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Post by Pixie on Dec 4, 2012 20:09:18 GMT -5
From the audience, a young woman was astounded. It was a good spectacle for a newcomer to the land. She was laughing her head off at the talking mass of miscellaneous furniture. The illusions where impressive, she thought, but what she liked more was seeing all the skilled Mages display their talents. She was hardly a caster- her aim was too bad, and she spent enough time working on shape-shifting. She fumbles in her bag for a small vial, a corked glass the size of her thumb, filled with a thin, fragrant, orange colored, brew- a persuasion potion. It was the first mixture she had taught herself.
Let me talk to the hostess. This seems like a good tests of wits. I might not need this, but I always can put this in her drink if she won't let me in. It's not the nicest thing to do to someone, but it's the chance of a lifetime and I'd rather not miss out.
The girl, Ellen, replaces the potion in her bag and hops over to the lady. She picks up a flyer before without making eye contact and draws a pen from her bag, careful not to let the lady catch a glimpse of the half a dozen potions. after careful but brief reading, she signs the paper with a few quick strokes
It read, once she filled it out:
Name: Eleanor Jayfield
Guild: n/a
The individual(s) or entity(ies) running this game are not to be held liable for any injury or lost or stolen property. By signing here, I agree to use common sense and not file lawsuits for stupid stuff I did myself: Eleanor Jayfield (And signing here is necessary to play the game.)
She looks up at the hostess and smiles sweetly, holding up the form. "M'am, would you allow me to join this stage while it is still in progress? Enough has gone by that I bet the rest of the audience would be happy with a little something to spice things up? also, I may ask, what's a guild?"
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Post by Tiger on Dec 4, 2012 20:13:02 GMT -5
(XD Oh my gosh, Hunty, you've outdone yourself on this one!) The ride was wobbly and uncomfortable, but to Tiger's astonishment, none of them fell off Celestial's back. They were doubly fortunate to find a merchant so willing to overlook their jumbled mess of a disguise. When Celestial started talking, Tiger tried to make her eyes and limbs move a little, as if it was indeed the tall figure speaking instead of the trunk. It probably wouldn't help - either someone would notice the voice wasn't coming from the fedora-topped tower of enchanted Guildspeople, or they'd be paying so little attention that they'd already assume it was the "customer" and not their horse talking. Hope we have enough shinies... Tiger thought, wishing it were practical to turn and see how much money Amneiger was carrying. ---------- And now, for something completely different (and hopefully useful).
Celestial - Trunk
Kristy - Broom
Tiger - Coat rack
Draco - Candelabra
PFA/Jernath - Butter knife
Azzie - Blanket
Amneiger - Bucket
Gelquie - Mop
Darkpixie/Eleanor - Iron
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Post by Amneiger still not logged in on Dec 4, 2012 22:24:56 GMT -5
((Ah ha ha ha I'm such a cute little bucket. xD))
Amneiger looked around for a sign with the sale prices. There it was, on the wall just over the merchant's head, way in the shadows where it was dark and there was pretty much no light to read by.
The total was...
Amneiger squinted as best he could. He leaned to the left. He leaned to the right.
Uh...
The price was 50 shinies. Maybe. He guessed. He could be entirely wrong.
Well, they should probably get this done before one of the more alert townspeople got a good look at them. He swung his handle, trying to catch the costume's hand to make it look like the costume was picking up the money. He tossed a few handful of coins in the general direction of the booth.
(("Hi, I'm Pinkie Pie, and I'm spending this money just for you! Did you like it? Huh huh huh? Oh, this is your first sale ever? You know what this calls for? A PARTY!"))
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Post by Gelquie on Dec 5, 2012 4:45:31 GMT -5
((Hunty, those are both awesome. xD ))
Gelquie, having nothing better to do, decided to think about the events that brought her here.
She wasn't thinking about going at first, and was just planning on creating an illusion on one of the animate furniture before realizing to her horror that her illusions were blocked. Still, nothing she could do about it. Then when she was thinking about the disguise, she realized that a better chance for an effective costume would probably be to provide something that looks somewhat like hair. And she had the closest thing to do, so that made things easier. But she still couldn't quite remember exactly how the mask came into the picture. She just remembered trying not to look at it while the furniture struggled to put it on.
