EVENT & TDM 024

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MONSTER MASH

WAKE UP

Where were you last? Do you remember falling asleep, thinking you’d wake up in your own home, your own bed?

When you open your eyes, the room you’re in doesn’t feel like your own. In fact, you’re almost certain you didn’t fall asleep here. You’re given only a short few moments to get your bearings before the door to that room opens, the doorknob jiggling as whoever is on the other side is unlocking it. Is it a library study room you’ve found yourself in, or an inn room that doesn’t belong to you? A home that isn’t yours? A business after-hours?

An unfortunate few of you may find yourself face-to-face with the real owners of these rooms, homes, and businesses — and surely they’re just as confused as you are. The lucky ones might instead find themselves being “rescued” from their sleeping states by a heavily scarred man with dreadlocks and an impossibly sunny demeanour.

“Mornin’, sunshine! Up and at ‘em!” he’ll say, hands on his hips and the door held open in a way that says he expects you to simply come follow him, whoever he is. “You ain’t where you’re supposed to be, but I’ll bail you out before the person who owns this place knocks your teeth out for trespassin’. It’ll be our little secret, ‘kay?”

TRANSPOREMATION

cw: body horror, monster transformations, fungal parasitism

As usual, Aldric’s Grove is something of a hot mess, and that’s especially true lately. Aside from random people popping into existence in various buildings, there’s a bit of a fungus problem lately. A wee little problem with cute little mushrooms. …a major, unignorable, horrendous problem with some very large, purplish-coloured mushrooms, fruiting on still-living trees and the forest floor. They look quite similar to meadow mushrooms, but far, far less harmless. While eating one won’t poison anybody too badly — aside from an episode of horrible stomach pain — stepping on them or touching them at all will cause them to shower you in a spray of spores, all of which suddenly curve around and cling onto you as if they have a mind of their own. Any attempt to remove them, to wash them off, to brush them away from your skin and clothes, only makes the spores cling more stubbornly. Soon, they’ve started to root under your skin, unable to be pulled out.

The resulting transformation is, for what little it’s worth, extremely swift. Perhaps you feel it, perhaps you don’t, but the spores leave you fundamentally changed no matter what.

Your bones lengthen and rearrange, grinding together underneath your muscle tissue. Snapping, creaking, where new joints form over the breaks. Wings rip through your back in a spray of blood and torn flesh, the wounds healing themselves over a short second later. You drop to the ground as your back legs become something foreign and new, toes bursting free of your shoes, claws digging into the soil as you writhe on the ground. Your spine elongates, the muscles in your neck tense and relax as it gets too long. The spores are deciding what to do with you, it seems, as extra eyes rapidly appear and disappear over your body alongside feathers and scales. Within the span of sixty seconds, it seems the mushrooms have come to a decision on what you should be, and the transformations it inflicts on you rapidfire begin evening out.

Whether that leaves you something wolflike, catlike, ghostly, chimeric, or otherwise… that seems to be up to the spores. Regardless, you’re no longer in your own skin. At least you’re still “you”, and at least you haven’t lost much more than your old form… right?

…

Well, not to worry. Try your luck stepping on the mushrooms again! This time, they might be kind enough to revert you back to normal… assuming they don’t turn you into a different type of creature instead.

TIME TREKS ON

For the foreseeable future, many people are “stuck” outside their normal bodies. It doesn’t mean that life in the Grove stops, however, as people flit from building to building — assuming their monster forms didn’t bar them off from entering most of them anyhow — and their daily routines continue. From the Church of the Golden Sun in the north of Aldric’s Grove emanates a lovely, warm light, inviting all who are loyal to the Goddesses within its halls and barring the Corrupted or those loyal to the Fallen Sun from entry. Describing it as a “church” may not entirely be accurate; instead of an altar, there sits a throne that automatically prevents anyone who isn’t the Goddess of the Sun from sitting on it (despite the fact she isn’t currently there). Instead of pews, the first room is a large combat arena, golden weapons hung up on the walls that are free to use if you need to spar. Thankfully, the doors are large enough to accommodate most monsters, though the halls in the back may not be sizeable enough for anyone over eight feet tall.

Within that church, the kilns in the back are fired up, pottery baking while animal spirits resembling lions and dogs mix paint with their paws. It’s difficult, being a little guy — help a critter out? You can paint a selection of finished pottery when you’re done, which they’d tell you if they could speak to you. If they bring you a flower-shaped plate or a vase in the shape of a tulip and a paintbrush, will you figure out what they mean? If you don’t, that’s not a problem, as they’ll nudge you toward the pottery wheels and get you clay to work with. When you make your own thing, they think you’ll be more willing to paint with them. Hope you brought your art hands, assuming you have any at all after those mushrooms got you.

In the opposite wing from the pottery room, the kitchen is going strong, the smells of freshly baked bread wafting down the hall. Here is where Ydalir is, the shadowy woman wearing silks who normally casts magic and sells items, who turns to you and extends a flour-covered palm. Come here! Let’s bake something together — it’s the least she feels she can do, since she can’t exactly eliminate the fungus problem. There’s a host of food sitting in the dining room nearby already, with Heimr and Renard setting the table, Heimr nitpicking the setup while Renard focuses too hard on decorating with garlands and candelabras.

If you can’t fit into the dining room for any reason, one of the three will bring you food. They’d hate to see you go hungry, after all.

IT NEVER ENDS

While the Guardians themselves are immune to the transformations — Moder is, in fact, eating the mushrooms when no one is nearby to get spore’d — it doesn’t mean they’re not enjoying the fact that some of you can now spend more time with them in ways you couldn’t before.

Those of you with wings or flight abilities are invited by Aurora and the newly-resurrected bone dragon Sehul to come flying. Though Sehul won’t land in the Grove (too many buildings too close together for a hundred-foot dragon to feel comfortable, you see), they’ll land on the seaside, and even invite you to race them there. They do have something of a body mass advantage, but when they eventually win, they’ll fairly concede that it doesn’t really count. Aurora, meanwhile, wants desperately to teach you to do a midair flip.

Those of you who find yourselves suddenly aquatic will be literally accosted by Callan, who swims up into the river for once only to wrap his tentacles around you and drag you off toward the lake with a watery laugh. He expects you to do the same to him in return, but the Guardian’s extreme strength might make it difficult. Worry not, because if no one comes to your rescue, Sinann will chide him until he lets go, and show you the nest the baby Seaborn have built at the deepest point in the river. You’re welcome to live with them for a while, if you want. Their pastime is singing, and they’d love to sing with you.

And to the folks with a sudden craving for plants, Moder will gladly show you where the best snacks are — her favourite trees to reach into, the best flowers to eat, a fragrant patch of wild herbs. She’s happy to stroll through the forest with you, calmer than her peers are. If you need a ride on her mossy back, she’ll accommodate, so long as you don’t mind her telling old tales of a world long gone.

The final Guardian, Zahliya, doesn’t seem too keen on playtime, and will simply perch in various locations throughout the Grove to keep watch, as he normally does. Gifts of food given his way are rejected for the time being. He has a job to do; why don’t you go play with everyone?

It’s a beautiful, sunny day. This world isn’t often peaceful and playful. You should take advantage of it before something horrible happens… you and everyone else here know the good mood can’t last too long.

Spark Notes

summary

WAKE UP: Welcome to the Grove! You've found yourself in someone else's home/business/room it seems. Good luck explaining this one, but maybe Renard will be in time to bail you out?
TRANSPOREMATION: The mushrooms in the woods will spray you with spore clouds if you're not careful, and then transform you into something else. After a potentially-painful transformation, you'll find yourself in a new, more monsterlike body for a while.
TIME TREKS ON: Despite the monster mash, Beiwe's church is going strong, providing an opportunity to get creative or cook some dinner. Ydalir, Heimr, and Renard are all happy to see you and invite you to a home-cooked meal. They'd probably appreciate help with the dining room decor, too.
IT NEVER ENDS: Despite the transformations, it seems like the Guardians are all super pumped to spend time with you guys in their own domains. Many of them will invite you and your friends to hang out, some more politely than others. It's peaceful for once, so why not take them up on that?

out of character

Happy May! Here is your usual reminder that TDM threads are game canon. Per our plotting post (linked below) please keep in mind our rules for the monster transformations, and have fun!

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QUESTIONS

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INVESTIGATIONS

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Please use the following form for investigations:

Character(s):
Location:
Action: What are they looking for? What are they doing?

<b>Character(s):</b> <b>Location:</b> <b>Action:</b>

[nitrotempered]

Character(s): Katsuki Bakugo
Location: EVERYWHERE - start with Zahliya
Action: Weirdo Dragon!bakugo must fight every monster and try to win because he IS OBSESSED WITH WINNING!!!! He points at Zahliya like: IT'S TIME TO D-D-D-DUEL!! But with fists and his new wings and fat gator- dragontail. He prolly will lose all these battles its fine but he needs to TRY TO WIN AND FIGHT!!! I guess if Zahliya keeps ignoring him, he might just try to tackle them randomly.

TDM NPC CONTACT

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This toplevel is for TDM characters only; characters currently in the game should use our regular NPC Contact page.

Any NPC mentioned on this log, or who is under our "Available" section is fine to contact for this TDM!

Seeking: Heimr (for the general store prompt) and whoever might provide Tex with some meat

[a_shadow]

Here's Tex's toplevel!

Ain (Bluhen Route) | Elsword | Current Player

[eidxiety]

i. spring sproing

[It doesn't take Ain very long to adjust to his new form. He'd chalk it up to his adaptability if asked. It doesn't take him long to realise that he's obnoxiously tall (eight feet, which means he can't fit into buildings) (he will figure out how to shift into a smaller faun form later) and that he has claws for back feet and tailfeathers instead of typical deer bits. He's not sure what this creature is — "Peryton" is not a word where he's from — so Ain mentally begins calling himself a weird deer and leaves it at that.

He finds that his jacket and shirt don't fit due to the size increase, though, so for now he's going shirtless (and unfortunately letting that nasty bisection scar from Suri show) and deer-hopping around the Grove. Spring sproing! There he goes, off into the woods and avoiding the mushrooms this time, narrowly avoiding clocking his huge antlers on every branch in the forest.

If you're with him, he'll suddenly stop and reach up into the trees to eat leaves. And if you stare at him at all...]

Wha—? [mouth full of leef, hold pls] —Oh, sorry. Did you want any?

ii. stuck :(

[As you walk past the watchtower bar, you'll hear the most sad, pathetic cry from many feet overhead.]

Help...

