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!]