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Post by Kat on Oct 24, 2020 23:02:26 GMT -5
Located on the outskirts of the woods is a stone structure made to resemble a small castle, or a part of one. It seems to glow with a faint purple light, and smoke rises from its two chimneys. As you approach, the double oak doors automatically open, admitting you into a wide lobby that has a cozy sitting area before a cheerily crackling fireplace. There are a number of portraits on the walls; is that your face on one of them? Other portraits depict different faces that may or may not be familiar, like a young woman with braided dark hair holding an umbrella over her head as it seems to rain fried eggs and bacon from the sky, and a white Blumaroo in a brown cloak standing on a hill with daggers drawn as though challenging an unseen opponent. There are shelves with many strangely-shaped bottles containing liquid and leaves of various colors interspersed with books like "Lawyerbot Maintenance 101" and "The Laws Governing the Fine Art of Yeeting". The chandelier overhead is brightly lit, but isn't attached to the ceiling; no, it's hovering. White Weewoos are perched in the rafters and they may swoop down to greet you. The mistress of this "house" is a woman with black hair sitting primly at a desk with a typewriter and several papers and folders. She is dressed as Oscar from Rose of Versailles, although clearly she isn't wearing a blond wig. As she waves a wand, a number of these papers file themselves in their proper cabinets, or fly into the desk drawers. She has a bowl of chocolates in various shapes (hearts, stars, hexagons, dice, even Weewoos and clouds that are as poofy and fine as cotton candy), and she gestures to this bowl. Yes, the chocolates are free, but there's more. She offers you a smaller jar with many amethyst-colored chips inscribed with numbers from one to ten. " Pick a number. Depending on what you get, it will either be a trick, or a treat," says Kat. |
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Post by downrightdude on Oct 24, 2020 23:58:28 GMT -5
As the most beautiful idol in the world, Creamy Snaw picks the number 6.
The stone castle is quite impressive, though a little plain. The one profit of Snaw was a good touch; it was clearly painted while Snaw was filming the seventh Snaw White movie. Everything else was boring and blah, without an ounce of Snaw-inspiration.
Snaw looks around for any fire-making supplies. Surely this house was flammable!
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Post by Kat on Oct 25, 2020 8:09:35 GMT -5
As the most beautiful idol in the world, Creamy Snaw picks the number 6. The stone castle is quite impressive, though a little plain. The one profit of Snaw was a good touch; it was clearly painted while Snaw was filming the seventh Snaw White movie. Everything else was boring and blah, without an ounce of Snaw-inspiration. Snaw looks around for any fire-making supplies. Surely this house was flammable! There are certainly a lot of books and canvas portraits that can catch fire, and the fireplace is quite lively and hot. To one side of the fireplace are irons and tongs with which one can shift the burning logs - or pick out one or two. However, the white Weewoos have begun to flutter down and gather in front of the fireplace; it's quite a crowd, including a particularly large and chubby faerie Weewoo with a grumpy expression. "A beautiful Snaw picks a beautiful number," says Kat, smiling and clasping her hands together. She types something very quickly on her typewriter, which emits several colorful sparks, and flicks her wand toward the number 6 in Snaw's hand. The 6 becomes a piece of peppermint candy shaped like a musical note. "Eat this, and you'll be accompanied by appropriate background music for ten minutes. Now's your chance to hold your concert. No returns, no exchanges. Enjoy the soundtrack of your life!" A white Weewoo perches on her shoulder and starts tugging at her hair. She sighs, but makes no move to shoo the Weewoo away. |
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Post by downrightdude on Oct 25, 2020 16:54:33 GMT -5
"I never knew this poorly decorated place was a tour stop!" Creamy Snaw eyes the Weewoos huddled in front of the fire. Nah, those feathered things weren't worth the time and/or effort. Tambourine in hand. Snaw stands in the middle of the room and began to sing the most beautiful song mankind has ever created. Clearly the Weewoos and that lady would be impressed! |
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Post by Gelquie on Oct 25, 2020 19:09:44 GMT -5
For a moment, the big-cat sized tuxedo cat just lounges in this place, absorbing the comfortable environment and the wealth of material around them. No wonder cats liked to laze around; this was the life.
But their curiosity eventually got the better of them, and they padded forward to check out the jar. They reach to get one...
Oh right. Bigger paws. And also, no opposable thumbs.
"...Please excuse me for this," the cat says telepathically.
They grab the jar with their jaw and set it on the ground, before rolling it around and pawing inside with one claw. Eventually, they manage to bring out a chip with the number "8" on it.
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Post by June Scarlet on Oct 26, 2020 11:36:21 GMT -5
A girl enters the house, dressed as a white bunny, or at least, she has the white ears, and is wearing a white jacket. She's carrying a guinea pig wearing a tiny top hat; you wonder how the pair of them tracked down one so small.
"Oh, a chocolate would be nice, thank you," says the girl, reaching to pick one out. The guinea pig, however, becomes restless, and starts chattering her teeth unhappily.