[If you look up, Ain is in his faun form and seems to have, uh, taken full advantage of the whole "goats can walk up walls" thing (he's not even a goat) (technically, anyway). He's clinging to the wall by his hooves, peacock tailfeathers rustled, ears drooping and eyes the size of saucers like a terrified kitten.]

Help...! How do I get down?

[Creature Brain™ seems to have forgotten some fundamentals about Ain: He can float on his magic. And also, his monster is by default equipped with tiny wings. He genuinely has no excuse for this, but...]

iii. monster clothes

Hiii it's Ain~ I'm taking rush orders for my normal fees due to everyone transforming :O If you need clothes to accommodate your new form or modifications to your existing clothes, please come find me in front of the tailor shop.

Sidebar: If anyone knows how to sew and wouldn't mind helping me out please do that ;_;

[Ain won't respond to further comments to him in the netbook, he's quite busy you see. If you choose to show up, he's loafed out on the grass in front of his shop, eating from the nearby wisterias as he sews. It seems like he's already made his own outfit, consisting of a taur-friendly halter top and caparison for his deerlike lower half. Everything in front of him now is something he's working on for others, and if the notebook laying next to him is anything to go by, there's quite a lot of orders to fill.

You can add to this workload. Or you can sit down and help him out if you feel up to the task.]

iv. wildcard

[holds my paws out]

i Ive been waiting months for this prompt hi

[lupusxylem]

[Haha so remember how I jokingly said in his prompt he didn’t want to be the guy out here eating deer butts, well-

Wolfwood WASN’T expecting to walk this way and come upon Ain just…he’s a deer!! A BIG deer mind you, well kindof he’s also a mix of something else, but mostly deer. And he’s eating tree leaves.

Here he is, meanwhile, almost 7 feet of wolfman nearly trembling at the sight of him for reasons he can’t really easily articulate, because his brain isn’t being too helpful in the way it’s just like deer deer de rderr-

His tail is wagging, his nose rapidly sniffing the air. Again, in a way he doesn’t quite notice.]

Hey. I ain’t hungry for leaves.

[He’s hungry for something else ayo-]

Oscar Pine | RWBY | Current Character

[ozmosis]

( i. time treks on )

[ Oscar would love to help out in the kitchen right now. A little bit of stress baking would fix him right up. Emotionally, at least.

The issue is that he's a little, uh. Fuzzy right now. There's velvety smooth otter fur all down his arms and the backs of his hands, and covering his face, and on the little round ears just barely managing to poke up above his hair. Not to mention that he's still a little clumsy with the new claws at the tips of his fingers.

So, yeah. No baking for Oscar. He doesn't want to give anyone any snacks full of fur.

He's not completely excluded from the activities, though. Ydalir's just one teacher, and whenever she's too busy helping one person to help another, Oscar is there to step in with some advice instead. ]

... So if you mix some of the egg whites into the batter first, that makes it easier to fold in the rest without knocking all of the air out of them.

( ii. it never ends pt. 1 )

[ Oscar's not really the sort to let his guard down. He comes from a place where doing that is kind of dangerous. He's also gotten the impression that the Grove is similarly... whimsical... when it comes to safety.

But you can only be so prepared for tentacles to lunge up out of the water and grab hold of you, especially when you've never even met Callan before. Oscar, of course, tries to tear himself free. Mostly, he just succeeds at throwing himself at the ground with a genuinely panicked sounding scream. He claws desperately at the riverbank as he's dragged towards the river, trying to both slow the speed of his kidnapping and reach his cane.

He's not having much success at either task. Help a guy out? ]

( iii. it never ends pt. 2 )

[ Eventually, the misunderstanding with Callan gets cleared up, and Oscar is a lot more willing to get near and in the water. Turns out, being some sort of weird otter monster makes swimming even more refreshing than it usually is, and it's not hard to lose several hours at it when it's so easy.

He's not paying the most attention to the people that might also be near the river, however. He has a tendency to pop up next to the shore or stepping stones without a lot of warning. At least he always looks a little sheepish when he does! ]

Oh! Uh... Sorry about that.

III

[foreversembrace]

[Till, having…not really gotten over his own transformation but Trying To Push Through It regardless is lounging on his belly near the riverbank with his sketchbook, working on doing some loose sketching of the flowing water and seaborn that occasionally poke their heads out or fly into the sky. He’s expecting to see a fish or two flopping about, but certainly not an otter-person that pops up out of nowhere, quickly enough to splash water a little in his direction.

He hisses and pulls back, lifting one of his forepaws as he feels the water fleck against his fur.]

Watch it, you’re getting my sketchbook wet.

Nicholas D. Wolfwood | Trigun Stampede | Current Player

[lupusxylem]

A) Awooooo!! | The Grove | OPEN

[Something told Wolfwood not to go outside today. Or, maybe just skip going outside for a month altogether. Maybe if he did that, Things wouldn’t happen, right? Lol, lmao even.

It’s not that he was trying to check out the mushrooms or anything like that. He was literally just…outside, taking his dog on a walk because she’d been alone at the Grove for a solid month without her parents and they ABANDONED HER FOREVER etc. Angelina is older now, a proper young-adult lanky dog, and by now she knows better than to go out into the forest…but the mushrooms. They compelled her. And one too many instances of Wolfwood having to near chase after her into the spores was really all it took for him to get hit.

And, well…Suri thinks he’s pretty damn funny, because Wolfwood emerges from the edge of the woods with his clothing in complete (and I do mean complete, he’s going to need to find new clothing or get it repaired) tatters hanging off his body, essentially leaving him nude if it weren’t for the fact his body’s completely covered in dark black fur.

He’s changed into a Werewolf, a full-on wolfman, and he’s standing there with Angelina jumping around him excitedly like !?!?! dad? dad? dog????]

What. The fuck.

B) Put it on the lid. The lid. the lid. the- | The Inn (kitchen) | OPEN

[Does he have clothing on? Does he not? I’ll let you decide. Regardless, he’s in the kitchen trying to make a sandwich because what fucking else is he going to do, sit around complaining that he can see his big nose even more than he could before?

More to the point…he’s trying to eat so he can head off this unbearable craving for meat he has right now. Like, in a ravenously carnivorous way, and he doesn’t want to be that guy who runs into the forest and bites a deer’s ass compulsively. He’ll eat fish from the river before letting it come to that, if he can help it. But for now…sandwich. The Inn kitchen is preferable to the cabin solely because 1) his big wings have more room to not smack into things and 2) Angelina isn’t there, trying to jump up on and play with him.

Of course, this would be fine if he could get this jar of mayo open. Turns out, even with his more hand-like paws than you’d expect a Werewolf to have, gripping things is…a bit of a struggle. He tries and fails to open the jar for what feels like an hour, the curses he’s hissing becoming increasingly colorful until the jar slips from his hands altogether, he drops it straight on his one paw, and turns and just

grips the edge of the sink, thrusts his head into the sink, and screams at the top of his lungs into it.

He’s doing fine. But if he sees you staring, he’ll whip around with his ears pinned:]

What!?

C) Clipped Wings | The Church | OPEN

[Sometime later, Wolfwood goes to try (key word being try) to work on some of his usual chores at the Church, but as it turns out the pigeons aren’t too fond of his presence currently. Makes sense, he’s a wolf, so many of them flee the rafters for the temporary safety of the barn. Even the king pigeon has left him, bye. But this does mean Wolfwood is freed up to climb up the rickety stairs to the attic, and then further through the second story window onto the roof where the shingles still need some TLC.

He sighs as he leans against the steeple, arms folded with his tail swaying behind him. If he happens to see someone pass by down below, he’ll call out idly to you.]

Y’think I’d be able to fly if I jumped from here?

D) Closed to Ain

[Knock knock Ain are you home, Wolfwood is barging in anyway-

To the tailor shop, specifically, because he figures Ain will be there because Busy because EVERYONE is exploding right now. But it’s not to get his clothing fixed (please for the love of GOD put on a pair of pants), it’s because he’s holding Bartholomew between both hands underneath his Dachie armpits like a sack of potatoes, and when he does finally spot Ain at his work desk, he’ll thrust him forward. Mew’s back legs kindof swing in midair as he does this.]

Okay- What’s he done now?

[Mew is bigger! He is no longer small Dachie. He is corgi Dachie :)]

[OOC: Im sorgy I got lazy and didn’t put up OOC plotting this time, but if you’d like to plot something specific feel free to hit me up over DMs or in the discord!]

C

[thebladebringstheflame]

[Tragic, he called out to Flamebringer, who has been transformed into a particularly massive panther-taur and is meandering, currently. Like, your average panther in the wild is only 2-3ft tall, "big cat" but not "alarmingly enormous cat"... but it's Flamebringer, so of course just his panther half is about five feet high when he's standing on all fours. Of course it is.

This also means that Flamebringer has cat brain. Which means perching. Wolfwood just essentially pspspsps'd him, and there's a moment when he pauses, cat ears swivelling toward the sound of the werewolf-angel's voice... and then he bunches up his haunches and oh no Wolfwood better fucking move because Flamebringer is leaping up onto the roof, all five hundred pounds of Cat, and if he's not careful the Sarkaz-panther is going to tackle him into the shingles.]

Sure, but this isn't a very high jump... is it? Jump off something higher.

[He taunts, doing that Cat Cirling Thing before he flops down against the exact spot Wolfwood is probably trying to clean. Oi.]

Min-Gi Park | Infinity Train | Current Player

[outofsynth]

TRANSPOREMATION
(cw: painless body horror, monster transformation)

[The forest is a dangerous place. Min's more than aware of that. Which is why he's equipped with his magical mini-synth when he dares venture in there. He can't fight, but he can protect himself if he needs to, and surely that's good enough. Unfortunately creatures aren't the biggest threat today, and Min-Gi's completely unaware of what's about to happen as he steps right onto a mushroom. The spores that cloud around him cling, immune to his attempts to brush them away.

His legs give way bonelessly, and his skin itches on his face, neck, and beneath his shirt. Touching reveals fleshy whisker-like tendrils on his face, and flaps he daren't prod with too much force on the side of his neck. When he finally braves an attempt at standing he discovers another problem. He's completely unable to. There's something different, though he can't place what. He doesn't feel hurt, but his legs feel strange and no matter how hard he tries they won't cooperate. Turning onto his back so he can look down quickly reveals the reason, and he pales as he sets eyes on a silver and blue patterned fish tail. His pants are tangled around the caudal fin, while his shoes lie on the ground not far away.

