The light within the windows initially went ignored. After all, it was just the gaming club's room, what could be going on in there...? Just another movie or theatric video game, surely. Many eyes were on the triumphant, preening glory of Brock Jacobson - the practices leading up to the "big game" were just as much a coronation of Jacobson within the context of his family as they were a lead in to a much anticipated school event.

However, a few unusual and suspicious eyes were on that flash of light from within the gaming club's room. Those watching sending off messages on burner phones, each one communicating roughly the same message.

The windows started to crack all at once - the thick glass slowly showing a spiderweb like pattern across its form as the light started to intensify. The light blocked out any of what went on inside of the room. Who could've said that the whole situation started off as something like a bunch of nerds seated around looking at an old exercise manual...?

All at once, the glass seemed to press outward... and then shatter in a jagged rain upon the ground floor.

The distant and tall figure of the two story school building that, among others, held the gaming club's room alerted by the sound of something like an immense gust of wind out of that destroyed window. The 500 Building, as it was called, was two stories tall, with the gaming club room on the second floor - in a classroom that once belonged to a now closed down study hall area.

Inside the light, Armani James would find himself feeling such a sense of...loudness. It was like something only just barely within his hearing range was surrounding him from all directions. His ears whistling, but quickly acclimating. His lungs would feel a steady ache as they began to change into a new nature.

Lila van Wieren would feel a sense of hunger. Unnatural and somewhat beastly. Her senses colored by blood, but always clear of mind. Her nature encapsulated a curse, and what was a curse but a shackle? But perhaps with time and effort, one might wield his or her shackle ripped clean from the wall...

Uria Fitzgerald would hear the rank cries of things that she could not understand. Would not understand. Feel the squirming of something within, a primal understanding and, perhaps, an innate nostalgia that threatened to overwhelm her consciousness. Whether that brought forth greatness or ruin, it remained to be seen.

Katarina Cato would feel akin to a great feline beast of the hunt within the warmth of the light. Something gently pushing her forward. Guiding a wistful and at times cruel hunger. Obligate hunger for meat. A yowl pushing its way to her throat. Her fingernails scraping the floor - and cutting it.

Junia, even though for now she remained her same height, she would find herself feeling so small - and yet so powerful. She was here, within this endless shining abyss, so small, but thrumming like a freshly struck lightning rod. Shaking and slowly brought back down from this odd high.

Sam Wilde would feel the very ground underneath herself start to deteriorate. The hiss and sluice of acid in place. The body she had now moved like a mass of liquid approximating the functions of a human. Steam aired up from the floor underneath her, detected even through the bright.

Willow would feel a deepseated sense of vindication. Whatever Willow could be, they would be able to be. No longer constrained by one shape or form or function. Bones, muscles, tissues, skin and hair all capable of being made malleable, shifting, eminently within their power.

George would feel utterly dry - even the slightest sip of water would be a reprieve from the abject and utter feeling of sand on his tongue. His body would feel like everything tumbled, lurched, and readily jumbled. But always dry - even the slightest taste of the air on his tongue would be a ready reprieve...

All these people had gathered together to read from the Hercules Circuit, under the impression it would grant them enough physical capacity to throw off the yoke of Brock Jacobson's oppression. But what they had stepped forth into was so, so much more.

And as the light slowly faded away, the teens would find themselves standing where they had been before. Awake. Alive. But changed. Different. Whatever they did from here, they would answer only to one another - for now.

Knock knock knock. There was the rattling at the door...

???

"You know," The classy looking older man said as he thumbed his mustache, adjusting his tie with his spare hand, "You killing my assistant doesn't make your case for being Unbound any stronger, mm?" A sarcastic if polite gentleman, built like a tank, wearing a white tuxedo shirt, with a deep and dark, blood red vest over it. Dress pants expertly pressed - not a wrinkle in sight. His head shaved bald except for his precisely kept facial hair.

The figure on the wall chuckled, struggled against his binding, and sighed.