"Well, which one do you think I should go for, Taffy?" says the girl, setting the guinea pig on the table. Taffy goes to the jar of numbered chips, chirping.
"Looks like I should try my luck with the numbers, then."
She pulls out a chip with an elegantly engraved seven. "Hm, what's this one do?"
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Post by Nut on Oct 27, 2020 10:11:23 GMT -5
Deep in the dark woods, there is a little frog who has been lost for some time. The woods are very big, or perhaps the frog is very small, and they are getting scared because winter is coming. They are supposed to be hibernating, but they couldn’t sleep; it was too cold and lonely in the little hole they dug. Now they are looking for warmth and companionship, and the woods are asleep and it grows colder still.
A purple light glows through the darkened trees. Light means heat, and warmth. A bit of strength returns to the frog’s tiny, weary legs and they hop faster, encouraged. They come across a wall of stones in front of them, stretching high above their head. Following the wall, they reach a wood panel, which moves as they approach. The warmth grows, and the air around them turns downright cozy.
The frog finds a wooden pole they can climb, which leads to a long, flat surface. From this height they can now see the room around them, the eyes on either side of their head examining all of the walls at once. They are delighted to find themselves in some sort of art gallery; this frog has a great appreciation for art. They are more delighted still when a black-haired lady in an awesome costume, who is sitting at the other end of this long surface, appears to notice them and holds out a jar full of pretty purple chips.
The frog jumps onto the side of the jar, clinging to the glass with their gummy padded feet, and stares through it to see inside. Their gaze rests on the number 3.
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Post by Kat on Oct 31, 2020 0:04:26 GMT -5
"I never knew this poorly decorated place was a tour stop!" Creamy Snaw eyes the Weewoos huddled in front of the fire. Nah, those feathered things weren't worth the time and/or effort. Tambourine in hand. Snaw stands in the middle of the room and began to sing the most beautiful song mankind has ever created. Clearly the Weewoos and that lady would be impressed! Kat may not be impressed by the comment about her place being poorly decorated (look, she's just too busy to chuck enough pumpkins for a pumpkin patch all around her abode, also what if some of those crazy trick-or-treaters steal them for a trick?) but she's certainly impressed by the impromptu performance in the middle of her hall. The Weewoos turn around to watch - or maybe they decided to warm their tail feathers. In any case, Snaw has their full attention. "You never know, this place has a lot of tour stops if you look carefully. I can't guarantee the audience size, though." For a moment, the big-cat sized tuxedo cat just lounges in this place, absorbing the comfortable environment and the wealth of material around them. No wonder cats liked to laze around; this was the life. But their curiosity eventually got the better of them, and they padded forward to check out the jar. They reach to get one... Oh right. Bigger paws. And also, no opposable thumbs. "...Please excuse me for this," the cat says telepathically. They grab the jar with their jaw and set it on the ground, before rolling it around and pawing inside with one claw. Eventually, they manage to bring out a chip with the number "8" on it. Kat doesn't mind that there is a large tuxedo cat in the middle of her space. They haven't knocked down anything of value anyway, or bothered the Weewoos. Besides, cats are friends. Cats are fuzzy and warm and fascinating. And it's nice to look up from where she is typing every now and again - and at that moment, she notices that the cat is approaching. She blinks when the cat speaks to her telepathically and nearly drops a folder in her hand, but she decides to simply smile and nod. The cat comes up with the chip marked "8". Kat picks up her wand and flicks it toward the cat. One small daisy-scented poofy cloud later, the cat is now sporting four little socks. They're very warm, but also smell faintly of food. (And they're removable, they're not permanent. They can easily be shaken off.) "You get socks!" she proclaims. "They're perfect for the weather, and when you don't want to wear them anymore, they're edible! You can eat them and no one will yell at you for it." A girl enters the house, dressed as a white bunny, or at least, she has the white ears, and is wearing a white jacket. She's carrying a guinea pig wearing a tiny top hat; you wonder how the pair of them tracked down one so small. "Oh, a chocolate would be nice, thank you," says the girl, reaching to pick one out. The guinea pig, however, becomes restless, and starts chattering her teeth unhappily. "Well, which one do you think I should go for, Taffy?" says the girl, setting the guinea pig on the table. Taffy goes to the jar of numbered chips, chirping. "Looks like I should try my luck with the numbers, then." She pulls out a chip with an elegantly engraved seven. "Hm, what's this one do?" "My, what cute costumes!" Kat crows when the girl and the guinea pig enter. The Weewoos twitter from their spot in front of the fire, and one flies over to the corner of Kat's desk, staring intently at Taffy with beady eyes. But it doesn't bother the guinea pig at all and instead pecks at a stack of papers. She watches the girl pick out the number seven. "Lucky number seven! Or is it? Hmm, what was number seven supposed to be again?" After a moment's thought, she snaps her fingers, and suddenly, a bag of gingerbread cookies appears on top