[Game Thread] Princess For Sale, Very Cheap

[Andramal]

Gui, hearing at some some of the cries of the others, homed in first on Terri. "Hold on." He managed in a dazed voice, a little unsure of what was going on. He tried to get up, but his body felt all lumpy...like having the numb tingles from a sleeping leg, but feeling your body was shaped weirdly and feeling wasn't fully back yet.

He reached out for one of the legs, goat-like legs, which sorely confused him, and he was about to wonder why the hell the hand reaching out looked like it had wicked claws when one of the legs, flailing as they were, clocked him soundly in the...well, it like his face at least, but it felt sturdier! "Ow!"

[Aerandor]

"Woah, wha-, woah!" Miles felt the fuzzy couch below him suddenly try to flip on end all by itself. In desperation, he grabbed on to the fuzz with all the might his newly diminutive hands could muster, still not entirely sure the floor wouldn't try to eat him again. Hearing a strange voice coming from the top of the couch, Miles dared to look up for a moment, only to see some kind of giant eagle type face above him. "N- nice birdie.. please don't eat me?" A vague thought crossed his mind that he sounded really weird, but he was far too worried about dying to think much else just yet.

Dice Reflex Save!:

d20+8

(18)+8

Total = 26

[Fragmaster01]

Gabbi Gafferton: You push yourself out of the pot with force not related to muscles at all, which is super weird. Your body ponders what it should look like now, before reforming into a snake of sorts. There we go. Wiggle wiggle wiggle. That said, you seem to have an almost entirely consistent internal thickness, which is very odd coming from someone used to squishy bits and hard bones. There's also a jade amulet of a clenched fist floating somewhere inside your chest, but that's neither here nor there.

You briefly ponder where your clothes are, before a shirt and skirt land on your head in a heap. They did not fit into the bottle with you, it would seem.


Miles Abercroft: The gryphon does not appear to be eating you. He's also wearing a robe and a shoulderbag, which is odd. For your part, you appear to be green, fuzzy, and appropriately proportioned. Well, maybe not entirely: you asked to be vavoom! This isn't quite vavoom. You suppose it was too much to ask for a teenager to own party balloons, but at least you do win the Snazziest Dresser award. Aw yeah.

Now you just have to not be eaten by the birdcat.


Gui Kerting: There is an adorable little green fuzzy girl staring up at you. You want to take her home and put her in a little box, with a wheel and pellets. This is interrupted by Terri kicking you in the face. It does not hurt as bad as it should, but it is still very unwelcome. Rude.

Upon examining your wounds, you note that you are the proud owner of a beak, terrible talons, and a butt appendage. Also, you're not wearing pants, which worries you somewhat. Those seem important. You do, however, seem perfectly capable of focusing your eyes in and out with reckless abandon at things far away, and you spend a few moments telescoping in giddiness. Shwoooosh...zip! Your wings think to remind you that they are important too, but you'll get to them in a moment.


Terri Acciai: The pot falls over as this time you kick something with leverage. Thanks random... oops. That was a person, wasn't it. Ah well. At least the pot broke open, and if anyone asks, it needed a good smashing. Yes.

Well boy howdy. The reason for your odd feet are that they are now Goatshoes, complete with a nice shine and a trimming of fluff. You even have the waggly butt bit. Still, you are mildly concerned that you're not wearing a shirt, and this doesn't seem to be a problem. Also, lordy you have the vapors. You mentally resolve yourself never to find a mirror, because these are the hazards of playing someone who is vast in Charisma of the appropriate... gender? Aw crud.

Well, at least you make it look good. The sweet blade of justice is nice too. No, not that one, the... ugg. You're never going to hear the end of this. Ever.

[Muggins]

Gabrille was naked. No, that wasn't the worst part; she was naked, and she was also a snake. Er, half-snake. It was a form strikingly similar to a naga's, as if ripped straight from that character sheet of hers. She had a tail in place of legs, with the rest of her body appearing rather slick and elegant. Her skin was a peculiar shade of blue, and she had a strange sensation about her insides. There were far greater questions on her mind, though.

