Circe's Manor

[Circe]

I could make it reversible, if that helps you at all.

[AmbushCat]

Ellen: ... ...That makes my decision easier. Alright, I'll try it in a little bit. *as an afterthought* ...Oh, and toss me that volleyball, if you would.

[Circe]

Done. *Circe grabs the ball and passes it to Ellen.*

[AmbushCat]

Ellen: *catches it* ...Thank you. *climbs back onto the board* ...How long would the effects last?

[Circe]

Ah, duration... How does a week sound?

[AmbushCat]

Ellen: ...With spring break coming up soon... *ponders a moment* ...I think it's doable.

*Ellen tosses the volleyball into the air and hits it on its way back down. She seems disappointed when it doesn't quite reach where the net is strung across the pool.*

[Circe]

OK, one week it is. *Circe watches the arc of the volleyball.* So, when would you like it?

[AmbushCat]

Ellen: ...Is the potion already made, or do you need to get the ingredients for it? *jumps into the pool and swims after the volleyball, clinging to it when she reaches it*

[Circe]

I could have one brought from the shop right now. Just say the word.

[AmbushCat]

((OOC: Congrats on another year having gone by.))

Ellen: ... *a nod* Please.

[Circe]

(Thanks!)

All right. *Circe magics up a golden bell from thin air and rings it. Moments later, a maid enters the room and bows to Circe, who swims to the edge of the pool to meet her.*

You require something, Miss Circe?

Yes, actually. I'd like you to run down to the shop and pick up one of the age progression potions, duration one week, strength... *Circe looks to Ellen.* I suppose I should ask. How much older would you like to be when this thing kicks in?

[AmbushCat]

Ellen: ...Tack on eight years to my physical age, and... that would make me look about 16 years old.

[Circe]

Ah, right. I forgot you don't age at a human rate... Make it a strength four, then.

As you wish. *The maid bows again and leaves.*

[AmbushCat]

Ellen: ...And I suppose that I should probably let Mom know what I'm planning. ...Vacuum, did you get that?

*Her mom's Gengar fades into being nearby, answers in the affirmative, then teleports away.*

[Circe]

Right. Now, it should be just a couple minutes before the maid comes back... Any other preparations you'd like to make?