From Yale to Oxford… Connecticut
Added 2021-08-24 22:30:12 +0000 UTCJason was probably born into the stereotype of a Yalie. He was born on Long Island with a silver spoon in his mouth, just across the sound from his daddies alma mater. His good looks and his athletic talents helped him breeze through school and he was even a wiz at math like his dad. He was destined for Yale undergrad, and the Yale school of business and then off to the stock market to make big bucks at a cushy hedgefund.
Yes, Jason fit all the stereotypes of a Yalie, including not knowing when to cross the steet. Unfortunately not long into his first semester, this mistake would cost him everything. You see Connecticut is an old place with old magic flowing with in. Lots of locals practice all kinds of folk magic. And when crossed the street at the wrong time, he caused a witch to stop short, and the car behind her to barrel right into her.
Jason looked at her and laughed nervously before sprinting his way over to Payne Whitney Gym. The witch spat out the window in anger. These yalies really are all the same. Then the thought occurred to her to give this one a little bit more respect for the locals.
Suddenly the world turned blac around Jason and he found himself with a pounding heading. It was like his brain was being drained out of his skull and being replaced by wheat grass and country music. New memories of growing open on an alpaca farm lined his subconscious. His hair all disappeared into a biscut… no.. it didn’t disappear. It moved down to his chin on the form a big busy beard. His hair lightened and his eyes went from darker brown to light blue. His navy Yale tank turned faded into camo complete with a bald eagle to replace the Y.
Jason shook his head? What was he doin? Oh yeah, he had a plumbing job to get too.