He should maybe consider attempting to pull himself to the nearby river, but it's not a thought that occurs to him as he stares down at himself in shock. One hand hovers over the tail as though he's afraid to actually touch it.]

GREEN RIVER

[Once he adapts, Min finds he doesn't actually mind his new form that much. The river feels like home in a way he doesn't want to admit out loud, but even without saying anything he's visibly more relaxed than most who've met him might expect in general, let alone after being forced into being something so drastically different from his usual self.

Throughout the month of May he can be found there, having declined Callan's "invitation" with a little assistance from Sinann. Although it's pretty shallow for a merman his size, it's more than wide enough and he can be encountered in the deeper parts by any other aquatic monsters or anyone using the stepping stones.

Otherwise, he does still frequent the shore. He's built up an impressive collection of shells and rocks that he spends an unusual amount of time sorting into piles based on value.]

SUDDENLY SEABORN

[Although he can't exactly play his mini-synth while he's confined to the water, that hasn't kept him from his music. He spends a lot of time singing or humming with the baby Seaborn. In the day this is often near the shores or by the stepping stones rather than in the depths near their nest. Sometimes they're songs he knew back home, but there's just as much chance that he's working on the melodies for his and Ryan's own songs. His voice has acquired a strangely captivating quality that is far from unbreakable, but difficult to pull away from without actively attempting to. It instills a faint yearning for... something, though it's hard to place exactly what. Is it romantic, or simply the desire to be around him? It seems to vary, and times it's impossible to tell just what the feeling is.

Either way, while the Seaborn enjoy singing with him, they don't seem to be drawn to it in the same way other residents of the Grove are. Strange...]

WILDCARD

[ooc: You can find me on plurk at thlayli, or PM me if you have ideas for other threads!]

transporemation

[succiduous]

[Well, thank God that Gnosis still has his legs! It's happenstance that he comes across Min-Gi a minute or so after his transformation, with the former Liberi himself sporting an appearance that's almost reaperlike (or demonlike, depending) bar the bits of frost coming off of him in small bursts. This, he can't control, and the area will feel much colder in his presence as he crouches down to check and make sure Min-Gi is alive.]

Can you breathe?

[Being a literal fish out of water can't be good, can it?]

Sesa | Arknights | Current Player

[sesa]

A) Mmm febrik | Anywhere | OPEN

[Although transformation in any capacity is undoubtedly jarring and a little uncomfortable, Sesa is far more accustomed to being ~Creature~ than a lot of people here. He has never been human, so becoming more…creaturey isn’t that big of a deal?

Well, it wasn’t going to be, until he spontaneously sprouts three new heads to deal with.

Having the head of a tiger over one shoulder, the head of a sheep over another, and the head of a snake rounding out the snake-body his tail has become is…unique, to say the least. Each seems to have their own personality somewhat divested from Sesa himself, although not completely. The tiger is more aggressive and aloof, the sheep a little skittish and pretty much always hungry, and the snake more curious than you’d think a snake would be. Which is to say…

As Sesa passes you, or is just in your vicinity for whatever reason, you might be accosted by growling, or a snake head poking into your sleeves like “hi :)”, or- probably the worst offender- a sheep trying to chew on your clothing or worse, hair. The Vouivre is of course immensely apologetic each time this happens, drawing away (and sometimes trying to pry one of the heads away in the process).]

Ah- I’m so sorry! Don’t mind them, they are a little…rambunctious.

B) Netbook | OPEN

I’m sure many of us are currently suffering the afflictions of these strange mushrooms, but I cannot help but be curious…

Has anyone tried to see what they taste like? If they are not poison, and half of us are already transformed as is, we may be wasting a rather fortuitous opportunity here.

C) I miss my wife tails | Closed to Elliot

[Since last month, Sesa has had something special he’d kept to himself until such a time that he could meet up with his spouse-to-be. He could have given this to him back in Neo Eden, he knows, but everything was a bit chaotic then…not that it isn’t. NOW, but somehow it feels a bit less so since this is more of a familiar chaos. Like sure, he has a Dolly for a head now, but what else is new?

Either way, he keeps something clutched protectively between his claws as he seeks Elliot out, and having not found him back home or at the cafe, he imagines he must be out and about. Makes sense, since the majority of them have changed and it’s just more comfortable to be where there’s more room to get around. Fortunately, he knows what to look for, and it isn’t long at all before he sees a familiarly shaped body coiled up in the branches of a nearby tree.]

There you are! I was almost beginning to worry.

[OOC: Im sorgy I got lazy and didn’t put up OOC plotting this time, but if you’d like to plot something specific feel free to hit me up over DMs or in the discord!]

it's for me prompt

[forwander]

[Elliot has been turned into something of a feathered naga serpent... thing... and has found that being up in a tree, coiled up like a treesnake, feels good. He's by the cafe taking a nap when Sesa finds him, and slowly uncoils from the branch he's on (which is blessedly big enough to hold his weight) and slides to the ground. A scaled blue underbelly flashes at Sesa as he comes to rest in front of him, and his feathers are the same orange as his hair, flat against his hide right now.

He looks very soft up until his tongue flicks out from his lips as he sniffs the air, and then it's like "oh yeah, this is a giant snake, he probably swallows his food whole". Hi Sesa :)]

I was taking a nap.

[He's been very sleepy ever since being turned into a giant reptile. Turns out snakes don't Do much.]

Till | Alien Stage | Current Player

[foreversembrace]

A) Monster Madness | The Inn | OPEN

[As his guard ever so slowly lowers, and Till gets to know more people and grow a little more…he wouldn’t say comfortable, but accustomed? To the way things are here, it’s easier to see him out and about. He isn’t going out of his way to visit people, necessarily, but he also isn’t spending 90% of his days cooped up in his room at the Inn, either.

But just a few short days into the massive rise of the mushroom colonies, and Till…disappears. To the point where one wouldn’t be blamed if they’d assumed he’d just been swept back to his world, like many others before him.

But if that were true…would his old room door be closed? Would it be locked, his window from the inside equally barred up so as not to allow anyone to see in? One wonders. Any attempts to reach him via Netbook fall on deaf ears, and even people coming to his door won’t get a response…not unless they’re very.

VERY persistent.]

Go away! Just…leave me alone!

B) Big Cat(?) energy | The River | OPEN

[It takes…a LOT of convincing, and maybe a little bit of coaxing, perhaps even someone to talk him down from several panic attacks, but eventually it becomes clear just why Till is so freaked out.

He’s…the definition of a Creature, right now. He’s no singularly identifiable thing, but instead what seems to be a mix-up of a lot of different creatures. He has the bottom half of what might be a cat of some sort, but he’s majorly mottled dark and light blues with iridescent parts of him that glow in the dark. He’s a taur of sorts, with a sharp blade-like protrusion on the end of his new tail, alongside horn-like antennae that curl up from his scalp. He has both fur and smooth, almost gecko-like skin.

He’s…more alien than anything. And that’s what he hates the most.

He’s outside, now, but he doesn’t particularly want to be as he mopes by the river, one of his big paws kindof splashing in and out of the slowly passing water. Every so often he’ll accidentally scoop up one of the seaborn on his pawpad, only to sigh and dip it back under so it can swim away again. A few of them just…fly out of his grasp though, weeee.]

…least someone’s having fun.

C) Shwooms | The Forest | OPEN

Fuck! Fuck-!

[In the edge of the treeline, Till is stomping on a patch of mushrooms with all four of his paws, kicking up clouds of spores in a desperate attempt to do…something. Change himself back, ideally, but that isn’t what’s happening. Every step into the mushrooms causes his body to shift, yes, but into increasingly worse forms. One moment he’s a strange alien cattaur, the next he’s composed completely of slime. The next, he’s a bird with wings for arms and three heads, shrieking with rage before he throws himself in again and turns into an even grosser, slug-like sea monster. He has to struggle to get changed again, this time swapping back to his original form before scrambling backwards away from the mushrooms…and tumbling backwards down a nearby incline he didn’t see, disappearing over the edge with a comical puff of dirt from the other side.

If anybody saw…or heard all of that and happens to look over the edge, they’ll find Till curled up at the bottom, his paws covering his eyes as he lays there, unhurt, but…terribly, immensely frustrated.]

[OOC: Im sorgy I got lazy and didn’t put up OOC plotting this time, but if you’d like to plot something specific feel free to hit me up over DMs or in the discord!]

B!

[outofsynth]

[Even Min's surprised by just how okay he is with his changes, but Till's own mood doesn't escape his notice. He watches from a deeper part of the river, making sure his new seaborn friends are okay. They don't seem to mind, though, some of them even swimming back to be scooped up again. One seems particularly invested in finding itself in Till's paw over and over again.]

It likes you.

[It's an awkward attempt to cheer him, but unfamiliar as he is with Till it's the best he's got.

Although his tail is obscured, the gills on his neck and the tiny patches of blue scales scattered across his skin may give away his aquatic nature.]

Flamebringer | Arknights | Current Player

[thebladebringstheflame]

i. lazy kitty

[Flamebringer is currently too large to fit in buildings. The mushrooms got him when he was out "keeping his blade sharp" as he'd put it, AKA training, and lo and behold he has become a panther. Of all the things he could be, this is fine, he supposes... solely because he has cat brain five times as hard now and no reason to give two fucks.

He figures out pretty quickly that being a giant cat effectively means he can get up into high places, like the inn roof... so that's where he is currently, having jumped up into a nearby tree and then onto the inn directly, where he's curled up into a lazy loaf with a paw dangling off the side of the awning.

Yaaaaaaawn.

He'll take a nap up here for a few hours. After that, if he happens to wake up and you pass by underneath, he'll call down to you—]

Hey. Bring me something to eat.

ii. grouchy kitty

[Flamebringer's newly-found habit of sleeping all day does not let up even once. Cat brain says "sleep" and so he sleep. Preferably, in a tree. If not a tree, in the tall grass closer to the edge of the forest, but not near any of those stupid mushrooms if he can help it.

Therefore, today, Flamebringer is curled up into a ball, completely conked the fuck out. You might see him and try to avoid him, but do you see his tail sticking out ahead of where you're walking? If not, you might just step on it, and it's with a yowl and a jolt that he suddenly startles awake and snarls:]

Watch it.

iii. hunting kitty

[Hi, are you prey animal coded and/or kind of small? Have feathers? Squeak when scratched? Or, are you Wolfwood or Ezell? Because congratulations, there is a panther literally stalking you through the underbrush. Sorry, predator brain says he has to bite you.

