moonstrualcycle | no running in the halls!

no running in the halls!

[hot off the presses, this one, horrendous new clothes and all. wherever it is in the DR's apartment building that Lea's chosen to roost, that's where Isa's getting ~~yeeted~~ catapulted, quite literally. at least it had the decency to drop her outside the apartment, right? enjoy the distinct sound of someone colliding hard with the wall next to the door and crumpling into a groaning mess on the floor. there's sand on her shoes, and a familiar frisbee came with her, dropped a short distance from where she landed. knock knock, Lea.]

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Nuh-uh, you goaded me into the second one, so it's your fault.

[admittedly it's never taken very much to get Isa to do something like that, if it's at Lea's nudging. "hey, you should get your ears pierced." "okay" "wait, really?" Isa's gazing thoughtfully at that tentacle hand again, better distract her before everyone gets flustered again.]

Isn't it always my fault?

[ She's gonna move over to get another selfie with Isa, especially since she's noticed the sugary fairy dust sparkles. Here's hoping Isa doesn't spot them in the camera. ]

Yes, but this is extra your fault.

[this day of absurdity is catching up with her, clearly. instead of just shutting down, her usual filter that would keep her from being horny and/or sulky is gone. she doesn't spot the sparkles, mostly because she's too distracted by the feathers she can see in Lea's hair. gonna just... tweak one, gently.]

[ Lea jumps at the feeling and whips her head to the side to stare at her. ]

That felt super weird.

[Isa just looks smug, and her snake tail might be trying to bite Lea on the ass.]

Good, it serves you right.

Like skin-pulling weird, it— Hey, hey! Don't make me do it again.

[ She's brandishing her tentacle arm like a weapon. ]

[it's not a threat if she'd enjoy it, Lea. and speaking of threats, Isa has her mouth open to respond, but then tilts and almost falls into several potion shelves from the sudden weight of one of her wings turning into a goat head and neck. it belches a little bit of smoke, and then yells derisively at Lea.]

[ Holy fuck, she is rolling out of the way of that and closer to the door, because she doesn't know what the fuck is going on. Once she realizes it's part of Isa and not necessarily a threat she just stares, but it's more concern than anything. ]

Are you okay?

[in response, she covers her face with her hands. she's making a muffled noise, and her shoulders are shaking, but is she laughing or crying or both? or maybe another type of animal head is going to burst out of her somewhere, who even knows. the goat head is now attempting to chew on Isa's hair.]

Hey.

[ Partly at Isa, to get a response, and partly at the goat head. She makes a face at it that's very done with ur shit, then inhales deeply, scratchily, and... blows a puff of her own smoke at the head. Establish dominance, that's what u do. ]

[is it though. Isa risks a look between her fingers, and friend, you are doin' me a concern, why was that your reaction. this is actually hell, isn't it, she's died again and this is hell. muffled: ]

We have to leave this room immediately.

[ Honestly, she was trying to get its attention so it would leave Isa alone and she didn't know how else to communicate. Also look at me, I have fire powers too!! ]

Let's go then.

If this shit doesn't disappear when we leave I'm removing it myself.

[whatever her previous reaction was is gone now and has been replaced by stony disgruntlement. it's still not actual anger or freaking out, at least.]

Yeah no, I don't think so.

[ She's going to set remaining bottles she was holding down and then calmly back out of the room. She wants to keep an eye on Isa, you see. ]

I'd like to see you stop me.

[she's just grumbling now, don't mind her. why did she have to get all supernatural stuff when all Lea got was feathers and a squid arm? why u do me like this, dressing room, you're not making a good impression so far. she'll follow Lea out of the room.]

If it involves shredding parts of yourself you bet I will.

[ After walking out the door nothing much seems to happen, at least at first. A couple feathers fall to the ground with Lea's movements, but with the length of the tentacles it's hard to tell if they're retracting or unchanged at all. ]

[to Isa's great relief, when she passes through the doorway the goat head falls off immediately and resumes yelling when it hits the floor. she kicks it into the potion room, throwing the half a snake that also just fell off after it, and slams the door shut. the remaining wing dissolves into sparkles, but the antennae, ears, and mane seem to be staying for now, which is fine with her. and she absolutely remembered to grab her jacket before they left the room, even though i didn't, whoops.]

That's better, and no bloodshed was needed.

[sadly.]

[ Yeah Lea's just going to stare after all of that, because she's seen spell effects disappear abruptly like that, but not in the same way. It fell off, and that's kind of... ]

Gross.

[she looks a little less grumpy now, and is very subtly :eyes: at the fact that Lea seems to have kept the tentacle hand. obviously that IS moving way too fast, but it's a nice fantasy she's going to hold onto for a while. she feels her head to determine what parts she was left with, and frowns when her hand comes away covered in sparklies.]

Yes. Time for a closet with clothes in it, everything I'm wearing has rips and fairy dust now.

[she sees you and now knows why you were so interested in taking pictures of her, Lea. B| ]

[ The tentacle hand is actually withdrawing, just much slower than the feathers are falling out and stuff. She reaches up to scratch her face with it, in fact, then jerks a little when she feels it. Oh well, time to keep moving- Hey... ]

Wasn't that my shirt?

[aw. oh well. wouldn't do to start things off with possibly the best option ever, i guess.]

Yeah. I hope you weren't too attached to it.

[god, even her underwear has a rip in it from the tail. this is stupid. B( ]

Look, I'm just saying—

[ No she wasn't attached to it at all. She dusts herself off with the hand-hand and then heads for a closet closer to her room. This has been a lot of adventure. ]

What're you after? It's harder to find specific clothes than it is to find specific weird rooms, if you can believe it.

Uh. Just somewhere with pants and long-sleeved shirts, I guess. I don't really care as long as it's comfortable and keeps me warm.

[also greyscale, but she's not conscious of that preference yet. the formative years for developing a personal image sort of got cut short.]

That's just vague enough to be, like, everything.

[ Totally doable. Here you go, let's say they've been walking and the closet is right at this intersection of halls. Lea's gonna open the door (both hands are now hands again) and now Isa can see why it's called the dressing room. Clothes for daaays. ]

[*-* Isa's not a huge clothing person, but damn. she drops her jacket by the door and wades in, metaphorically speaking; within a minute or two it'll become obvious that her tastes run towards leggings and slouchy turtlenecks in black and grey but mostly grey. assuming Lea's not just going to sit there and watch, though, there are some specific items nearby that Isa definitely needs and hasn't found yet. that's not even getting into the moon-themed silver jewelry section, or the fact that she also needs undies and sleepy clothes.]

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