Circe's Manor: Re-re-redux!

[Marky]

Hming for a moment, Mark sets down the notebook and carefully examines the liquid in the bottle. "Fascinating how some of this stuff can be made...and apparently this one is supposed to turn someone into a cat, eh? Even more interesting..." However, as he shuffles the bottle back-and-forth between his hands, Mark suddenly develops a case of butterfingers as the bottle slips from his hand! "Oh ****...!"

[Circe]

*The bottle falls to the ground, smashing against the hard floor with a loud crack as it contents slowly spill out... That can't be good.*

[Marky]

Gulping, Mark quickly picks up the bottle and tries to prevent too much of it from spilling out to the floor, not thinking as he uses a hand to try and plug-up the hole as he carefully tilts the bottle away from the crack, hoping more of the potion doesn't spill out.

[Circe]

*Mark's hand feels a little bit tingly as it comes into contact with some of the spilled potion, and a bit of extra hair (or is that fur?) grows on it. Still, he seems to have successfully plugged the leak. ...Now what?*

[Harri-chan]

Elliot gave Elise a confused look for a moment, and then shook his head, "No... look... never mind", he said with a sigh. Rubbing his knee, he looked down onto the playing field for a sign of the cheering squad he was now part of.

[Circe]

*Down on the field, Elliot spots a couple of women in uniforms similar to his own standing about and chatting.* You ready for this?

[Harri-chan]

"Not really... but do I have a choice? If I complain... you'll probably get Circe to make me think I WANT to be a cheerleader and then I'll ready be in trouble. Catch you later, Elise... ", he said, and nervously made his way down from the bleachers to approach the women. He could feel his heart racing inside his chest as he got closer, "Hi... I'm Joan's replacement... Ellie".

[Marky]

*Mark's hand feels a little bit tingly as it comes into contact with some of the spilled potion, and a bit of extra hair (or is that fur?) grows on it. Still, he seems to have successfully plugged the leak. ...Now what?*

Pausing for a moment, Mark blinkblinks a little as he feels the tingling in his hand, frowning a little. "Well...that's not good." He begins to look around for perhaps another bottle to put the potion in.

[Circe]

"Not really... but do I have a choice? If I complain... you'll probably get Circe to make me think I WANT to be a cheerleader and then I'll ready be in trouble. Catch you later, Elise... ", he said, and nervously made his way down from the bleachers to approach the women. He could feel his heart racing inside his chest as he got closer, "Hi... I'm Joan's replacement... Ellie".

*One of the cheerleaders, a brunette who doesn't look that much older than Elliot, answers him.* Oh, cool! I heard Elise was looking around for someone... Where'd she find you, anyway?

Pausing for a moment, Mark blinkblinks a little as he feels the tingling in his hand, frowning a little. "Well...that's not good." He begins to look around for perhaps another bottle to put the potion in.

*Ah... yes! Mark spots some empty bottles on the others die of the room.*

[Harri-chan]

"It's a long story... ", he said awkwardly. "I've... watched quite a bit of this stuff before, but I've never actually taken part before... ", he admitted, fearing the small bumps the bra made on his chest wasn't going to be enough to convince these girls. "Is that going to be a problem? I can't afford to make Circe mad... ".

[Marky]

*Ah... yes! Mark spots some empty bottles on the others die of the room.*

Spotting the empty bottles on the other side of the room, Mark starts to head over to them, before suddenly slipping on the potion that he had spilled, sending the already-cracked bottle in his hand up into the air as he falls to the ground, feet possibly kicking up something as he collides with the floor, groaning a bit. "Ow..."

[Circe]

"It's a long story... ", he said awkwardly. "I've... watched quite a bit of this stuff before, but I've never actually taken part before... ", he admitted, fearing the small bumps the bra made on his chest wasn't going to be enough to convince these girls. "Is that going to be a problem? I can't afford to make Circe mad... ".

*If either of the cheerleaders is feeling any concern about Elliot's figure, they're not showing any sign of it.* Ah... Well, I wouldn't worry about that. The next game isn't until next week anyway, so you'll have plenty of time to get into things! Besides, who knows if Miss Circe's even gonna show up, yeah? *Her companion, a girl with short black hair and a fairly flat figure, nods in agreement.*

Spotting the empty bottles on the other side of the room, Mark starts to head over to them, before suddenly slipping on the potion that he had spilled, sending the already-cracked bottle in his hand up into the air as he falls to the ground, feet possibly kicking up something as he collides with the floor, groaning a bit. "Ow..."

*The bottle once again falls to the floor, causing more cracks and more spillage. As Mark himself falls, he bumps into the shelves holding the other bottles and rattles them a bit.*

[Marky]

Groaning, Mark doesn't realize where his feet are, quickly kicking away and scrambling over to where he heard the bottle crash, picking it up with both hands and trying to get the liquid up from the floor as best he can, cursing to himself all the way,

[Harri-chan]

"Do a lot of people come watch the games?", he asked, a little redness rising to his cheeks as he glanced back at the empty bleachers, and just picturing them full of people made his stomach feel all tight with nerves. Turning back he saw the black-haired girl and smiled at her, "What are your names by the way?".

[AmbushCat]

*After a moment, Marie turns to Claire.* What do you think? Is she doing good?

Claire: *humming again* The wall was too high as you can see... *looks down from the light panel she was polishing* Hm?

*The maid steps off the ladder she was using, takes out a magnifying glass, and proceeds to examine each machine.*

Claire: ...Passable... passable... satisfactory... passable... spider... *smack, clean, wipe, wipe* ...satisfactory. *eyes blacken; thumbs up* It's all good.