The gentleman suddenly took out his phone, smiled, and stated, "Well, quite a few new admissions. For now, I think I'll observe from afar. See how they take to their new gifts."

Mumbling from the indistinct figure within the bindings on the wall. The gentleman shook his head, "Sinis, please. We all know you going there would make things dreadfully boring quickly. Just...settle in to eternity." And with that, the old man walked out the door and into the world.

Edited by NickTheSwing on Dec 27th 2021 at 10:08:35 AM

Armani James

Let's make this perfectly clear: Armani did not give a damn about Brock Jacobson.

He didn't give a damn about this club in general, really. In fact, he was supposed to be in a GEMINI practice session, but nooooo, Gabriel just HAD to dip on them. He didn't even give an explanation, he was just gone.

Carla had suggested just going without him, but as little love as bassists got in the music world, Armani knew the music wouldn't be the same without him. So he'd told her to just head back home, and headed to the gaming club for yet another session of not gaming.

He had no idea why this school still called it a gaming club.

Today's not gaming activity was, apparently, studying exercise manuals in the name of pushing back against Brock Jacobson. Armani had never been bothered by Brock, because—why would he? Armani was just too great for people to mock him.

(He was not aware that most people, Brock included, had decided that the best way to make him stop bothering them was to not give him the attention he wanted.)

But he had supposed this couldn't hurt.

Now, stuck in blinding light and some inaudible sound pressing against his eardrums, he'd wished he'd just gone ahead with practice.

Armani couldn't hear. Well, he could, but it was so low and his ears were whistling so loud he might as well have been deaf. And his lungs were aching, pain seizing his chest and making every breath hurt—

And then the light faded, and it was over.

Armani blinked. Several times.

"Wh— What the HELL was that?!" he yelled to no one in particular. "I cannot believe you people roped me into this—"

A sudden knocking on the door drew his attention, and he groaned, stomping over to the door. "This wasn't my idea!" he snapped, pulling it open.

Edited by LilyTheLitten on Dec 24th 2021 at 7:40:08 AM

Uria

She didn't move, at first. She just stood there, feeling the squirming under her skin. No, not under her skin. Deeper than that. In her soul. It was there, the thing she saw in dreams. It was her and not her, all at once.

Slowly, her left hand came up to fidget with the small, silver cross-shaped pendant around her neck. An old nervous tic.

She raised her right arm and looked at it. Then she willed it to change, and her pale skin became grey-green-brown protoplasm, her pores becoming pseudopods as her arm stretched into a gangly tentacle.

She swung her arm, and the tentacle stretched out to poke a nearby wall. She retracted it a moment later, still staring at it.

"...cool." Uria said at last.

She observed the others, pausing to note that Sam was now made of jelly, before the knocking at the door caught her attention. She turned to look at it for a moment before turning back to the others.

Sam was still made of jelly. Opening it now probably wasn't a good idea. It didn't surprise her that Armani tried to do it anyway.

Uria quickly wiggled her tentacle until it 'schlorp'ed back into a human arm. She stared again at her fingers, but only for a moment, before quickly walking towards Armani and grabbing his hand to stop him from opening the door. Her grip was notably strong - not quite uncomfortable, but clearly too strong, for a girl of her size.

"Wait, Armi." She said. "Sam is still jelly. Wait for her to transform back."

I had to admit, this was interesting. My subconscious took over briefly during the empowerment, a few details I detested being shall we say corrected in the initial alteration. Nothing major of course, stubble recycled into a smoother face, features softened, just a few touches to make it clear I was no longer restricted to what the circumstances of my birth thought I should be.

My eyes darted around to the other members of our little gang and the hashtag squad goals they had gleaned from the manual. Rich-Sam was the obvious one to remark upon; the girl had become some manner of Mountain Dew Monstrosity and was currently burning a hole in the carpet. Rockerboy was looking normal but he was also screaming his head off as he wandered to the door and— oh! Little Miss Christian Minecraft Server managed to hold him back after most capably demonstrating that she, like myself, had obtained some manner of transmutative power except she'd chosen the much more intriguing first experiment of arm-is-a-tentacle for a moment. I took a moment to lay a mental note to learn how she did it later, for my own purposes.