She chose not to question how the merchant didn't see through her disguise. She was focused more on the long laundry list of things that Celestial was buying, and whether they actually had enough money for all of those things... She decided not to question those things, however. Another voice would probably just detract from the disguise... If the disguise itself didn't already do that, that is.
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Post by Huntress on Dec 5, 2012 5:57:31 GMT -5
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Miss Jensen looked at the late application in her hand, her otherwise mostly emotionless face reflecting a fair bit of surprise. She glanced at Euripides, who was in the middle of the tent doing running commentary for the audience, decided that he shouldn't be bothered at this point and gave a little shrug - face it, she was doing most of the executive decisions around here anyway.
She looked at Ellen.
"Well, a lot of people have left by this time and reality shows seem to have a way of bringing in joker cards halfway through, so I don't see why not. As for what the guilds are..." She rifled through her paperwork, rubbed her forehead and, for the first time in the duration of the game, gave a weary little smile.
"As far as I can tell, the guilds are six, or maybe seven, nebulous and wildly varying groups of people that, despite consisting of what you'd call a ragtag bunch of adventurers, seem to have had, and still have, a massive impact on the great events of this world. To be frank, I'm not sure why." The sheer untidiness of having a question she didn't have an answer to seemed to bug her a fair bit. "Some of them have thousands of members, others have five. Some have the goal to protect this land or advance research, while others mostly seem to want to have... fun," Miss Jensen enuncianed the last word primly and carefully like someone who's encountering an exotic and potentially poisonous animal.
"Think of them as groups of likeminded people who like to meddle in stuff they shouldn't," she said, resigning herself to the least nebulous of all nebulous definitions her tidy mind could come up with. "I intend to do more research on it when I have the time. But for now, I'll send you into the game. You'll land in the castle; adding you to Pinkie Pie and her Merry Misfits right now would likely upset some balance or other and they should return soon anyway. You need to pick the household item to turn into immediately upon your arrival and I'll send you to the location where Azzie currently is. You've had the advantage of watching things from the outside, so you may be able to bring something new to the table."
She gave another of her tight little smiles. "Ready?"
And without waiting for a response, the world blurred and solidified again, turning into a dusty old castle, a shaggy dejected Beast and an Azzieblanket.
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Post by Pixie on Dec 5, 2012 9:53:10 GMT -5
Ellen was pleasantly a little surprised she could get in honestly, considering how stern the hostess seemed . She was a little confused of why a lady who seemed to have negative opinions of guilds would put it as a field, but she was too excited to really care.
This is going to be fun. Maybe I can see what these guilds can do. Join one, find a place in this town. They explain the illusionists, at least. Now, Let's see what should I be? A chair? No, I don't need someone's rump on me. They seemed covered with storage, cleaning, light and heat but there was no form to take care if the beast's clothes. I'll be an iron, and the candle can heat me
She shifts into the form of an iron and squirms around. It always took her awhile to get used to a new skin. As soon as the metal iron skin is half natural on her, she slides across the smooth floors and greets the Auzzieblanket.
"I'm Ellen, new arrival. If you could see what I saw out there, you'd be laughing hysterically. It's so unconvincing, but the salesman doesn't even notice! Say What should we do to help out while the others are out?" She exclaims in one fluid stanza.
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Post by Kristykimmy on Dec 5, 2012 11:22:59 GMT -5
It was all Kristy could do not to giggle herself to death inside the disguise as the bartering for the shampoo went on. It was, perhaps, one of the worst disguises she had ever seen put together, but it was working.
Hopefully they could get done and back to the castle before the villagers suspected something was iffy and went for the pitchforks.
(Hunty, you are amazing. That Pinkie Pie head and 'we have a bucket of money' had me rolling.)