"A skirt? I'm expected to wear a skirt?"

While having a tail in place of legs certainly make the skirt a better option than leggings, Gabrielle was still offended. Inexcusably so. Pants were the be-all and end-all of clothing, and yet she had no other choice than to awkwardly slither into the frilly waistband. It was almost humiliating, but the fact that she was the only naked person in their gathering was what really took the cake. Everybody else - assuming that the others were, in fact, the other gamers - had either clothes or fur to hide behind. First body horror, then public humiliation; what was next, being accused of murder?

Once she considered herself to be sufficiently clothed, Gabrielle focused again on her company. A gryphon, a gremlin and a satyr had walked into a room full of pots, and she wasn't terribly sure of who they were. They were most certainly the people from the tabletop, though; they were just as dazed as her, and they looked a bit like how the others had described their characters. Heck, so did she. The problem was that she couldn't remember who was who.

"Uh," she began, as though testing her voice. It had a slightly odd, almost blubbery twist to it, but it still felt like hers. Maybe the others would be similarly recognisable? "I-Is that you guys, three?" she asked, "everyone from the tabletop, not just me?" Her voice wasn't just blubbery, but actively rhythmic. Her words came out wrong, such that they rhymed. She'd had that on her character sheet, too.

Well, things were just getting better and better. She'd be casting spells on people next.

[Andramal]

There are a few things to Clarify about 'Gui the Gryphon'.

1) He is at least half as naked as poor Gabrielle. At least she is a odd blob of nudity - According to the Professor, he is definitely a boy, and that fact probably isn't as simple to hide without lower garments.

2) The handy back for carrying goodies is at least outfitting for gryphons. Yes, he is still a pockets galore, but that is hidden partly by the robe, also outfitted more with a gryphon in mind. the wonders of twine - you can make nearly any real shape with it with enough, so this one is more like open vest of reasonable length, adjusted to avoid the wings, and if need be, he can twine the front shut and fill it full of pastries or apples and look even more ridiculous (now if only he were a tailor so he could make himself twine pants).

3) ...A third option may show up later, if one makes sense.

Gui was trying to work out rubbing at his kicked beak, so he didn't poke his eye out with the talons. That was working out pretty well, and it gave him time to look at the Fuzzy cutie who was clinging to him painfully (fuzz = skin attachment = ow!). "That is attached to me, ow, I don't want to claw you but please leggo!"

All the realizations going on was a bit of a head rush right now. having a beak and claws, and wings (wins that seem to want to move on their own, but wings all the same) was kind of cool. Suddenly not being human was less cool, but not as bad because he was awesome. Being pantless was quickly summing up to be the most awkward part, and with the naked...woman-blob-something before him, and the way his eyes could take in detail...staring into a blog-woman was weird, but still a naked blob woman.

Gui's awkward thoughts were then made twice awkward by the fact at least one 'party member' was parked in the most compromising spot, and to sit down would only squash her.

"Tabletop yes. Be thankful you have the option for the skirt, or give it to Goat-legs there if you don't like them. What the hell is going on here?"

[Morathor]

Terri sat in bafflement for a few seconds as she took in her surroundings, as well as her new form. Er... his new form? No, she decided she was still a 'her.' She almost missed the conversation that had begun, but finds herself drawn in by the familiar voices. It seemed this assortment of cute and fluffy critters were her gaming group, minus one DM. "I-it's me," Terri says hesitantly. Even outside of the jar, she sounds nothing like herself; she has traded her throaty contralto for a tinny countertenor. It occurs to her that, given the extent of her new form, she should clarify. "It's Terri. Um, not that I really expect any of you to know but... what is going on here?"

