The Mungojerrie: Enemies, Yet Friends

[Ookalf]

*Once outside, Circe tosses Callista to the ground and casts a spell to keep her rooted in place.* Now, what to do with you...

[AmbushCat]

Callista: *squeezes her eyes shut* Doyouexpectmetotalk?Doyouexpectmetodine?Poof!Whatdoyouneed?Poof!Whatdoyouneed?Poof!Whatdoyouneed?

*Calli's purse changes forms a few times, but it doesn't change into anything more dangerous than a golf club before it turns back to normal. Also, each shape-change doesn't last for more than half a second.*

[Ookalf]

... *Circe slaps Callista.* Slow down, dammit!

[AmbushCat]

*Callista grunts upon being struck, but nothing changes about her aside from a sleep mask (formed from binary) that adheres itself to her eyes.*

Callista: Youdon'twanttodothisyoudon'twanttodothistrustmeonthis.

[Ookalf]

*Circe sighs.* Of course that wouldn't work... *Circe takes a deep breath and considers the situation.* So, freezing you in place and hitting you didn't solve anything... Because your mind must still be in high gear from all that caffeine. *Smirking, she continues.* Perhaps we should just purge it all from your system, then...

[AmbushCat]

Callista: Wheelofmoralitypurgepurgepurgetellmethelessonthatshouldemergeandthelessonoftoday'sstoryiswhoknowswhocareswhatever!

[Ookalf]

*Circe nods.* Excellent. Now, what orifice would you prefer it come out of? Mouth? Nose? ...Tear ducts?

[AmbushCat]

Callista: Singsingsingsingbirdiebirdiebirdie!

*...which would probably be translated as "mouth", but then it could be interpreted in any way, really.*

[Ookalf]

...Mouth it is. *Circe proceeds to cast a spell over Callista. What follows is a rather unpleasant scene of every bit of caffeine in Callista's body spilling out of her mouth in liquid form, most of which will be skipped over out of consideration for our more squeamish audience members.*

*....*

Feeling any better?

[AmbushCat]

Callista: *hoarsely* Throat...sore. *coughs; speaks almost inaudibly* Hair...blue. *coughs again*

[Ookalf]

Well of course your throat's sore after all that, but is there anything else I should know about?

[AmbushCat]

Callista: I... said... *coughs* Oh, for... here.

*Callista's purse opens via her telekinesis, and a small mirror flies out of it for Circe to take.*

[Ookalf]

OK... *Dreading whatever she's about to see, Circe takes the mirror and looks at herself.*

[AmbushCat]

*It seems Circe's overall appearance has done a bit of a backflip. Strangely it's not a species/personality change; it's just her looks, age, and clothing that have switched, while the rest of her traits stay intact.*

Callista: Brain hiccuped.

[Ookalf]

... *Circe lowers the mirror.* Explain this. Now.