For now though, I stood up like absolutely nothing was wrong and started stepping towards the door.

"I'm just going to slip out and see what they want, okay? That good with all my hombres?"

Junia, Size: 3 Inches

Junia didn’t think any of this will happen, and she didn’t like it, she feels like she is in a whole new world jazz everyone and big, too big for her liking, and not just the room but the club mates, there big too and weird looking

Uria arm just formed into a freaking tentacle and is already swinging it around and see can feel the wind from it pushing her away, all of this power just from one swing and her mind runs if she just swings off a fury of attacks from this

She turns to see Sam’s body has now turned into some green goo, now she will not touch her, she doesn’t know what this goo can do to her, she then looks closer to see the rug under her burning and now knows that she will not touch her, thoughts her she trapped in there to slowly die come to her head before she blocks them out

And then the knocking the loud knocking at the door, who are they, what do they want, what will they do if they see us, are they here to kill us, what will my mom and dad think of me now

She needs to go now, and like the wind Junia ran past giant tables and chairs, ran past the fleshy pillars that are the legs of her classmates to a corner of the wall, ducked down, and hid away as she cover her face hoping all of it to be a dream.

Edited by This on Feb 10th 2022 at 10:40:44 AM

Lila van Wieren

At first, Lila had merely been writhing on the ground, hands clutched tightly over her mouth as she screamed into them. But now, she had shuffled backwards to lean against a wall, still covering her mouth and looking between the others there with frantic eyes. She felt small, and she despised it. Not as much as she did the sensation.

I need...

Her sense of smell was going wild. Or was it her sense of taste? Perhaps both. Her mouth felt packed. New tissue. New... teeth? New something. She could taste her own mouth. That wasn't right.

I need iron.

Neither was that. She had a craving for a tangy, metallic substance. She knew, because she could taste her own mouth. It was addictive, almost. She dared to uncover her face—

“Augggghhh!”

New structures of both soft and hard tissue spilled out from her mouth, twitching slightly with their unfamiliar muscles. Some of these horrific mouthparts were tipped with razor-sharp talons; curved and dangerous like those on the feet of a predator bird. But the longest mouthparts were the unfurled tendrils that helplessly wriggled about, tipped with what appeared to be suckers and overall having the appearance of intestinal tubes in a very wrong location.

Lila, very understandably, screamed upon experiencing this. Except she was muffled by these gross mutations to the point of being inarticulate, and so she tried to force the parts back into her mouth in a vague attempt to regain control. She was slowly gaining power over them, but it wasn't enough. She wasn't crying.

She might've been. She was scared. But she didn't want to. She could handle this just like anything, given enough time. She hoped so, anyway.

The most worrying part was the strong craving for blood she had now. She had a dreadful feeling that she wouldn't be able to gain control over that anytime soon.

Edited by Enirboreh on Dec 24th 2021 at 12:56:36 PM

Katarina

Katarina wasn't sure what she'd been expecting today. She certainly wasn't looking forward to their little club. She supposed it was pleasant enough, but she always kept everyone at arms length. Not that she wanted to, but she could never let them get close without saying something to offend them. An offhand quip, a rude remark, anything to keep them away. She knew they wouldn't care for her anyway, so why give them the chance to?

But she hadn't been expecting this. One minute she was reading a poor excuse for steroid abuse, the next, she was blinded by the light, forced on the floor as she hissed in revulsion. But her repulsion quickly faded, replaced with a strange sense of... comfort. Her fears and doubts began to subside, her head brimming instead with burgeoning confidence. Other things filled the back of her mind as well, things she would have immediately questioned not a moment before.

But she didn't care now. Even as her nails scraped the floor, cutting through it like butter, she couldn't care less. Her stomach rumbled, filled with a pervasive hunger.