The thing about panthers is that they are sneaky. This is a thing they do very well in the wild, actually. They blend in, they stalk. Flamebringer... is hindered by the fact that he is massive, and although he has the correct stalking technique down, there's a pretty solid chance you'll see him coming. Slowly, of course, with silent pawsteps and a gleam in his eyes. Sadly, startling this cat to get him to run off won't exactly work in your favour — whenever you turn to look at him, say something, run, whatever, he's suddenly bounding toward you with full intent to knock you on your ass.

Maybe he'll snap out of it by the time he catches you, if he ever does.]

iv. wildcard

[blanket "i'm sorry for flamebringer" statement you know how it is]

i

[foreversembrace]

[Till is passing by, sketchbook under his arm as he tries not to vibrate into nonexistence…when he hears a familiar voice that causes him to come to a stop.

Look up.

…]

…do I have to? I’m not exactly on the clock right now…

[Till will never learn to respect his elders, turns out.]

Stanley Pines? | Gravity Falls CRAU | Current Player [cw: big scared dog behavior]

[charlastan]

+ THE SET UP (Closed, transformation preamble)

[It happens in an instant, like blowing himself up on an old landmine.

Later, Stan won't recall how or why or what his mental state even was at the time. There's only before everything exploded and immediately after. He might have stepped on something, something weirdly soft underfoot. Then his lungs filled with pollen and he hacked like the decades-long smoker he is, curling over into himself. Everything distorted after that, too fast for Stan to process. His bones and muscles twisted and ripped and ached. Teeth that have been missing for years grew into fangs, forcing him to spit out his dentures and leave them forgotten on the ground--

--everything goes dark after that. Whatever happened hurt so much that he hit the ground somewhere. Where? Is he just on the ground out the open for any fucking one to attack?

His eyes, all of them, open in a start and he's on his feet. All four feet. Everything is strange and blue and fuck he's so big? Was he always this big? W̸̡҉̛͉̻̜̻̜h̸̷̴̖̙̙̤͞ỳ̢͏̴̫̥̻̫͔̗ ̧̛̼̲̘͈̙͈̺̩̝̥͙̜̟͕̯c̵̫̳̠͖̬̩̰̻̤̭̬̭̘a͟҉̸̫̤͉̰͇͙̲͇̦͔̦̖͇͕͇̪ͅn̵̢̧̟̩̻̥̞͖̫͎̖̳̤̩̹̯̼̹͓͓̺͘'͖̯̲̬̯͇͍͙̱̰͕͎̖̭̟͙͞͞ţ̷̗̟̝̩̫̟̠̕͜͞ ̡̺̟͎̬̕h̷̶̡͓̩̞͖̝̝̻̥͚̬̮̤͔̠̦͘ͅͅȩ̛͚̝͓̠̩̫̬͎̭̗̲̙͇̫̙͔̳̰̫́͜͟ ̕͏̙̼͈͉r̕͝͡҉̶̦̟͍̯̹̙̩͔͍̠̻ͅe̖͓̦̥̝̼͉͜͜m͟͞҉̻̟̳̲̲̖͕̖̜̮̠̮é̢͡҉̹̞̼̤̩̘̜̘ḿ̵̛̪̪̥͎̣͈̙͕̱̹̗̕͢b̶̸̯̟͖̱͜͝e̡̫̣̥̟̲̫̯ŗ̸̛̮̪̣͕̮̝͉͍̲̀?̸̧̮̰̤̳͙̜̰̼̬͎!͏̨̜̬͓͖̙̯̙̲̖͚̺

Without a second thought, he bolts. Patches of grass burn beneath his feet, and a torn set of ripped and burnt clothes is left behind on the north edge of town, along with small blue stones and a set of dentures. It doesn't matter where he goes, he just has to go.

He has to go. Run. Ŗ̟̮̠̱͎͚̭̜̞̲̺͇̫̤͔̫Ų̨̭͓̬͕̬̻͔̕͜͝N̛҉̸̭̤͍̹͍̺̱͓̰̟̀ͅ ̶̛̫̖͍͕̥̰̹̟̺̮͡a̴̘̗̩͖̮͙̝͢͟ǹ̡̯̖̤̰̻͍̰͜d̷̸̷̴̘̙͈̝̜ ̠̙͈̣͙̺̙͎̺̫̘͉̺͍͚̀͟Ḏ̶̸̶̘̜̝̲̣̞̭͞O̴͙̱͉̻̥͕̹͍̱̟̺͖̲̮̕Ń̩̞̣̬͕͍̝̗͓͉̼̳̹̖̣̲͇̕͡͠'̡̬̭̖͎̯̖̘̰̹̳͙̻̜͔̗͍̺̀͜͝T̶̨̡͈̜̺̫̳̟̪̮̝̯̺́͢ ̨͕͙̹̩͔͓̠̗̥͍̬͇͉̪͠͞l̵̴̺̬͓͙̯͇͙̺͔͙̠̜͚̥̹̼͜ͅo̶̡͇͉̫͍̰̰̮̦͖̯̲̗̕͢ͅo̴̡̧̦͙̹̯͉͠k̴̶̶̷͉͉͍̟̠̹̘̺̳̥͎̤͕̘̬̱̣̮͕ ̢̥̲͓͙͔́͡ͅb̛̻̤͉͉͈̥͕̀ͅè̴͎͚͍̙͙͕͇̘̻͖̥͈̯̯͘͟h̲̗͉̥̘͓̱̭̙̭̖̯̭͍̺̻̩͓́͢ͅi̞̭̺̯̲̳̬̣͕̯̳̬̹͘n̢̛̳͙̻̫͝d҉̵̧̡̤̜̙͇̼͔̖̘͡ ͏̸̻͈̙̭͍̣͓̭͉͇̘̻̳̬̩̹͚̕͠͠ͅy҉̸̸̻̫͇͎͞o̡̧͇͎̲͖̪̙̝̪̞͇̳̱̙͈͎̜̖̪̲u̶̹̳̺͉̜̼̞̹̜͔̲̖̲̘̥̭͔̫͝ ̸̸̢͓̳̻̬͖̟̠̻̱̕͢ͅj̺͇̰̪̲̪̻̞͈̺͘͜͜͠u̴̜̤̝̙̙̪͍͝͠ś̸̝̹̞͎̦̞̦̜̪͍̬͈̙̫̲̜ͅͅṭ̸̢̳̭̜͈͓̹̦̩̻͖̬̮̟͉̫̘͡͞ͅ ̷̨̬̻̘̺͓̥̟̳͍̺̪̠̼́́͢ͅG̵̡̫̣̻͇̺͘͟͝Ǫ̵͠͠͏̠̭̦̹͖͉͈͇̼̘̪͍͓̼͎͇̮͚!̻̼͍͎̠̼͡͞ ]

A. SHELTER (Early May, Edge of Town, OPEN)
[It seems not all the new Monsters around the grove have retained their sense of self. People will likely smell it before they spot it - an odd blend of smoke and copper, thick enough to taste in the air. When it is on the edge of the Grove it blends into the fog wall, especially at night (though instinctively it knows it can't go there. It's dangerous in the fog.), but sometimes it can be seen stalking its way through town - a large, smokey dog. It's easily twelve feet tall and much too big to try and hide in any of the places it attempts to call shelter. It doesn't fit under the deck of the inn, or in any of the abandoned places of the formerly burnt town, and it seems to be avoiding the barn, settling for dark corners where it can watch for constant dangers.

But when it sees you, its eyes will lock onto you. There are six - two in the usual places and four clustered around the right eye like a poorly assembled puzzle. All are bright blue and flicker, as if this giant is burning alive. And if you're foolish enough to come close, it will go on the defensive, baring its teeth and growling, with its billowing smoke tail between its legs. This shows off the unusual marking on its back, a strange sigil that burns like its eyes.

You have ten seconds. If you take too long to do anything with those ten seconds though, the dog will run and run, leaving patches of burnt grass behind.]

B. FOOD (Early May, The Watchtower, The Inn, and any other establishment that serves food, OPEN)

[At night, when there are fewer people wandering around town, the beast skulks around looking for something to eat. It needs food, it needs to find food and shelter and food and--

It seems to know where food is though, just not exactly where to find it. It paces around the various establishments that serve food, looking for any sort of outdoor garbage can to knock over and feast from. Any time it does knock something over though it freezes, as though waiting to be caught or scolded. When it isn't immediately punished for it though, it rips through anything and everything. Sometimes it rips things just to rip SOMETHING, tearing the garbage until it's in itty bitty pieces. Paper harmlessly burns, and anything edible is scarfed down as though it might not eat again for a year.

Good luck trying to stop him. Or with the unholy mess afterwards if you didn't stop him.]

C. WATER (Early May, by the River, OPEN, cw: self-inflicted bites)

[Does it need water? It's crouched down by the river, trying to decide. ...Or perhaps it's looking at its reflection, trying to recognize what its seeing.

It puts a paw out and hovers it above the surface, watching the smoke billow out from its limb. Then it braces itself and dunks its paw in the water only to howl in pain and immediately take it out. This makes sense of course - it's made of fire and smoke, and water is...well, water.

The beast whines to itself and sinks down to lay flat against the riverbed. Instead of leaving its hurt paw alone though, it starts to gnaw on it anxiously, as if biting it will make it go away or make it stop burning or make everything just stop for a minute or two.]

D. YOUR OTHER NEEDS (Early May, wherever)
[These prompts are all for Stan's beast form, which was triggered by the mushroom transformation! There will be a log later in the month for his Human-ish self. More plot info is over here and if you want any other giant fire dog interactions please let me know!]

[ghostharasser]

[It's been a weird few days. Everyone has turned into something, people are hard to recognize at a glance.]

[Stan has been missing.]

[Dipper does not spend every night at the house. He often hangs out in other places, gets caught up in his hobby, whatever teens are doing these days, but he usually checks in and Stan is always usually home for the night. But, he hasn't seen Stan in a few days, did not find any kind of note and ...it's a small grove?]

[A particular fear starts to kick off in his heart, and he does his best to push it down. Something weird might have happened, maybe Stan turned into something embarrassing and was hiding. Maybe-]

[What was that sound?]

[Dipper, in his ...mostly aquatic state right now is heading back to the lake when he hears ...someone digging through the Inn trash?]

...Hello?

Timekeeper Cookie | Cookie Run | Current player

[ephemeralflow]

I.

[Timekeeper firmly believes that curiosity will get you everywhere - problem is, in the Grove, "everywhere" usually ends up being trouble. So she probably shouldn't have tried to harvest a few of those mushrooms thinking Dipper would like to see them, but at least she had the forethought to freeze time as soon as she saw the spores burst into the air.

