have sworn was suspicious(which made no sense), before opening the box.

After several moments Calvin decided to fill in the silence. "Hobbes helped me pick it."

"...I'll bet he did." For some weird reasons she looked like she didn't know whether to laugh or glare.

"Well, not pick that exactly, he said that girls like hearts and candy and things like that, but nothing in the stores actually looked like a heart so I had to find a mould and gummy recipes and all that kind of stuff," Calvin said. Proudly. "So...what do you think?"

"It's very...you."

Calvin beamed at her. "Great, so I'll just get going then."

"You're hopeless, Calvin," Susie said, laughing and putting down the box.

Calvin was going to ask what she meant by that but she was grabbing hold of his shirt and...oh. "...or I could stay. Yeah, that works too."

Calvin lay on his bed, glaring moodily at the ceiling, an open envelope discarded on the floor. The entire air of disaffected youth was ruined when Hobbes pounced, sprawling across him and flicking his tail in Calvin's face.

"Cheer up, it can't be that bad."

Calvin leapt up in startlement, managing to fall off the bed in a tangle of limbs as he did.

"I forgot to mention, Susie came over." Hobbes looked contrite as he looked over the side of the bed, really he did.

Susie gave Calvin a hand up. "You haven't bugged me in days, so I decided to see what's wrong."

Calvin scowled and offered Susie the envelope.

"Just read it."

Susie's confused expression got no less confused as she read the letter. "I don't understand," she said. "You won this. They're using the phrase 'innovate world-building and unique imagination' to describe your writing."

"I won the fiction award," Calvin explained, still scowling. "I entered it under non-fiction."

That was when Susie started hitting him with a pillow.

The Martian hid behind his jaw for several moments before he was sure the green thing that had bitten him skittered away.

There was a square of paper on the floor that looked like something from the... "Book! Book book book. Yip yip."

Book in one tentacle, he picked up the box shown in the like!book with another and started poking at buttons.

Hobbes supposed he should stop Calvin before he got into too much trouble, but he looked like he was having fun.

[Establishy. Yeah, IDEK]

You'd think after the last transmogrification incident, that Calvin would be more careful about leaving large, empty, cardboard boxes lying around. Especially if he was going to get into an epic wresting match with Hobbes.

You'd be wrong.

Hobbes sighed and disengaged Calvin's much sharper than usual teeth from around his arm.

[Establishy.]

As Calvin woke up, he became aware of a heavy weight on his chest, and warm breath tickling his face. He slowly cracked open one eyelid, only to be greeted with the sight of a furry muzzle and a pair of glaring eyes right in front of his face. He made a sound that was not at all like a yelp of fear.

Now that he'd gotten Calvin's attention, Hobbes made a show of turning his back on him and curling up at the foot of the bed.

Calvin got up, running his hand nervously through his hair. "Look, Hobbes, buddy, you know I'd never..." But he had, which was why he dropped his hand and turned to go. "I'm sorry."

He barely made it two steps before he was tackled to the floor by a flash of orange and black. "Nothing says 'sorry' like tuna sandwiches. Made by you. Cut the crusts off."

[ooc: establishy]

Calvin woke with a pounding in his temples and very chilly legs.

After that gremlin had bit him, he'd had the strangest dream, he'd been fierce, he'd been fabulous, he...had a wineglass tied to his hair.

"Hobbes, what exactly did I do last night?"

[For one.]

Blue wasn't quite sure where he was.

Sadly, after years of spending the majority of his waking and sleeping hours sitting in a space small enough he could touch both walls at the same time, the simple fact he was in a bed as was as disorientating as the fact he didn't recognise the room at all.

"Red? You there buddy?" He tapped one of his earpieces. Not even static. "Red? Black? Yellow? Pink?...Lord Galgon?" Nothing. He still had his Power-Sleeve on his arm, but the complete lack of team-mates, enemies, or Lord Galgon, made Blue wonder if he was finally free.

Fortunately for Blue's fragile sense of hope, the abandoned warehouse district couldn't be seen from Calvin's window.

[Door's open. Calvin has turned into Blue from Megabot]

Calvin and Hobbes were fighting again. This would normally not have been particularly surprising or noteworthy, given that it really only took the drop of a hat for them to either start or stop fighting. Occasionally they would even fight over who got to drop the hat.

Normally, however, they did not have large, empty, cardboard boxes lying nearby, ready to be knocked over, tumbled into, or tumbled into then knocked over, by an unwary combatant. And as Calvin himself would be the first to tell you a large, empty, cardboard box (especially when combined with Fandom weirdness) was a potent tool indeed.

Of course, while Hobbes had ceased hostilities at the first sign of things being even stranger than usual, Calvin was a touch too preoccupied with triumphantly chewing on Hobbes's tail to realise anything in particular was wrong.

[OOC: Visiting family with a pronounced lack of internets over the next few days, so Calvin is going to be much furrier than usual until I get back.]

You have reached the phone of Calvin the Great...oh and Hobbes too, however I'm far too busy being awesome to answer right now. So leave a message after the beep and one of us will get back to you.

Eventually.