Suddenly, she stared at Junia, her growing instincts and senses singling them out even if she was hard to see. Her eyes were already growing sharper, speckled with brilliant flashes of yellow. There were other changes as well — flecks of thin black fur across her face, her ears growing in size, and something pushing out under the back of her pants — but she was too busy to notice. She crouched down, flattening her stomach to the floor, her already long feet becoming ever more elongated and bent as she purred. Her prey was in her sights, and she was all but ready to pounce.

Junia, Size: 3 Inches

Junia closes her eyes more just for her wake up on her bed on a weekend, that is what she is wishing for right now for this before she hears something, something sees her, is it one of the clubmates or even the knocker?

Junia bites the bullet and opens her eyes to see two big glowing eyes staring at her she jumps away to hit the back of her head grabbing into it feeling something, she moves her hand to her face to see blood… But their blood I just hit my head and I’m already bleeding? Junia soon turns back to the eyes and its face small black fur on its face and cat ears… Junia looks at the human-cat more before coming to a sudden realization “Katarina?”

Junia slowly begins to walk away from her, she doesn’t like how she is looking at her like that, as she now knows she is small and Kat is becoming a cat, herself is the prey to Kat’s eyes, and nows tries to make a break for it, running away from her cat friend.

Edited by This on Feb 10th 2022 at 10:42:46 AM

Katarina

Katarina's ears began to twitch, growing bigger and taller as they slid to the top of her head, becoming wider and more triangular with each passing second. The fur on her face continued to spread as she licked her lips, and her deep yellow eyes bored into Junia like piercing slits. Her feet were becoming easier to sit on, and her fingernails were ever longer and sharper, clawing against the floor beneath her. The back of her pants continued to bulge, bits of fur sticking over the top as something began to move, threatening to burst straight through the middle to be free.

Suddenly, Katarina pounced, her rumbly tummy and killer instincts conquering her with ease. Instead of a classmate, she only saw a tasty morsel and little else. She lunged towards her, fangs bared and claws at the ready. Perhaps if someone brought her to her senses, she could regain her reason, but that didn't appear to be happening any time soon.

Sam

Really, the state of the Gaming Club these days was pathetic. Despite Sam's best efforts, they didn't even play games half the time. Even when they did only half the club at most was ever interested... it was enough to bring her to tears. Today was a great example. What did some old mail order exercise book have to do with games!?

Someone gave some excuse about defending themselves from Brock Jacobson, but who cared what Jacobson did anyway? Sam certainly wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of getting her riled up. Well, except for that one time he flushed her hair down the toilet, but that had been a special circumstance. But despite her objections, she had gotten roped into it anyway.

Speaking of which, what the hell had just happened? What was that light? Where was all this steam coming from... wait, what?

Oh shit, oh fuck, whatever the steam was it was clearly hallucinogenic. There was no other way to explain what happened to Uria's arm or Katarina turning into some kind of... were-cat... or whatever was happening with Lila's mouth... And if it was a hallucenogen, it could only have one origin.

"Armani! Did you bring drugs!!!?"

Armani

"Wh— jelly?" Armani said, staring at Uria in confusion. "What do you—"

And then he turned around.

All of the color drained from Armani's face.

Lila's face had split open, Katarina had turned into a cat-person-thing, Sam was liquid...apparently, this exercise book was a magic book. One with the power to induce transformations.

Except him.

He was still the same.

Armani stared at the others, openmouthed. "What...the..."

Then Sam accused him of bringing the thing, and his face instantly switched to one of ire. "Hey! I don't do drugs! Just because I'm a rockstar doesn't mean I'm an addict! God!" He turned away and folded his arms, a small pout on his face. "Don't do much sex either, but that's beside the point."

Uria

Armani had been stopped from doing the thing. They still needed to open the door at some point, but Uria assumed everyone would want to make sure they looked human when they did.

"It's not drugs, Sam." Uria explained. "It's magic. Also, you're jelly. You should probably try to turn back."