Problem solved, right? She'll just take these and saunter a good ways away before releasing the frozen spore cloud aaaaaand nope, apparently these spores can home in even from several yards away.

She's not sure what it says about her time here that the grotesque sensation of her body abruptly and violently starting to rearrange itself several times over only elicits the thought of "Ah, here we go again." When it settles, she finds herself on the ground, surrounded by shreds of her clothing - R.I.P. the remainder of her original outfit; why did she have to be feeling nostalgic today - and braced on a total of four clawed and armored arms.

The trade off, of course, being that her legs are missing entirely, replaced by a large segmented... tail? It's a dull bronze color with black markings, looking more insect or perhaps crustacean like than anything, with rows of large scalelike gills down either side. For anyone familiar, it's a dead ringer for the abdomen of a mayfly nymph.

It doesn't take her long to realize that the gasping she's doing after that ordeal isn't actually doing anything for her as far as oxygen goes. She grabs at her throat momentarily - because ow, wait, those are claws - then turns and starts to scramble for the water.

She's not terribly far from the riverbank, but she doesn't quite make it. Her strength is enough to pull this body along, certainly, but the dizziness from lack of breath still forces her to collapse. Well. Help?]


II.

[Whether someone helps her to the water or Callan pulls her in himself, it doesn't take Timekeeper more than a week or so to come to a singular conclusion about this: Being stuck in the water is boring.

It was a little interesting to see the Seaborn's nest at first, but the novelty wore off quickly, and she's not much one for singing. Seeing who else ended up aquatic and pestering them has also worn thin. She hasn't even bothered to ask anyone to bring her her netbook, figuring that seemed far too annoying to try to keep dry somewhere ashore. Callan only seems to want to tussle, and while letting this shape's hunting instincts and her draconic strength go wild was exciting at first, that is now also old. So what does she do?

She resorts to pranks, of course. Wander too close to the river or lake, and you might find yourself abruptly pulled in, or hit with a sudden huge splash of water, or feel a cold wet claw just grab your ankle and not even do anything else. Timekeeper speaks up once she fully has your attention.]

I! Have a request.


III. Wildcard

[come at me bro]

I.

[outofsynth]

[Min-Gi had been lucky, it appears. Although he also acquired gills in his transformation that isn't his only way of breathing. Which means he can help, even if there are complications. Mostly in the fact his own tail makes maneuvering himself on land difficult in what is clearly an urgent situation.

Hauling himself up on the bank isn't too bad, but everything from there is much more difficult. He has to drag himself with his arms the short distance across the ground, doing his best to ignore the sharp stones digging into his soft skin. His fish tail flops uselessly behind him, more from instinct than any real attempt to use it. He exhales heavily once he reaches her, not waiting for permission to lift her as best he can from his own prone position.]

Hold on... the water isn't far.

kiera / original / current

[cryopathy]

i. day
cw: transformation, burning alive

[so... those spores, huh?

kiera doesn't think much of them at first; they're annoying, but fascinating. they know someone who would kill to study these things, and it makes them fall that much farther back into their feelings.

at some point after the spores "wear off," she's resting in a patch of sun like the cat that she is, when the horrors begin. when her body first begins twisting and breaking itself, she gives a small, choked cry, but cuts it off quickly. no sense in drawing attention to herself, not when this could be or prelude an attack from the forest. through the rest of the transformation, she's silent, and after skin and bone tears into countless shapes, it all snaps back into a form almost identical to the original.

and suddenly, everything burns.

this time, the sound that wrenches itself out of their throat is an agonized screech more animal than human. the acrid scent of burning flesh fills the air, and on instinct, kiera scrambles for the shade. once they're out of the sunlight, maybe under some trees or on the side of a building, their shrieks die down to snarls, then hisses. it'll take a good few minutes for the exposed flesh of their face, chest, and arms to knit itself back together, and even longer for them to figure out what they're going to do when the sun shifts and destroys the shadows of their hiding spot.]


ii. night

[since their unfortunate transformation into a full-blooded castillan vampire, kiera is only around the grove at night, and avoids the area around the bar entirely. they're confined to the grove proper, west of the river, unable to cross it. but they do randomly find themself outside of homes or businesses where other residents live, staring in through windows in the way a concealed predator watches from its perch.

before they can catch themself, the golden glow of both of their eyes may give them away. likewise, anyone who happens to pass nearby them will note their ears are distinctly pointed, they look far more pallid than usual, and their skin is freckled with what appears to be faintly bioluminescent particles, some blue and some pink. their slitted pupils reflect light like a cat's when looked at head-on, and there's something sharp and hungry in their stare.]

Get the fuck away from me. [their words are hissed through gritted fangs, far more openly aggressive than most folks in the grove have ever heard out of them, but the self-restraint in their tone is just as obvious as the hostility.]


iii. WILDCARD
[[y'all know the drill plz hmu on discord or PM if you wanna plot my ass did not have the spoons for plotting post]]

i

[mushroommaniac]

[Sure like, all of that did just happen. But have you considered - ]

What the hell. Who stepped on it?

[A far too lanky individual enters the area, either ignoring Kiera or simply not seeing them. Instead, they crouch in front of the now squished mushroom, using the end of a pen to poke at it.]

Gotta use my memory to sketch you then, huh? Jokes on you, I fried that years ago little buddy.

[They reach out with their pen once more, scooping up some of the spores. They bring it to eye level, studying them, before sticking their tongue out. Kiera, I know you're distracted but please stop your idiot.]

Luca Aurelius | Original Character | Current Player

[unheiring]

i. Visionaire and Deepest Fake — The Watchtower Bar

[The bar reopens with very little pomp or circumstance. One day, the door is simply open again, and that’s all there is to it. There is soup on the hearth, a pie on the counter, and plenty of music being played. There’s even the start of a stage being built, though it’s still very early. All told though, it’s very normal.

But maybe, just maybe, you might notice there isn’t the usual massive cheese spread?

Luca doesn’t seem to have anything to say about that. Nor about his absence. He just offers a warm smile, and the offer of a drink. The new, colorful options are on full display, all glitter, glowing, and smoking.

For all intents and purposes, it should make for a normal night. But at some point, Luca starts to look distracted. He’ll miss a drink order, then blink -]

Right, your drink. [But his eyes drift once more, over toward the table in the corner. His lips twitch downward. He reaches for the glass but -

When he looks down, the surface has lit up in flame. He’s unfazed as it the flames expand over his hand. He shakes it once, then sighs.]

Well. That’s new. Just a second.

[Don’t mind him as he pours a glass of water over it.]

ii. Dirty Gold, the Colours Change — Beiwe’s Church

[Anyone who comes across Luca outside of the bar will start to realize that he’s… really trying to keep busy. It isn’t just his new role as a priest of Beiwe, either. There’s an almost frantic way that he throws himself into his tasks, gently coaxing animal paws in their tasks or sweeping out dust. He gives a nod to the scattered faces about the room, but mostly… he just tries to work.

But when he thinks alone, when he tries to keep his hands busy with his pottery, his mind starts to wander. He thinks of home, of the strange things that have happened over the past few months. He thinks of River, his hollow smile, and vicious demeanor. And then he glances toward a window, catches sight of the other church in the distance and -

A wave of sparks races out from around Luca. They catch on stray papers and other things, and Luca quickly finds himself stamping them out.]

Beasts — Shit!

[You might want to help him.]

iii. Hands are Frozen, Feel No Pain— Around the Grove

[Like with most months, things quickly start to go wrong. He watches in horror as monsters begin to move into the Grove. His instinct is to attack, pulling his rapier out with one hand and summoning flame into the other. But when it becomes clear that they’re not out to attack… things just feel weird.

Weird, and strange, and of course everything would go upside down when he’s trying to just keep it together and —

The flames are back. They spread up the span of his arms within seconds, but they don’t burn his skin. Nevertheless, wild panic flows through him as he tries to shake the flames out.]

Stop, stop. Please just stop.

[He’s been able to control his flames for all of his life. Why now?]

iv. I Just Wanna Hold the Flame— Wild Card

[DM me, hit me up, or just throw something my way!]

II

[foreversembrace]

[Till has come here to try to chill the fuck out, and upon realizing these animal spirits are basically engaging in arts and crafts? Well, sign him the fuck up. This is peak calming for someone like Till who never got to do this sort of thing back home, so for maybe the first time since he changed forms he is in his lane, he is vibing…he is meticulously painting one of the little clay pieces with one of the offered paint brushes, completely unaware that Luca is even here. He wouldn’t really “know” him as the guy he argued with in the Netbook anyway, but maybe that doesn’t matter so much now…

Not when that sudden curse gets him to look up with alarm, only to feel the fur along the backs of his legs and neck rise at the sparks kicking up from around someone standing in the middle of the room. He’s on his feet before he can think, his taur body thundering forward as his paws slap anything on the floor that’s caught flame, only to look over and see that the sketchbook he’d brought and left nearby has suffered a couple of the scattered sparks having fallen onto the open pages. He stumbles over to rescue it, though by the time he brushes them off it’s a little too late…the page has a few black holes eaten through it, and though it’s just some minor damage, it’s enough to make him whirl around-]

What the fuck are you doing?!

Agent Texas | Red vs. Blue | New Player

[a_shadow]

i. GRAB A BRUSH AND PUT A LITTLE MAKEUP —

When Tex awakens, it's to being in a human form—a completely different form from what she had experienced being in where she came from. She shouldn't have even been able to sleep. But awakening she is, and she rises, more than a little groggy, off the pallet on which she'd been lying.

She seems to be inside a general store of some kind, back in the stockroom. She goes through the double doors that lead to the main section of the shop. If she encounters anyone here she's going to have some questions, but for now she's going to explore and try to figure out what's going on.

The shop itself doesn't seem to be anything out of the ordinary, as far as she can tell. She wanders the aisles, then goes to the counter, where there are knives in cases displayed under glass. She starts heading around the counter to the back, wanting one of them to protect herself in case she's found herself in a dangerous place. It's only prudent, not being in her robot anymore.

ii. TRANSPOREMATION —

Once she's left the shop, she encounters the mushrooms. She hasn't even had the time to get used to the fact that she's in a body made of flesh before she steps on one of them and she finds that her body is painfully transforming—the creaking of her bones and joints, the snapping of tendons, the tearing of skin, presage her transformation into a giant arachnid creature with a large armored carapace at the front.