[Aerandor]

"Oh, uh.. sorry." Miles took the time to check that the floor was actually solid before carefully letting go of the eagle (lion?) thing and stepping down onto the cobblestone. Immediately a mass of unfamiliar, shaggy blonde hair tumbled over his eyes, and he quickly pawed at his face to clear his vision. "Wait.. tabletop? So, uh.. wow, you all look way different." That was Miles for you, stating the obvious. "And why do you look so huge now? Wait... why the heck do I sound like a girl?" Looking down gave Miles the shock of his life. "I-, I-, I have @##@$!!" For Miles, it was the final straw. The world started spinning as his breathing quickened exponentially. He suddenly collapsed on the floor, holding his small legs and rocking back and forth, looking even greener than he already did. "This can't be real.. this can't be real.. this can't be real...."

[Andramal]

Gui was distracted enough by Miles reaction to his (er, her) own changes, that he forgot about his desire to sit. Trying to maintain a little more level headedness however, he did take a moment to check he was still the same gender...yup. Okay, one less hurdle to worry about.

Wings, *rustle* Check, Tail, *swish* Check, four walking limbs *wiggle digits, test movement* checks, can talk despite having a beak, "This is so weird.", Check.

"Does anyone see Radagast, or Derrick for that matter?" After putting the question up for pondering, Gui carefully poked Miles with a knuckle. "Easy now, breath slowly, in and out..."

[Aerandor]

Miles was dimly aware of the Griffon (no, Gui..) speaking to him (her.. *shudder*), but not much was getting through. Eventually though, he started trying to get his breathing to calm down. After all, whatever he wanted to believe, a part of him knew this really was happening, and if he ever wanted to get back to his normal self, he couldn't just lay down and die, could he? He stayed how he was for now though: He didn't feel like his little, furry green legs could be trusted for standing just yet. "Umm.." the girlyness of his voice still caused him pause. "Come on Miles, you have to get used to it for now. Shutting up isn't really your thing." He cleared his voice and tried again. "S- so.. what do we do now? I don't see Derrick, or Radagast either.. do, do you think we're supposed to keep doing what our characters were? I- I just want to go home, you know? I mean, what's my mom gonna say when I don't come back tonight?" So many questions jumped into his mind at once that Miles really didn't know where to begin.

[Andramal]

"I think your Mom will understand if you're trapped in a strange fantasy world." Gui replied with a little sarcasm, though he sounded amused too.

Looking around though, he had to wonder. "If, this is the same room...then there is a party out there, We're guests of sorts. I don't think we can sneak away per se unless we fake super ill or something, and I don't know if I know that much about gryphons to pull a lie like that."

[Muggins]

Gabrielle had tried for some inkling of sympathy with her skirt issue, but the others came up blank. Apparently it hadn't occured to them that they had fur to hide themselves under, unlike her sleek'n'scaly self. Aside from that, she had the good fortune of having a body which was rather familiar to her; whereas many of the others had been transformed wholesale, she only had a wiggly tail to worry about. The associated problem which came with this body feature was that she'd have to learn how to walk with that tail.

Or slither, as the case may be. Instead she just kinda wobbled in place, trying to balance on her leg-substitute while leaning against the wall.

"I'm truly quite glad to have clothes, even if I do miss my toes," she said, far too concentrated on the issue of mobility to be worrying about her pseudo-transparency. She was mostly opaque, so it wasn't really a problem. Yet. "Speaking of which, what's it like to wear a hide?" she asked, "speaking of which, with those wings could you glide?" The questions bubbled in her mind; some sincere, others antagonistic, all of them curious. She wasn't the only one who had experienced gross changes to her physical qualities, and it seemed like such a waste not to ask. A shame that they came out as such terrible rhymes, then.

After a few moments the conversation turned outwards. Were they really collecting urns of wine for a party? Were they really there? "I don't really like parties, but I guess it's a better idea than faking sick," she said nervously, "if we're lucky, we might just get out of this quick." Of course, that was assuming that she figured out how to walk - well, slither. Wobbling about on the flat of her tail still seemed to be the order of the day.