of the desk. Taffy may be a little spooked as it will appear right beside him. The bag moves very slightly, and a gingerbread head peeks out of it. "They're completely edible," says Kat. "They can carry a few small things, and there are some guinea pig-shaped cookies in there too, for your friend. Not gingerbread, of course, but definitely safe." Deep in the dark woods, there is a little frog who has been lost for some time. The woods are very big, or perhaps the frog is very small, and they are getting scared because winter is coming. They are supposed to be hibernating, but they couldn’t sleep; it was too cold and lonely in the little hole they dug. Now they are looking for warmth and companionship, and the woods are asleep and it grows colder still. A purple light glows through the darkened trees. Light means heat, and warmth. A bit of strength returns to the frog’s tiny, weary legs and they hop faster, encouraged. They come across a wall of stones in front of them, stretching high above their head. Following the wall, they reach a wood panel, which moves as they approach. The warmth grows, and the air around them turns downright cozy. The frog finds a wooden pole they can climb, which leads to a long, flat surface. From this height they can now see the room around them, the eyes on either side of their head examining all of the walls at once. They are delighted to find themselves in some sort of art gallery; this frog has a great appreciation for art. They are more delighted still when a black-haired lady in an awesome costume, who is sitting at the other end of this long surface, appears to notice them and holds out a jar full of pretty purple chips. The frog jumps onto the side of the jar, clinging to the glass with their gummy padded feet, and stares through it to see inside. Their gaze rests on the number 3. "Hello, little frog," says Kat. "Wow, I've been getting a lot of visitors. Hmm, no one has picked the number 3 yet; that would really help with today's weather." She bends down to take something out from a drawer on her desk, and straightens up again, clutching a striped sweater. It's Kat-sized - certainly too big for a frog. But then she draws a wand and taps the sweater three times. The fabric shimmers and sparkles before shrinking to a more appropriate size, and she holds it out for the frog to look at. "What do you think? It'll keep you nice and warm, and when you're done using it, you can eat it. It tastes good." Meanwhile, some of the Weewoos have begun to watch from their perches around and in front of the fireplace. One large, chubby faerie Weewoo is fast asleep on the rug, sprawled on it like a cat. "Hey, you lot, behave. We have a guest. And we may have more before this night is over." |
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Post by downrightdude on Oct 31, 2020 15:39:51 GMT -5
Creamy Snaw twirls. Remembering the candy, Snaw keeps it in an adorable purse. The Weewoos return to facing the fireplace, so Snaw decides to leave those feathered fans alone and embark on more touring.
"It was so nice meeting you, mysterious lady!" says Snaw, skipping out of the house.
Snaw boards the tour bus and leaves, leaving behind a fire that quickly consumes the front of the house.
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Post by June Scarlet on Oct 31, 2020 20:01:03 GMT -5
Taffy seems completely at ease with the sudden display of magic, it's the girl who's surprised. "Oh, wow, you made that appear out of thin air! You know, I'm learning magic myself. I don't do much yet, but I did shrink that hat for Taffy to wear."
Taffy chirps.
"And they're gingerbread treats? That move? Oh, better be careful with those, haha!"
When Kat mentions that there's guinea pig treats as well, Taffy starts squealing. Loudly. The bunny-dressed girl quickly takes the bag and pulls out a treat that resembles a guinea pig. Or a potato, they look kind of the same.
"Here you go, Taffy!"
The guinea pig munches happily away. The girl smiles. "I'm Jess, by the way. Thank you for the treats!"
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Post by Gelquie on Nov 1, 2020 0:51:21 GMT -5
Kat doesn't mind that there is a large tuxedo cat in the middle of her space. They haven't knocked down anything of value anyway, or bothered the Weewoos. Besides, cats are friends. Cats are fuzzy and warm and fascinating. And it's nice to look up from where she is typing every now and again - and at that moment, she notices that the cat is approaching. She blinks when the cat speaks to her telepathically and nearly drops a folder in her hand, but she decides to simply smile and nod. The cat comes up with the chip marked "8". Kat picks up her wand and flicks it toward the cat. One small daisy-scented poofy cloud later, the cat is now sporting four little socks. They're very warm, but also smell faintly of food. (And they're removable, they're not permanent. They can easily be shaken off.) "You get socks!" she proclaims. "They're perfect for the weather, and when you don't want to wear them anymore, they're edible! You can eat them and no one will yell at you for it." They got socks! They got edible socks, in fact!! That seems unsanitary after extended wear around, but cats are not known to care!! It felt... different on their feet as a cat, compared to what they were. And it took quite some adjustment. They weren't sure how they felt about it in cat form, even if they would be ecstatic about it in their normal form. On the other hand... they are quite warm, and comfy... The cat lay down in the middle of the space. Perhaps this was a good time to take a break and absorb the comfort of this place, if the Kat will let them. They could get used to being a cat. |
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