It doesn't occur to her right away to try stepping on the fungus again to undo the transformation. In fact, she's rather curious about it, and not that displeased. It's closer to being in a robot than a human body was, at least. She skitters away from the mushrooms instead, toward the egde of the forest.

iii. IT NEVER ENDS —

In her new form, Tex finds that she's craving meat. Fresh, raw meat. She begins to hunt amongst the trees, actually finding the experience rather refreshing. She stalks a deer in the woods, learning which motions of hers lead to too much noise for it not to be startled away, and eventually takes it down. It's been difficult, considering how much sunshine is filtering through the trees, and she's proud of the fact that she managed it.

iv. WILDCARD —

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i.

[ozmosis]

The Grove is a pretty small place. Oscar doesn't know everyone here, but after a month or two in such a tiny town he's developed a pretty good eye for who's familiar and who's not. Especially with new people arriving all the time.

So when he walks into the general store and sees an unfamiliar blond woman behind the counter, he draws up short and blinks.

"Ah... Excuse me?"

Thorns | Arknights | Current Player

[sailingfor]

[[ooc: hi i am super not going to finish this art have my concept art of alraune thorns thanks]]

i. photosynthesis :)

[The Forest thinks it's funny, transforming Thorns into, well, a plant. Frankly, when he chose his codename as "Thorns" he meant more like the spines on a sea urchin and not a rose, but the mushrooms don't seem to care what he was thinking at the time. It's strange, having his legs replaced with masses of thorny roots, his lower half a golden rafflesia that blessedly does not smell like the actual plant. More than that, it's difficult to walk; Thorns winds up shuffling out of the woods in just under an hour when it should have taken him fifteen minutes otherwise, finding himself tired and in dire need of something to eat.

Plant brain is telling him to head to the middle of the Grove, where the sun is shining the strongest and the well is Right There in case he needs some water, and it's there that he physically roots himself into the soil and relaxes. One might call this sunbathing if he weren't, y'know, a giant plant. Very carefully, the sundews and fly traps spread out so he can catch food, something instinctual that Thorns is hardly aware he's doing. His eyes close, and he looks almost like he's sleeping...

...

You pass him by at some point, and thinking that you might be Food, a sundew lashes out and curls around your leg, dragging you closer with a surprising amount of force. It's only when Thorns becomes aware that what he's tasting isn't, uh, lunch... that he cracks one eye open and lets you go.

Oops.]

Lo siento.

ii. no photosynthesis :(

[Night falls, and Thorns looks... well, perhaps not "ill" but definitely "out of sorts". Exhausted, like he hasn't slept in three years despite the fact he spent most of his post-transformation time rooted in the dirt and eating the literal sun (and random small animals and bugs that crossed his path). Like, for once, he has eaten today! You could say that that's all he's been doing! And yet, here he sits, looking vaguely like he's going to collapse.

He has not yet correlated that nighttime means plant bedtime, so to speak; he's simply trying to uproot himself from the soil he placed himself in hours ago and make it to the clinic. Surely someone there will be able to diagnose him with whatever disease he got (it's called "nighttime" babe) and give him treatment (the treatment is go to bed).

If you pass by him, this time he does not try to eat you, but he does almost painfully wheeze out—]

Could you help me get to the clinic? Gracias.

iii. wildcard

[sorry not too many big thoughts this month, you know where i am if you need me—]

i

[reydelostests]

[Guess who’s back, back again-

Elysium has uh. Well uh. You know how he just keeps reappearing from the Forest every other month? Yeah he doesn’t know why this is happening to him either, but it really barely feels like any time is passing each time it occurs. Just getting ping-ponged between this world and Terra seems like some kind of cosmic prank at his expense, but considering the fact that he knows Thorns to be here…or at least, he’s been here the last two times, it makes him eager to try to find the Aegir again if at all possible.

Of course, he is held up by the shrooms.

Elysium can’t avoid the spores even if he wanted, and suffice it to say that he- too- has been transformed. He’s become a Liberi-taur of a sort, with the wings of the Tern and big strong talons for walkin’. His tailfeathers are big and long and shake a little as he walks, keeping his eyes peeled for anyone familiar…namely Thorns, but the other Terrans too, as well as others he’s made friends with in the Grove.

He was not expecting to have something trip him up so suddenly, a squawk escaping him as he hits the ground hard and gets dragged backwards, his free leg scrabbling for purchase in the dirt while his wings flap around wildly, dropping a few feathers on the way.]

Detener! Let me go-!!

[Then he manages to roll over onto his back, somehow, looking up past crossed arms over his head to find…]

…I-Isidor-? Is…that really you?

Aerith Gainsborough | Final Fantasy 7: Rebirth | Current Player, New Character

[floraldisclosure]

i. wake up

[ When Aerith's eyes flutter open, she is most certainly not in her room at the Gold Saucer. In fact, it's odd that she finds herself waking up at all, considering she doesn't recall falling asleep. A quick glance down at herself reveals she's still fully dressed like she wasn't planning on retiring for the night, and she hums thoughtfully to herself, frowning. A quick glance back up, and it's definitely not the hotel. The decor isn't nearly as spooky.

In fact! She's not even on a bed at all! She's sitting on the floor, and it looks an awful lot like a... bar, maybe? Some kind of restaurant? There's a pot of something simmering away, at any rate, and hey, at least it smells nice. Doesn't answer her question about where she is, but at least it's nice to know she's not going to go hungry.

For now, she will stand up, brush herself off, and approach the first person she can find. Which happens to be... you! ]

Hey there! Sorry about... falling asleep, I guess? I'm a little turned around, though. Could you tell me where I am?


ii. time treks on

[ With how much time she had spent at the church in the Sector 5 slums before leaving Midgar, it isn't all that surprising that Aerith would be drawn to another church. This one isn't quite like hers, though, filled less with flowers and more with cute little critters making pottery and the comforting smell of freshly-baked bread. It's different, but not in a bad way. Just different!

But it's hard to deny the creatures that are so diligently working on arts and crafts. They're just so cute, and they're working so hard! So, before long, she's sufficiently flecked with accidental paint smudges, but she's carrying a fully-painted plate over to set down with the rest waiting to be fired in the kiln with an air of satisfaction. Rubbing the back of her wrist on her forehead, she lets out a soft 'phew!' and turns to smile at whoever is beside her. ]

Never really thought I had much in the way of artistic talent, but how could I say no to these little guys?


iii. it never ends

[ In a quieter moment, when she isn't exploring anything and everything, Aerith might be found crouching beside a patch of small, bluish-white mushrooms. Her arms are braced folded on her knees, and while she's careful not to get close enough to touch them, she's certainly within range. But that doesn't stop her. ]

You guys sure are causing a lot of trouble lately, huh. But I'm sure you don't mean it. You're just doing what you have to do, aren't you?

[ As though the mushrooms will answer her. Of course, they won't, but it doesn't stop her from talking nonetheless. ]


iv. wildcard

[ Want to do something that isn't listed here? Use this option, or hit me up on discord to plan! ]

III

[ephemeralflow]

My, do they normally talk back, where you're from?

[That mushroom patch just so happens to be close enough to the river for one of its new residents to take interest. Timekeeper is propped up by one set of clawed arms resting on the bank, the other pair's clawed fingers laced under her chin. She's not wearing anything - it's too much trouble right now and yes she hates it thanks - but her new form is all chitinous bronze carapace so it's not like there's anything to see, anyway. And perhaps that's not entirely accurate - she is still wearing a simple eyepatch over her left eye.]

I am certain they would tell you that their master did, in all senses, very much mean to cause trouble.

white lily cookie ⚜️ cookie run kingdom ⚜️ oldbie

[lilyberation]

i. can you feel your heart burning? can you feel the struggle within?
ooc note: lily gets corrupted in this prompt! this is not something i plan on fixing or having her discover any time soon. dwbi.
cw: grief, hallucinations

( the sensory nightmare of neo eden fades and life in the grove resumes, and lily... lily has to move on. or at least try. she gets up in the morning, makes meals for herself, shadow milk cookie and the hatchlings- always dasik and quicksilver, but sometimes others join them overnight as well. she helps tend to the garden, because vash's company helps, and she tries. that's all she can do.

at one point a thorn in the garden cuts her hand, and it stings like no other, but she tends to it, bandages it and moves on. it's only later when she thinks she sees pure vanilla cookie standing in the garden that she falters- but then it's gone, and... it's probably just her being tired. that's all.

it continues, and she continues trying. this is probably the only reason you find her outside at all, be it shopping, gardening or trying to work her way to the clinic- small steps, forgive her. )

... Oh, hello.

ii. the fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make.
cw: body horror, monster transformations, fungal parasitism
monster form inspo

( it had been an accident. something caught her eye again- was that elder faerie cookie in the distance? stars, she missed him so- and the next thing she knows, spores are digging into her skin and a sickening crunch is drowned out only by her scream- soon, lily is smaller, only three feet tall, feeling hollow as four butterfly wings flap slowly to dry from her blood. it hurts. it hurts, it hurts it hurts- once she's able to, she immediately bolts, flying for anything remotely safe...

... which may be why you end up with a large doll-sized woman suddenly barreling into your arms or back, clinging. )

iii. you cannot kill me in a way that matters.

( eventually- eventually the butterfly calms down, at least. and with the sun church moved and restored, there's something to at least distract herself with. she sits on the table with one of the dog spirits, a stone slab and a hundreds of colorful glass and clay tiles beside her. if you come by, she offers a little smile. )

... I'm making a mosaic...

( ... so she is! and she proceeds to lay another piece down. invigorating. )

iv. decay exists as an extant form of life

( wildcard option babey! )

ii.

[forwander]

[Passenger, who is a nagalike feathered serpent, is not expecting a sudden thing to fly into his back. He twists around, grateful that his spine is long suddenly, and flips Lily in front of him as she sort of slides down his feathers.]

White Lily?

mafuyu asahina ♡ project sekai ♡ oldbie

[beathollow]

i. feathers and ferns
cw: monster transformation, body horror

( she had tried very hard to avoid the mushrooms, really she did- she saw them show up over time in the grass outside of the shrine, and she'd resolved to not get involved!

and then she did in fact misstep, and now? now she has feathery, betaloned legs, four wings with floral growths- the larger, more normal wings seem to have black lilies, cape marguerites, rowan flowers and... she thinks its plumeria? draped across the top of them, and the second set are small yet long, instead of feathers there are leaves. the ends are graced with a single large anemone each. one might think this would be heavy and impact flight, but it doesn't seem to.

mostly she's just- greatly uncomfortable. her legs hurt, and her back is too sore to fly. and as she tries to make her way back home, she sees more transformed people... )

... Ah... you too...?

ii. radiantly-

( mafuyu hadn't intended on visiting the sun church for long, truthfully- she feels a bit bashful with how the wings rather cruelly impact her wardrobe; no indecency, but one might be forgiven for assuming that she's basically wearing a corset and a big enough skirt to cover the bird legs. it's- a lot, in her limited experience!

but then one of the little lion fellows went gaoooo! for help, and now she is here quietly painting a pot. )

... Is this good? ( gao! ) Oh, okay.