Besides Sam, most of the others did look human enough (Willow was slightly different, somehow, though Uria couldn't place the exact difference) but Kat was currently a cat. That was funny. Did their names affect their powers? They'd need to test this later.

For now, Uria took note of the tiny Junia, and swung her arm. It turned into a tentacle again, which whipped towards Junia, snatching the tiny girl up and pulling her out of Kat's way.

The tentacle retracts and turns back into a human arm, and Uria sets Junia on her shoulder.

"Bad kitty." She admonishes Kat, before turning to her miniature shoulder-friend. "Are you alright, Juni?"

Edited by kagescorpionakki on Dec 24th 2021 at 5:23:46 AM

Junia, Size: 3 Inches

As soon as she sees the Kat cat jumping in to kill her, she knows that it was all over, she stops and closes her eyes hoping for a bright light or a dreamless sleep, tears running down, I guess I was never going to past school, she thinks to herself before she feels something

As soon as Junia opens her eyes expecting Kat’s mostly cat like claws to rip her, she instead sees those same Uria tentacles on her, her feeling of safety is immediately replaced with pain as the grip on her, makes her feels like she is one of those stress balls

And as quickly the wind hits her face before stopping and rests onto her shoulder before she turns to see that face… It scares her, and it speaked, she tries cover her ears and hearing something about being ok, she doesn’t know if she is even ok with any of this, in fear she grabs on her shoulder her fingers digging into her skin like knifes without Junia knowing, she answer back on Uria’s question by nodding no.

Edited by This on Dec 24th 2021 at 3:11:24 AM

Lila van Wieren

She wasn't alone, at least. She wasn't alone. Lila kept mentally repeating this as she slowly worked her newfound mouthparts, eventually managing to fold them back up into her mouth away from view. She coughed and spluttered a little, but it was for the most part successful. Only her teeth were left still visibly inhuman; her fangs curved and sharp like that of a wolf's.

The light in the room felt too bright. She felt sick. She wasn't sure what to do, but she consoled herself with the fact that the worst of it seemed to be over. At least, to her knowledge.

“What—” she coughed, her voice hoarse and sore from the ordeal. “What the hell just happened...? That light, the— what the fu...?”

Katarina

Kat pounced on her prey, eyes and jaws open wide, but found herself eating thin air instead of a tasty snack. She soared past Junia, arms and legs flailing as she slammed into the nearest wall. She fell back ontthe ground, rubbing her new set of ears and reeling from the blow as she came to her senses.

"Oh Lord..." She blinked out of habit, sitting herself up as she came to in a daze. "...i don't know what happened, but I feel like someone dropped the equivalent of a warhead without telling us, and that's being generous.

As she got her bearings, she found herself sitting on her feet, hands resting on her bent knees as though it were second nature. She didn't see anything odd about this, though she wasn't sure what she was doing in the first place. What was odd was the shattered glass, as well as the blobby Sam and shrunken Junia on Uriel's shoulder.

"...my word, someone did drop a warhead, didn't they? It'd certainly explain Slime Girl and the Incredible Shrinking Woman. Did WWIII happen while I was out or am I imagining things?"

I really couldn't do much more than smile and refrain from giggling as I noticed the first experimentations of some of the others. Feline features, scale alteration, horrific mouth stuff! All wonderful things to come along and ask to learn once they're more refined. At the time I kind of assumed everyone was working with the same kind of abilities I felt myself having, after all we were all reading from the same manual... I was, of course, kinda wrong but then again maybe I had some manner of insight?

"Okay well you lot keep shouting at each other, I'll handle our visitor mkay?"

I gave a quick little wink to the others before opening the door just wide enough to slip through to the other side.

"Dreadfully sorry, one of the club brought in a guitar and amplifier today and said he had, direct quote, 'a power chord that will blow the roof off the place'. Roof's still affixed as far as I know but the windows weren't so lucky."

And then I actually took a moment to figure out precisely who I was speaking to.