[Andramal]

Everyone was obviously having their own woes about their condition. Such is the way of 'weird things happening.

For now, Gui was trying to make the best of what he had to deal with. He tried walking around, testing how his limbs moved, opening the door to one of the rooms with the wine and such. He tried to recall things, whether it was back in the 'human realm' or more about Gryphons - it was one thing to read about them in a blurb, but quite another to know deeper things! Like flying, for instance. Not knowing how to take off or land would be bad Or how to go to the bathroom without peeing all over yourself, or what is polite/rude to do.

"The hide comes with feathers and fur, and it's...sort of like wearing extra hair or skin I suppose, or a feather outfit. It's hard to sort of describe." Gui tried moving the wings more carefully, to judge fine control with them. "Kendrith should be able to fly, so in theory I can too. Not really room to test that though."

[Morathor]

Terri was rather surprised to find Gui and Gabby more or less taking the whole thing in stride. Miles was a little freaked out, but that was understandable since as far as Terri was concerned, he was still a kid. Gotta be mature so he doesn't freak out any more than he already is. But uuuuugh I suck at being mature. Okay. Okay. Mature Terri satyr paladin dude is go. "If I remember the campaign setup, we're not important guests or anything. We know a guy who knows a guy who knows a guy or something. If we want to leave, no one's going to miss us I think; at worst we'll make some little excuse and go. Thing is, I'm not sure we ought to leave. Maybe the way we get home is to play the game?"

[Fragmaster01]

OOC Shoving along, because we should get going.

Lacking any other recourse, you find some wine pots and get them on a little rolly cart. Miles is comically ineffectual in this regard, being fun-sized. She can shout orders, you suppose.

Outside is... certainly a party! People are dancing, there's sounds of merriment, you can smell the booze. It's far more interesting from down here than at Derrick's miniature board, mind you. "Ah, there they are. What, ya get lost?" The fat satyr doesn't mind, as he starts refilling glasses for the winewalkers to locomote about. Least he didn't have to get the pots.

Your KEEN HERO SENSES hone in on interesting people in the party. Gui most of all, with his telescoping bird eyes.

• Human and Bugbear pair - The human is a little girl of no more than 12, but she is fabulously dressed in something like a little pope. She is leading the bugbear around by the hand, which is odd, as you're very sure by looking at her eyes that she is, if not blind, at least very bad of sight. Probably an Oracle with her escort.
• Pooka - There's a white rabbit wearing a poofy hat, a sleeved cloak slung over his shoulders, and no shirt whatsoever. He is being very festive with the ladyfolk, and is currently heading up to the upper level, where the Fancy People are.
• Gremlin - This little scamp is frolicking about, making friendly with the guests! And their pockets. He's a thief! Well, you didn't actually see him do anything, but your mind is telling you that there's some levels of Rogue there.
• Tove - This magician is performing odd tricks of legerdemain. Like pulling a rabbit out of some poor pooka's ear. What? It's magic. Get used to it.

The prince and princess are wining up on the balcony of the second level. There are stairs on either side of the plaza leading up there, as well as a similar setup going down to another level below on your left. At the base of the balcony leading up is a statue of a DRAGON GOING RAWR, as is the nature of such a place. The dragon is the symbol of Falassa, for reasons described as "It looks cool".

[Andramal]

Gui couldn't help but marvel a bit at how his eyes work again - though this was somewhat less awkward than naked goo bodies. He can take in the detail of the dragon statue quite well too. "Not lost - picky. Left pot, right pot, both pots, that pot, Eventually we just took all of them!"

The Gremlin who 'may or may not be picking pockets' got his attention the most though, following and trying to confirm if he really was up to something. It gave him something to do at least, for the moment. Less worry about trying to get a drink (as tempting as it could be to try something he was underage for), but also for other potential gryphons - to get an idea of how to act too.

More gryphons shouldn't be hard to spot, if any! He'd have to save observing them more so once he got bored with the gremlin though.