( not good enough! and when you approach, the lion whirls on you- )

... Careful, he'll drag you in, too.

iii. wildcard!

( shrugs. )

i

[unheiring]

[Luca holds up his hands, quick to shake his head. There's a faint hint of mirth in his gaze, but mostly he's just worried about Mafuyu right now.]

I am afraid my feathers are quite normal now. [He chances taking a step forward, then laying a hand on her shoulder.]

Are you alright? How do you feel?

Katsuki Bakugo | MHA | Current Player

[nitrotempered]

✱ Whose room - YOUR ROOM!

In which Bakugo somehow wakes up on your bed, in your room, utterly confused.
cw: mha manga spoilers & emetphobia

[ He doesn't remember a thing. However, in a place like this, there is rarely a time when anyone does. This particular thing, ending up in someone elses bed instead of his own, keeps happening to him specifically. On some days when he wakes up, Katsuki is an early riser; 6 am mornings were always for him. Maybe someone else is in the bed with him - how the fuck? Maybe as he wanders further into the room, his eyes lock with the person whose place this belongs to, and he immediately starts yelling at them - WHY DID YOU KIDNAP ME?

More rarely, but it happens, he wakes suddenly, lurching forward, nearly falling out of the bed and gasping for breath, wildly gripping at his chest. Attempting to ensure he was whole again, with no emptiness that made him. Desperation can be found in his face as he heaves with every breath, trying to come down from the panic attack, and he's terrified, sad, upset - it hurts like his chest exploded all over again. Does his mom know? Does his dad know? Does Izuku know?

He's sick, and Katsuki tries his best not to hurl his insides onto the bed. ]

✱ TRANSPOREMATION

its time to D-D-D-D-DUEL!!! with ur fists
cw: self harm ment & some body horror & eluding to child soldiering

[ At first, he was abhorred by the changes, even going so far as to deeply needle into his own skin to tear it apart. He attempts to vie for control over himself in a situation where weakness is viewed as something volatile and horrific. If he is to lose control over the one thing he needs control over the most, then what was the point of it? It's agonizing the way his body shifts and how in one moment he was no more than a now 18-year-old, to something more monstrous in conception.

Scales decorated along his skin as they protrude through, and horns that pushed out from his head at either side curl inwards towards his face. The more that changes, the more he tries to stop it, the more he continues to claw at himself in a slight panic - maybe you're there, maybe you're not.

Later, at least, when he's come to accept it, when his body forces him to accept it. The only thing on his mind is to conquer - HE NEEDS TO WIN! At all costs, collect his wins and hold them as keepsakes. Everybody is the enemy now, and no one is found without him barreling quickly towards them with such wild energy, demanding them to fight him!

Shirtless to boot, a large mark on his chest that looks as if his chest exploded at one point - it did by the way - and tons of holes that decorate across his chest. His arms are torn up and scarred profusely, and he seems to have successfully fixed his pants around his long, fat tail that drags behind his body.

Why does someone so young have so many horrific scars?

Also, he had dragon peets and they have dragon peet pads, squeeze em.....

Anyway - Katsuki didn't bother with a shirt because he needed to fight. Also, because he has huge wings now. ]

Quirk Rule Summary if you want to RNG it

✘ Easy Rules
No AC & No HP.

• Each player rolls 1d20 to attack.
• Higher roll wins the round.
• A difference of 5+ means the attack is especially strong means special effect.
• A natural 1 = fumble - so something goes wrong.
• A natural 20 = critical success, so a powerful hit or special can move land.

To reiterate:

• Higher roll = successful hit
• Lower roll = failed to defend/react in time
• If tied, both attacks clash one gets hit
• If character uses water against Bakugo + 1 to your roll

Continued:

• Roll difference 1 - 4 = normal
• Roll 5-9 difference = strong hit (staggered/stunned)
• Roll 10+ difference = big hit (pinned, disarmed)

Some conditions and optional flavor if you want:

Staggered = next roll -2

Stunned = roll disadvantage next turn (roll 2 & then pick lower)

Pinned = skip your turn unless you want to roll to contest

How to win:
However you want, the first character to roll 3 big hits can win, or whatever you want, etc! Your call.

If you dont want to do the roll shit, then we can just pick who wins idc who wins Bakugo can lose for fun!

✱ TIME TREKS ON

a perfectionist

[ It's a sight to see the wild dragon that was battling before is now sitting here painting away at a vase. He seems to be taking this very seriously, too, at work. He is currently molding a large pot with his hands and claws. Completely tuned in on the details he creates, an eastern-style dragon that sweeps around the pot and has its head set at the top. Katsuki doesn't seem to mind anyone around him.

He'll also help anyone try to translate a conversation between the animals, not that he understands them directly. It's just easy for him to put one and one together.

When it's time to eat - he just... Eats. Eats a lot.... Eats a lot.... He also takes the spicy foods and pours as much hot sauce or anything spicy around into it too. ]

✱ wildcard

[ Feel free to hit me with anything at any time lol! witchcess or discord. ]

time treks on

[forwander]

[Passenger is here at the pottery wheel himself, though having been turned into a feathery naga, he's not quite sitting in the chair as much as he is coiled around himself and sitting up that way. He isn't much of a talker, but he does notice what Bakugo is doing and thinks it's quite impressive.]

It looks nice. Do you often sculpt?

Loop | In Stars And Time | Current Player

[theuniverseleads]

✧fae!Loop references/info✧

[A - Collapsar]
cw: painful transformation, body horror & related trauma

[It's a normal day for a walk, up until Loop steps on a ring of mushrooms laying in their blind spot. The burst of spores engulfs them, and they don't yet have the lungs to even cough—they just pause mid-step, surprised and unsure.

Then their whole body starts to contract.

This isn't the first time they're suffered a sudden, painful transformation, but of course they couldn't just re-experience the same kind of horrific pain they're used to. No, it has to be a new kind of horrific pain. It feels like being crushed and compacted, skin stiff and cracking from the pressure until it splits and bursts. The light of their head flares then starts to dim at an alarming rate, new sensations rippling across their face and head, creeping down their neck, their back, spreading all the way to their toes. Everything feels raw in a way they haven't felt in months, maybe years—like everything that was drawn in vague outlines has suddenly been sharpened into focus. They feel their gut twist, lungs sucking in air, teeth clacking in their jaw, the now-alien sensation of lips parting wide.

They scream and scream and scream, which... probably sounds hilarious to anyone normal-sized. And they just keep screaming. The pain is mostly downgraded to just general discomfort, but they can scream. They have not been able to scream in so long. Let them have this.]

[B - Snack Sized]

[It takes a couple days for them to adjust, but... this is actually great? The best thing that has ever happened to them here, honestly. Loop is living their best fae-life.

And most importantly of all, it means they can eat food again. It has been! So long!!

They've become a frequent visitor to every bar and cafe in the Grove overnight, lounging around on tables next to comically large plates and glasses. The food is quite literally bigger than them, but this won't stop them from trying. They are determined to try everything before this "curse" wears off, praying their metabolism hasn't changed too much...

But since they are so small... it'd be easier for everyone if they just took sample-sizes, right? And everyone else is already ordering such a nice variety... no one would even notice if they took an itty bitty tiny Loop-sized bite...

... unless the other person is paying a little too close attention for them to just swipe a piece. In which case it's straight to plan B.]

You're not gonna eat all of that, are you?

[C - Visitor]

[Bring small compared to food: awesome! Being small compared to doors and windows: significantly less awesome! They are quickly learning that they cannot operate a doorknob at this size. Window clasps are slightly easier, but actually opening a heavy window all by themselves? Not great! Really hurts their back. Do not recommend.

Unfortunately, most buildings have doors and windows, including their own house. So... getting inside or outside is something of a challenge. And with the whole star-disease thing still going on, they're really not keen on being trapped outside past dark.

Luckily, other people have normal sized hands with fingers and thumbs and all that jazz. Please don't be freaked out by the tiny glowing entity tapping on your window late at night. Nothing bad will happen if you let them in.]

[D- Wildcard]

((obligatory wildcard prompt blah blah blah hit me up on discord/BlueFlewFedUQueen if you wanna do a different thing!!!))

D. time for loop snacks-

[sailingfor]

[Unfortunately, tiny fae Loop is now the size of dinner to a giant plant man. Thorns does not have his eyes open, he's simply basking in the sunlight with his roots buried in the soil and the various flytraps and sundews spread out to catch the first thing that flits past.

This is, sadly, Loop themselves, who will find that just brushing the spines of one of the flytraps means it closes around them.

Oops.]

Brant | Wuthering Waves | New Character

[shineinthelimelight]

[A. I Don't Think We're in Rinascita Anymore]

[Brant expected the usual noises of the Fool's Elysium to greet him as it does every night, but when silence was his alarm, his eyes snapped open. He was pushing himself up, looking around the room he found himself in. Confusion was an understatement. Had he had more to drink last night than he thought?

There was, of course, the possibility that he had, and his crew was playing some prank on him. It wouldn't be out of the ordinary, and that was his only explanation for now.

Snatching his captain's hat off the bed and placing it securely on his head, Brant made his way out of what he could only imagine was an Inn room and started walking.

Which only brought on more confusion. Where in the world was he? He needed to find someone!]

[B. Through the Fire and Flames]
[cw painful transformation, body horror & related trauma]

[Who would have guessed that touching strange mushrooms would have consequences!

The spores came out of nowhere — well, they came out of the mushrooms, but he'd say it was out of nowhere if someone were to ask. A surprise attack from mushrooms was almost like an attack out of nowhere!

The spores clung to his skin, to his clothes, to his lungs, and he couldn't cough before the pain started. His body convulsed, and he fell to his knees, his hands digging into the mud and dirt as a scream tore from his lips; a scream he couldn't hear over the crunching and cracking of his bones.

He could feel every tear, every break. Things broke out from under his skin, probably bone, but he couldn't see anything through the pain and the blood coating his face. He felt hot, like his blood was fire that was eating away at his skin. His screams faded as the fire devoured his throat, leaving him arching and thrashing on the ground.

