Neil sprinted down the corridor, through the waiting bay, his blue plaid tie fluttering behind him. He couldn’t remember the last time he had run this hard, no. That was a lie, seven months ago along the beach with Kaleo after they’d lost track of time in their hideout and needed to make it home in time for opening at the restaurant. Then, he’d been running so he wouldn’t get fired, now he was running to change his life.
Okay, maybe that was a little melodramatic, then again perhaps it wasn’t. This Starship was his ticket off this planet, perhaps even his ticket to forgetting his problems and pain. So, he ran. He ran right up until he made it to the huge elevator doors which slid shut I front of his face. “By the stars! Poopmuffins!” He cursed under his breath. He really hadn’t wanted to use his ability today.
Closing his eyes Neil breathed then disappeared.
Alright that isn’t exactly what happened. In the space of a second, his mind was transported to the silent stary place, then he became conscious of the matter around him and he stretched it and pulled it all the while focusing on where he wanted to be “the elevator” he chanted in his mind “the elevator” then, with a mighty ripping sensation he opened his eyes, in the elevator and... immediately puked on the shoes of some poor passenger. (OOC: Again, @The Bookwyrm, is this possible? I don't really know how Starshaping works)
“Sorry” he croaked after all of this morning’s breakfast (a quite delicious pineapple omlette he'd made himself) had evacuated his stomach. See, that’s what happened when Neil used power without first taking a motion sickness tablet, he became nauseous and subsequently that nausea led to him emptying the contents of his stomach through his mouth. Charming? Wasn’t it?
Standing up and straightening his tie, he tried to look as professional as possible, no one (except that poor gentleman whose shoes now bore the mark of his unpreparedness) had noticed him yet and he wanted to make a good first impression.
Neil weaved his way through the people until he was sufficiently separated from his vomit. He pulled a small tablet from his pocket and swallowed it just in case he had a need for his power again.
This was the first day of the rest of his life.