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Post by Draco on Dec 5, 2012 14:03:40 GMT -5
((  )) Draco watches the items being handed over to them with a smile. "Oh, and food. Whatever food you think w- I can carry. Or heck, if you can deliver it, that's fine to. As long as our bucket of money can pay for it of course." He realized multiple voices coming from the same person wasn't exactly a good idea... Well, to late now. Besides, money usually makes people forget things like that anyhow. "Oh, but you can't take the bucket itself. It's our best bucket." ((Legend has it, the bucket came from space!)) |
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Post by Fraze on Dec 5, 2012 14:36:15 GMT -5
"Now, if Miss Belle came out here right now, and you wanted to speak with her and get to know her better, what would you do?"The beast looked at his feet. "I don't think she would want to talk to me." He paused and reconsidered. "I would, um...talk to her about books?" he mumbles. -------- "We'd- I'd like...four bottles of that shampoo, four bars of soap, extra-strength conditioner, as much perfume as you have, a loofa or two, sponges, five hairbrushes, including at least two for detangling, sheep-shearing scissors, a hoof-file, extra-large nail scissors, toothbrush and toothpaste, mouth-wash and a rubber duck."
"Oh, and food. Whatever food you think w- I can carry. Or heck, if you can deliver it, that's fine to. As long as our bucket of money can pay for it of course."Samuel's eyes gleam. "Stay right here, I need to get your goods from the cupbo--I mean, the inventory room." He dashes out, and comes back in a few minutes with the requested items. "That will be..." he glances to one side, trying to guess just how much he can charge a weirdo like this. "Half the gold in your bucket." You take the items, and return to the castle. As you go, you hear snippets of conversation from the people around you. "Did that...thing...say it was from the castle?" "I heard everyone in there was turned into horrible beasts. I guess it was true." "I thought they were all dead." "Nah, if they were dead then why would that uptight girl from the government have come back?" "I hope she just evicts the group of them and tears down the castle." "If not, it's gonna be the torches-and-pitchforks treatment, right?" "That's what people have been saying." --------  Well, it takes three changes of the bathwater and a whole bottle of shampoo, but you finally get the beast cleaned up. After he dries--a process that takes several hours--you brush enough fur off of him to make a sweater fit for a trunk-horse. He looks...well, a bit scrawny as far as towering beasts go. But aside from that he looks quite good. Belle comes out of her room for dinner, and looks the beast up and down. "That's quite an improvement," she says simply, and turns to head into the dining room. The beast opens his mouth as she goes, but doesn't say anything. "I should probably get my own dinner," he mumbles to nobody in particular. He walks through the castle, being as quiet as possible for a three meter-tall monster, and leaves through the back exit. He drops down to all fours and trundles into the woods. He returns 45 minutes later, after tossing the remnants of a large hare into the woods some distance away from the castle. Blood and feathers stick to his paws and the fur around his mouth. He pushes the door open as quietly as possible, peeking in to make sure nobody is there-- "What were you doing out there?" Belle asks. Her eyes widen as they adjust to the sight of the beast in the dusk outside. "Have you been... hunting?" The beast seems to consider running away for a moment, before resigning himself. "Yes," he answers, entering and closing the door. "Is this how you always eat?" "Y--yeah," he answers. "Why?" Belle snaps. "And why didn't you tell me this?" The beast droops, faced with the unexpected burden of answering two questions at once. "Regular food isn't enough for me. I tried to eat food from the market, sitting at a table, but I just got more hungry. I learned that I had to hunt, or else I'd starve. You never asked me, so I thought it wasn't important." Belle grabs her notepad and jots something down. Rather than giving an immediate response, she takes time to formulate her thoughts. "What is important to me is how you live. If this is the only way that you can feed yourself, then I will not try to change it. However, this will just make it that much more difficult for you to reintegrate into society." The beast nods. "I understand." He tries to meet Belle's eyes, and almost succeeds. "I'm very good at it," he adds. "It's...it's the only thing I'm good at." Belle's lips twitch upward into a faint smile. "Well, I'm sure we can find plenty of other things that you do well. For now, just make sure that you wash up after a hunt. Just like cleaning the castle, cleaning yourself isn't a one-time thing." "Of--of course," the beast answers, and turns toward the washroom. He pauses, and adds, "Goodnight." "Goodnight," Belle responds. ((All right! You got the beast cleaned up, now to work on his confidence and social skills. He seems to have trouble interacting with people, so try role-playing situations with him. And remember, Belle's primary motive isn't to get the Beast a girl, though that might help as well...))
