A Stranger in Familiar Territory

[Ookalf]

Hmph, I can only imagine... *Circe takes the card and runs it through the system before handing it back.* And that's that done. So what's next for you?

[AmbushCat]

Beyond shooting the breeze, not much. Anything new in this part of the multiverse since I was last here? *glances at a familiar mouse cage* And how's Cynth been doing?

[Ookalf]

Well, I suppose that depends on how long it's actually been... Were you around when Callista took over the Brotherhood? That was a whole thing. As for Cynth... *Circe taps on Cynth's cage.* You in there, Cynth? Got anything to say?

[AmbushCat]

Wait, what?

Cynth: *yawns cutely and pokes her head out of a small pile of shavings* Oh hey, it's ol' Mix-and-Match. What's new with you? It certainly ain't your fashion sense.

*takes a moment to recover* ...Well, you're in a good mood today, alright.

[Ookalf]

Heh, Cynth is basically still Cynth... But yeah, Caprice basically retired a while back, so Callista got the title from her and has been trying to get a revival going. It's been... interesting.

[AmbushCat]

That explains the laser-toting dinosaurs and packs of plushies I saw on my way to the commercial district... *shakes her head* Plus that weird sheep girl who looked like she wanted to jump me. For about seven seconds, anyway.

[Ookalf]

Oh, her. I've heard of someone like that, but I'm not sure I've actually met her... Let me guess. It was your Callista side that turned her off?

[AmbushCat]

Sort of. We ended up compromising: Half of me gets to take some wool back home for use in future costumes, the other half of me went Trafalgar Law on her with Shape-Shifter, and the sheep girl, well...

/---SOMEWHERE ACROSS TOWN---\

Applepills: So let me git this straight. Yo' tried t'hit on someone who was ha'f th' boss, ha'f an hourglass, an' all love... an' th' all love turned yo' into a trail mixture?

Bahija: Less talking and more helping, you---GAGGGHK! Not where the esophagus goes, NOT WHERE THE ESOPHAGUS GOES!

Applepills: *frantic* Not mah fault they look a lot alike!

/---AT CIRCE'S SHOP---\

*smirks* ...let's just say that figuring her out is a puzzle in itself.

[Ookalf]

...Well. It sounds like you had some fun today...

[AmbushCat]

*Callous reaches into a pocket, withdraws a photo that shows exactly the state that she left Bahija in, and gives it to Circe.*

I wasn't kidding when I said she was a puzzle. *smiles* Keep it. It's good for a cheap laugh.

[Ookalf]

No, you're really not... Hah. *Circe looks at the photo for a moment before putting it away.* So, do have any particular plans for that wool you got?

[AmbushCat]

I have a few ideas, but nothing concrete just yet. I'm saving thinking about it in-depth for when I'm back home.

[Ookalf]

Yeah, that's fair. I'm sure you'll come up with something good soon enough.

[AmbushCat]

Of course. I'm half-you. Goes without saying.

[Ookalf]

*Circe nods.* Naturally. I look forward to hearing about whatever you do make.