House Hunting

[Kether]

*she bows leaves and comes back with glasses of juice for the pair*

[AmbushCat]

Ellen: *sips* ...Mm... orange juice. Satisfactory.

*Elk sips... and immediately grows long curved horns out the sides of his head. Which begin playing "Camptown Races" for no explicable reason.*

Elk: Lime juice. Music to my ears!

*from the closet* Guh...! SHUT THAT MUSIC OFF!

[Ookalf]

Ellen: *sips* ...Mm... orange juice. Satisfactory.

*Elk sips... and immediately grows long curved horns out the sides of his head. Which begin playing "Camptown Races" for no explicable reason.*

Elk: Lime juice. Music to my ears!

*from the closet* Guh...! SHUT THAT MUSIC OFF!

... Was that supposed to happen?

[AmbushCat]

Ellen: ...No. *drinks before continuing* ...High chaos factor, I'm sure. *looks down at her tail, which is now changing shape* ...And my tail's turning into a furred centipede, but since the juice was delicious I can't really complain. Thank you.

Elk: *as fanfare erupts from the horns* His Excellency's car! *drinks*

[Kether]

*the magic of the various foods and drinks try to calm things down, pushing the pair towards matching forms if it can..*

[AmbushCat]

*The transformations randomize themselves for a bit, much to Elk's enjoyment and Ellen's discomfort. There seems to be a bit of... confusion.*

Ellen: *deadpan* ...Is feeling like I want to soar at high speeds normal, or am I thinking of being sore?

Elk: *starting to gain wolf-esque features* I'm jazzed, baby. Jazz jazz jazz-a-jazz jazz, hi-yooooo!