Black charred like bone protruded from his back, with deep purple membrane making up wing-like appendages. A bone-like tail followed, his legs extending and breaking, talons tearing through his boots.

One final scream and purple fire burst from his mouth.](Not a 1:1 rendition of what Brant looks like, but inspiration from his Echo - Dragon of Dirge)

[C. Soaring is Just like Sailing]

[It had taken him a few days to recover from the initial transformation, and then another to get accustomed to his new body. He was adjusting rather well, and he'd chalk it up to his laid-back personality and his ability to make light of any situation.

He was taller now — not that he hadn't been tall before, but with his new digitigrade legs, he had grown another two feet, maybe two and a half if he stretched. The scale-like bone plating that covered his body in sections was also something to get used to, especially when they became too dry and itchy, and he started rubbing up against anything he could find that was sturdy enough to hold his weight.

He felt more like a bear than a dragon.

And then he realized that the wings weren't just for show, and he could fly with them, and any negative thought or emotion had gone out the window the moment his feet left the ground and he was soaring through the trees. Feeling the wind on his face, gaining speed, and taking sharp turns!

It was exhilarating!]

(D. Wildcard)

[Hewwo, this is vex, its been a hot minute! If you wanna plot something don't hesitate to reach me on discord (I don't have plurk anymore) @ cosmic.hollow :D]

A. bc I think they're both pirates??? help

[sailingfor]

[You ever just walk to your inn room and there's a fuckin Guy walking out of it??? Girl, what the fuck—

Sorry Brant, the NPCs are not here to bail you out. Instead you are being confronted by a (blessedly not transformed yet) (thank you mushrooms) man who has his Captain's hat hanging by a cord around his neck, shirt unbuttoned, y'know the whole pirate getup. Hi?]

I can't say I have anything secret in my room, but I hope you merely got lost and weren't just snooping.

Andoain | Arknights | New Character

[untosufferers]

[[ooc: hi this post does not contain spoilers for The Masses' Travels but i did read it and i'm going to make it everybody's problem eventually—]]

i. cooking

[If asked, Andoain would say it actually hasn't been that long since he's found himself somewhere unfamiliar — though there are other Terrans here, he's noticed the distinct lack of anything that resembles home otherwise, and some brief asking around led him to the deep lore that he's been pulled here by external forces. Someone else tells him that the mushrooms sprouting in the forest shouldn't be touched. All of this is strange and offputting, but it's nothing he finds he cannot adapt to.

This place, it seems, needs as much help as any other place he's visited. And with many mouths to feed, Andoain finds himself venturing to the kitchen in Beiwe's church, taking his priest's robe off and rolling the sleeves of his shirt up to get to work on cooking for everyone with Ydalir. If you come in at all, or are already here working, he'll eventually ask — in a thick Spanish Iberian accent:]

Do you prefer sweet, or spicy?

ii. helping out

["Don't step on the mushrooms" people say, and then Andoain accidentally steps on a mushroom. Oops. He'd done such a good job so far, alas. But he finds that there's something almost instinctual in the transformation forced upon him, not so much the way feathered bird wings rip through him, but in the way he finds he's immediately able to use them to take flight. This is despite them being on his arms, like a harpy's would be.

He thinks he might be some sort of woodclimbing beast. It's the closest approximation in his tongue, anyway. Unfortunately, the talons that appeared on his feet don't leave room for footwear, and it does take him a good several minutes to figure out how to walk with claws.

All of this is a minor inconvenience, though. Andoain finds it much easier to help out around town with his wings — flying between buildings to sweep rooftops, getting into nooks and crannies that others can't reach, the works. If you need your chimney swept, he's got it. Church windows cleaned? No problem, he's flying around with a bucket and squeegee right now. Laundry folded? Yeah okay sure just ask—

You can find Andoain around doing any of that (and probably more). And naturally, if he spots you at all, he'll offer a wave and a smile.]

Do you require any help with anything?

[Frisbee stuck on a roof? Therapy? A prayer said for your sick grandma? He's got you.]

iii. wildcard

[(takes a deep breath) i love this old man please help, anyway you know the drill etc]

ii

[lupusxylem]

[Wolfwood, to Andoain at least, is going to seem like an extra bestial Lupo at first glance from a distance. This man is Just an Anthro Wolf, until you get closer and realize he's got a pair of wings at his back (more Liberi than Sankta), but then a black halo intersected with three sharp lines that hangs slightly off-center over one ear. Literally like what the fuck is he-

His ear flicks when he hears an unfamiliar voice over his shoulder, prompting him to turn to look and immediately recognize that whoever this new guy is, he just got mushroom-blasted too. That's probably going to be a running theme for this month, he realizes.]

Well, if you're gonna ask-

[He's gonna push the broom he was holding into Andoain's direction. And if Andoain hasn't caught on or noticed yet, they're both standing in front of a somewhat delapidated church at the moment.]

Sweep between the pews while I work on the window sills. The vines are gettin' outta control again.

Pavlova Cookie // Cookie Run Kingdom // New Player

[lovelyredthread]

This post/threads under this tl contain spoilers for Episode 9 of Beast Yeast. Permissions are here if you need more info ♡

I. Far from home ♡》@ the cookie house; cw: panic attack
[Pavlova Cookie is more than used to waking up in strange places. When he can slip away from his duties unnoticed he can be found napping just about anywhere. The Garden of Delights had many quiet areas that someone can get lost in for a moment alone, and he took full advantage of that. Trees and large flowerbeds became his favored spot for a midday nap, other times he might drag Sugarfly Cookie into a nap if they didn't seem too busy already.

This, however, was not the Garden. This was a house. He hasn't seen the inside of an actual house in a very long time. There wasn't really a need when the Garden was so safe. Once he finished processing the strange feeling of cut wood against his dough, he realized the inherent problem here. This wasn't a dream. This was real. He shouldn't be here. He couldn't be here. Eternal Sugar Cookie hadn't given him permission to go anywhere. The young cookie jolted up from where he was laying with such force that he almost propelled himself right into the ceiling, causing a loud clatter from the gust his wings kicked up.

Fear shot through Pavlova like lightning. Eternal Sugar would think he was trying to escape if he didn't get back soon. She was going to find him, and she'd turn him into a statue and then he'd never be able to see the world outside the garden ever again. But where even was he? There weren't any houses like this anywhere near the Garden, or he'd know about it. With all the time that's passed he probably wouldn't be able to know the way back home if he were somewhere else on Beast-Yeast and Witches forbid he somehow end up in Crispia.

The boy fluttered back to the floor, feeling light headed. His thoughts kept racing, and he found that with each one he felt less sure of what to do. He hasn't even processed the changes to himself yet, even as his new, feathered wings quivered as he shook.]

II. A needed distraction ♡》
[He's calmed down by now, not that any of it has really sunk in. Part of him is still looking over his shoulder waiting for his master to come and collect him. Even if she is- all he can really do is enjoy his last moments of freedom before that happens, right? His version of exploring had turned into absentminded wandering partway through as he inadvertently reminded himself of his new fleshy form and his odd, feathered wings. Like the witches, he was told. He didn't know what to think about that.

Pavlova's wanderings did eventually bring him to the church, though his eyes fell onto the animal spirits attempting ineffectively to mix paint more than the fact it was supposed to be a place of worship. Somewhere in the back of his mind they reminded him of some of the creatures in the Garden. Beast-Yeast was home to all kinds of odd forms of life, so it took a lot to catch him off guard. Still, he was cautious at best despite the smile he'd plastered on. Mixing paint is a good way to turn off his brain for a little while, and there's plenty of it to do. He almost didn't notice when the creatures start to nudge pottery over to him, urging him to paint with them, it seemed like.

He wasn't the only one there either, it would seem. The boy carefully contained his reaction as his eyes flicked to the other person. Had they been there the whole time? Pavlova's wings fluttered, picking up one of the plates the spirits had dropped off by him and plopped himself down right next to them, habit taking over as he gave them a beaming smile.]

Hi, my name's Pavlova Cookie, what's yours?

III. Wildcard ♡》
For now Pavlova is going to be keeping to the grove and trying not to freak out. I'm open to dms to discuss a starter or random starters of people noticing the random new cherub looking kid toting a bow. Might edit later to include the transformation prompt

i ♡

[lilyberation]

( there's a sudden racket that doesn't seem right, considering that most of the creatures in the house, alongside dasik and quicksilver, are piled onto her bed with her right now. except for marble, who has taken up the couch in the sun room. white lily cookie manages to unearth herself to investigate, and...

...

that sure is a child having a panic attack. she knows sudden touch from a stranger- a stranger with ram-like horns at that- would probably make things worse, so she quietly steps away and returns carrying a sturdy mug and a water bottle. a sweet mint scent wafts through the room, and she sits down beside the boy, setting both drinks down with a deliberate clink. )

Can you hear me?

Meryl Stryfe | Trigun: Stampede | Current Player, New Character

[notsonewbie]

[Well... this is new. Everything is absolutely verdant, and at first glance, downright idyllic. It's the exact sort of thing that has Meryl convinced something is wrong. Which is pretty much exactly why she sets to stomping around the Grove, looking at every little thing. The fact that she somehow avoids stomping on a mushroom is stopped by only one thing. A very scrutinizing look that she gives a mushroom.]

Grody.

[Right. Anyway. She needs answers, and she's pretty sure the people walking around like nothing is wrong have them. Sure, some of them have very strange traits and monstrous features right now but she's stared down Millions Knives and lived. There's very little that's going to startle her at this point.]

You. What's going on here? What is this place, for that matter. [And, well. She's a little rude so... some of those monsters are going to get a squint.] And why do you look like that.

[As she begins to get her feet under her, and grow more familiar with her surroundings, it only gets worse. She isn't afraid to pick up her camera and shove it toward the stranger looking folks, snapping pictures as if her life depends on it.]

It's going to be one hell of a story when I make it back home.

GET YOUUUUUU

[livlaughlove]

[the camera flash is the first thing livio sees, and it blinds him for a moment. in the meantime, razlo's head snakes down toward her, inspecting her in much the same way a cat would a bird out a window. given only a few seconds, though, the predatory look becomes one of familiarity, and his face splits open in a grin.]

Hey, I know you! Yer Nettles' shrimpy lil chick!

[once livio has blinked away his daze, he, too, turns to the photographer and just stares blankly for a moment.]

Well, I'll be goddamned -- [raz isn't making shit up!] -- Miss Stryfe?