Circe's Manor

[AmbushCat]

Ellen: *faces her again* ...I'd probably feel the same way if the hammer-chucking plumbers hadn't started clearing out my cranium.

[Circe]

Right... Well, at least we know exactly what that tattoo of yours does now.

[AmbushCat]

Ellen: ... *nods and looks at her tattoo* Power at a price, huh?

[Circe]

Yeah. That thing would be pretty amazing without the headaches.

[AmbushCat]

Ellen: ...Maybe. ... Still, I'd hate to experience what would probably happen if something stronger than a utility spell was used on me. ...And on that note, where's that potion? *looks around*

[Circe]

*Ellen spots a clear bottle filled with purple liquid lying on a shelf built into the wall. It's presently sealed with a cork.*

[AmbushCat]

*Ellen works herself out of the pool, hissing for a moment when the movement aggravates her headache. She takes things a bit slower until she picks up the potion and looks at it dimly.*

Ellen: ...Amazing what a grape soda facsimile is capable of.

[Circe]

Are you going to drink the potion or make fun of it?

[AmbushCat]

Ellen: *eyebrow raises* ...Nothing wrong with me doing both. Across the land and down the main, here comes the grape-y choo-choo train.

*Ellen uncorks the potion... or tries to. She frowns when the cork stays stuck where it is.*

Ellen: ...Help, please?

[Circe]

*With a sigh, Circe climbs out of the pool, takes the bottle from Ellen, uncorks it, and hands it back.*

[AmbushCat]

Ellen: ...Thank you. Curse my weak musculature... *sighs, then tilts her head back and downs the potion*

[Circe]

*As Ellen drinks the potion her body grows taller and leaner, until she begins to resemble a human teenager. The swimsuit, of course, grows to match.*

(Would you like to decide how exactly she looks?)

[AmbushCat]

((OOC: Sure.))

*Ellen's skin becomes slightly lighter in tone, while her hair grows out of its standard cut and hangs just past her shoulders. The muscles that she was complaining about moments earlier become stronger relative to her size (and turn out fairly impressive, actually). Her upper torso doesn't seem too heavily weighed down. The overall seriousness on her face no longer seems as cute.*

Ellen: *voice an octave deeper* ... ...Well, that's a load off my back.

[Circe]

*Circe nods.* Well, it looks the potion worked. How are you feeling?

[AmbushCat]

Ellen: *dryly* ...Like I've just hit my head on the kitchen cupboards. *beat* ...Do I really sound like that?