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Post by Draco on Dec 5, 2012 15:34:43 GMT -5
Draco hops into the room, passing Belle as she leaves.
"You know my furry pal. A thought came to me while you were out hunting. What exactly do you do with the remains of what you hunt?"
He hops around and gets onto a table to be at least a little higher for the Beast.
"We could make a decent living off the remains of the animals you hunt. The pelts, the horns, lucky rabbit feet, some of the meat, and even the bones if you didn't chew on them, would all sell for a good price. Even if we didn't sell the meat, we could always store it for later to eat here! That could save us money!"
The flame on his head shoots up a little then calms itself again.
"I'm pretty sure there has got to be a few books in the library on how to prepare a animal after hunting it."
He looks the Beast over, noting how dirty he was, again.
"Uhhh... But first, another bath."
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Post by Gelquie on Dec 5, 2012 16:47:18 GMT -5
Gelquie, muttering something about the townsfolk, was glad to be out of that disguise. Still, she was overall glad that it worked, and that the bath seemed to be going... Well, she was glad it happened. She listens in on the conversation and Draco's comments to the Beast.
"You know, that ninja has a point for once," Gelquie commented, swabbing her way up to the Beast. "If you're clean enough with your hunts, we could make an income and provide something good for the town. That way the townsfolk won't... Er, that way I mean Belle will be really impressed. ...Besides, maybe Belle could develop a taste for gamey meat."
She mops around in circles. "In the meantime, maybe take some water with you so that you can clean yourself enough after a hunt to not leave a big bloody mess. Or if there's a lake out there, just bring a bucket. Maybe you still won't be the cleanest after a real bath, but at least you'll be a bit more presentable to Belle."
She then heads towards the exit of the washroom so that he can take his bath. Gelquie decided that she didn't want to watch.
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Post by Celestial on Dec 5, 2012 17:21:03 GMT -5
Celestial nods in agreement, taking the rubber duck out of her trunk-space and, balancing it on her lid, handing it to Beast.
"I agree with them, selling the remains of your kill is a great idea! Horns, bones, pelts, all very useful to villagers. Townsfolk are more likely to trust those who have stuff to give you and it could provide a decent income for the castle, at least until the fields go back into production. A job is a job after all and maybe it will make Belle happier if we can demonstrate you're being useful to society," she said, looking politely away while Beast took his bath.
"Speaking of her, maybe you need some more proper human interaction. I know she's quite intimidating but you can always try talking to her. There must be something you both have in common. Maybe start a two-person book club? If you say it's to help you reintegrate into society, she'll probably go along with it," Celestial suggested. "You have to start somewhere and she'll probably be more forgiving than the villagers ever will be. It won't be easy, sure, but what other options do we have? We have to stop thinking of her as our enemy."
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Post by Kristykimmy on Dec 5, 2012 17:45:01 GMT -5
"Ooh, ooh, ooh," Kristy cries, swishing from side to side out in the hall near the bathroom. "Celestial has a great idea there, sir! Let's start a book club, and we'll all join. Discussing books with us might help you to get better at talking to people about things, and Belle can join too! After all, I'm sure if we are resourceful enough to build a fake horse, we can find a a way to read books."
After a moment's consideration she adds, "Also, maybe we should think up a few situations under which the townspeople might come to the castle to train you on how to handle? We could take turns coming to the front door and talking, right?
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Post by Pixie on Dec 5, 2012 21:32:36 GMT -5
"Mr. Beast, I can't help you much with social skills, but I would be more than happy to help you with the book club. I'm an avid reader- I can help you find a good book that you'll both like. There must be something good in that huge library of yours." chirps the Elleniron. "I could also help you prepare leathers. I know herbal concoctions for tanning, and you could always use an iron. "
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Post by ♥ Azzie on Dec 5, 2012 21:50:21 GMT -5
"Hi!" Azzie said to Ellen the iron. "Ee, nice to meet you! Do you like it so far?" Her attention was promptly grabbed by the conversation in the background, however.
"Book club! Great idea!" Azzie said, hopping on her corners. "And we can help you. Can I ask you something, though?" She waddled closer to Beast. "Why are you so nervous talking to people? Is there anything you want to talk about?"
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