Abillioncats wrote:
James frowns as he finishes looking through all the clothes, all girls stuff, what kind of sick joke is this? He makes an irritated growl before reading the note carefully. When he is done he drops the note, even less happy about his circumstances than before.
"Great, so this Alice has a thing for men dressed in drag? And what does she mean by 'future employer'?" Was he a prisoner for this person's sick amusement? Obviously someone rich enough to kidnap him discreetly, he was probably in a private mansion in some remote location where no one would ever find him...
He shook his head, he couldn't let himself give up in despair! If he could find his way out of here, maybe he could escape this place and try to find help. First though...clothes.
He picked up a red dress, staring at it for a moment. He frowned before tossing it aside. "Forget that, I'm not going to give her the pleasure of seeing me in that, I'm sticking with the blanket..." He wrapped the blanket around himself like a toga as best he could, it wasn't perfect but it was better than running around completely nude. Plus he had to admit it was rather comfy, made him feel a little drowsy though.
With that in mind, he went up to the door and attempted to force it open, hoping that it wasn't locked. If it was he'd break the door down if he had to.
He finds its unlocked! And slides it open to see a fairly standard hallway. Carpeted with doors on either side... stretching off in both directions at a gentle curve. The sheet was quite soft and snuggly... he could just wrap it around himself and take a nap...
Whatevr89532 wrote:Marcus feels a little weird, too, with some tingling and...he's wiggling his butt a bit on the floor just sitting here. He shakes his head, trying to clear it, and feels more hair shaking around him than he remembers. Well...maybe he just didn't notice, it could've grown out while he was unconscious. He doesn't really know how long he was unconscious, although...he doesn't feel all that hungry, does he? All of this is just too weird to think about. He just needs to get out of here. He stands up, still holding the ball in his hand...looking around the room for anything else that might contain helpful stuff besides the wardrobe and nightstand he's already checked and come up empty from. While he does so...of course wanting to bite down on the ball again is weird, but he unconsciously squeezes it a few times to try and relieve that urge. Squeak squeak squeak...
The squeaking was nice... strangely cathartic. And though he wasn't initially hungry... thinking about it suddenly makes his mouth water. Mmm... maybe he could get some steak or something...
Feng wrote:Xavier paused, not even expecting his kidnappers to include a comely maid (his mortal weakness!)
The man gasped.
"How could you have pierced my clever disguise?!" he shouted before turning on his heel and fleeing in the direction opposite of the offended maid, crocodile tears streaming from his eyes.
Must find pants! Must find pants!
Xavier tears down the hallway! Feet padding on the carpet. He sees rooms to either side... where will he go? He could just keep running.
Ookalf wrote:"Huh, surprised I got that on..." Paul considers the other clothes, and ultimately decides to at least put on the underwear. Going barefoot's fine and all, not having anything "down there" just feels awkward.
Its soft... and somewhat confining... yet it was better than nothing, yes? He could try for shoes as well... though most of them seem like spindly ornamental things with high heels...
Zoey wrote:Grok takes the path with the adventurous vase of flowers!... and takes it! It could prove useful later as a weapon! Plus he doesn't have pockets right now.
Grok obtains the Vase of Acquisition! The flowers smell rather pretty... And as he's looking over his new prize... he hears footsteps behind him! Turning around... he'd see... a
guard! His lucky day...? She raises an eyebrow at the strange man with the vase and lady clothes tied around his lower half.
xGoggles wrote:Nicholas sighs, "So you expect me to believe that.. somehow I'm in 'your realm', as one of your guests, that from multiple dimensions.. and we have to play this game with you trying to escape your castle?" He gets up from his seat. Not taking the story of some lady in a dream very serious, though he did remember waking up in a strange and girly bed, assumed to be kidnapped and what not. Maybe it was just his fantasy playing tricks on him; it would be impossible for the abductor to communicate through his dreams, wouldn't it?..."And how are you expecting us from not just leaving through the main gate? Hm, traps?", he questions but suddenly feeling a strange tingling sensation, and notices his hair getting longer. Taking a lock of hair to inspect it, he asks "Did you just change my hair?"
She smirks. "Well... of course. But its not done with that..." He feels himself shrinking... his skin tingling as it grows smoother... softer. His hands daintier as nails grow out longer... his clothes feeling baggy before readjusting... beginning to knit together as his pants flare out into an increasingly frilly dress!
