A Stranger in Familiar Territory

[AmbushCat]

*A rather... odd-looking person walks down the street of Muffinville's commercial district. No matter how much her hair blows about in the wind, it maintains a 50-50 split between blonde and brown straight down the middle. Her clothes seem to consist of 25% long-sleeved shirt, 25% dress top, 25% black denim jeans, and 25% slitted skirt--as odd as that description sounds, with fur-lined boots and a scarf worn on account of the cold weather. When she speaks, she seems to change temperament and patterns mid-sentence repeatedly.*

Hmm... shouldn't Circe's shop be around here somewhere? Well, if it's anything like ours, it's probably slowed down on account of minimal traffic. Still...

[Ookalf]

*The strange mixed woman soon finds herself standing in front of a store whose sign proclaims it to be "Circe's Shop of Magical Wonders". It doesn't seem to be very busy, as predicted. Circe can be spotted inside through the windows, adjusting a couple of display items.*

[AmbushCat]

And so it goes. *pushes the door open and walks in* Hello?

[Ookalf]

Welcome! *Circe looks up from her work when the woman comes in.* Ah, you're... Callous, wasn't it? Do what do I owe the visit?

[AmbushCat]

Taking a lonnnnggg overdue vacation. Half of me was complaining that we hadn't been in this part of the multiverse in years, so we figured we'd pay a visit.

[Ookalf]

I see. Makes sense enough. *Circe walks back over to her counter.* Well, this is my shop. Did you want to buy something while you're here?

[AmbushCat]

That was the general plan. Do you have any sort of specials going, or is this just a standard business day?

[Ookalf]

*Circe shakes her head.* Just a regular day, for all that entails. Were you hoping for anything in particular?

[AmbushCat]

It'll be nice to have something of mine that I didn't make myself, so just surprise me. Maybe we can talk shop after, or something.

[Ookalf]

Hm. A bit vague, but I'm sure I can come up with something. Give me just a moment. *Circe steps away from the counter and briefly vanishes into the shop proper. When she returns, she's holding a pair of glasses with thin, black frames.* This something I designed as sort of a novelty. Put these on and anyone you see through them will appear to be the opposite sex. It even puts an enchantment over your ears so that their voices will appear to match. Not so much with any other senses, though. *Circe hands them to Callous to try out.* I don't how much practical use you'll get out of it, but I figured you might at least find it interesting...

[AmbushCat]

*tries them on and looks at Circe* They seem to work fine. Seems a figure like my own translates into washboard abs as a male. Dude, totally not a mental image I needed! Oh, be quiet, me. You know it's true, so why gripe about it?

[Ookalf]

Heh, that about matches my experience... So, will you take it or no?

[AmbushCat]

I'll take it. Not that it matters to half of me, but what's the price tag?

[Ookalf]

For you, let's make it twelve dollars. *Circe returns to her spot behind the counter.* A bit of a discount, since you're partly me and all.

[AmbushCat]

*Callous first tries to hand Circe a Super Ball, but grits her teeth and shoves it back into a pocket before retrieving her debit card. It should be the same as she'd seen it last: split down the middle with their respective color schemes and emblems on both sides.*

That's the one downside of shopping. Sooner or later, the urge to bamboozle the clerk keeps rearing its ugly head.