Edited by Pentigan on Dec 25th 2021 at 1:12:51 AM

Uria

Uria chewed the inside of her cheek a moment, before nodding as Willow went off to distract the door person.

She turned her head to look at little Junia, wincing slightly as Junia's hand dug into her shoulders. Uria reached up to gently grab the tiny girl, holding her carefully with both hands.

"It's alright." She whispered, quietly enough that she hoped it wouldn't hurt Junia's tiny ears. "Can you grow back to normal?"

Junia, Size: 3 Inches

Junia looks around the fleshy tower she is on before spotting Lila on the floor, and as she looks at her pockets she soon see that her grip has penetrated her friends skin and lets go

How did she even do that, and she hopes that Uria will not mind, she soon goes back and looks around her pockets but nothing no notepad or pen, Junia tries to make her way to her head but a hand grab her, she turns her head to see Urias face, she is still freaked out by how big her face looks like before laying down onto her hands

Junia liked on how she is trying to be careful with her and nods no on growing back to size, she doesn’t even know how she shrunk down, she then walks around her hand before now seeing her notepad and pen on a table, she taps on one of her fingers and points at the notepad before pointing at Lila.

Edited by This on Dec 28th 2021 at 11:22:36 AM

Standing on the other side of the door, looking in at the panicking teenagers - large and small both - was a young man who looked quite worried. He seemed a little bit stocky, dirty blond hair trussed a bit, and wearing a comic brand t-shirt, a denim jacket, slacks, and some sneakers. His mouth seemed to be hanging open in the middle of getting ready to say something as he looked inside the room. Whatever he was looking to say, he ended up whispering, "...Uh, I think I remember hearing the windows like, explode."

This was Pete, another of the people most commonly put upon by Brock Jacobson.

During PE, whenever the coach had them doing dodgeball - which was often - Pete was always the first person Brock targeted. And never would the throws ever be soft. Pete was always left bruised, sometimes bleeding - and never was Brock made to apologize or change his behavior.

As the coach said, "It's just all boy play." Pete called it "bullying" and "targeted harassment", but he got a very thinly veiled threat if he went forward with anything.

Pete looked around and said, "I was...just uh...gonna ask. Y'know. If anything was goin' on over here. Cuz I could like hear something freaking explode outward. Like, holy shit."

Edited by NickTheSwing on Dec 27th 2021 at 12:40:58 PM

I tried to just subtly close the door behind them now that they were out in the hall with Pete. Yaknow, just keep things on the down-low for now while the rest of the gang figured out whether they could look acceptably normal or not.

"As I said; power chord, blowing the roof off the place, yaknow. I have a sneaking suspicion there was a bit of blue smoke from the amp too cause it's a little hallucinatory in there. Much clearer out here in the corridor! So, how ya been Petey, still on Brock's bad side? Want me to talk to him, see if I can get him to knock it off?"

I tried to give a reassuring smile. That was simple enough, I just wanted Pete to know that I wasn't going to take gruff from Brock and was willing to stand up for folks.

Katarina

Katarina wasn't sure what was going on, but wouldn't be surprised if it was hallucinogenics. She was sure the school had been putting something in the water, and this was proof. It was a regular mushroom samba, and they'd be lucky if this was the worst of it.

Except... something was telling her this was real. She wasn't sure what or how, but that's what it was saying. A little voice, telling her so many little things. Like how now was the perfect time to start licking herself for instance. Or how the bite-sized Junia looked absolutely delicious. But other than that, she seemed to be the only one that was perfectly normal—

RIIIIIIP

Suddenly, she was frozen. Like a deer in headlights. Something had exploded from her rear, and she had a sinking feeling as to what. She jerked her around, almost afraid to look at what she knew was already there.

It was a tail. A long and fluffy back tail, twirling about like a dangling piece of rope. It had burst out from the back of her pants, forcing its way through with no other way to escape. It was waving itself about, plain for all to see, and was anything but a figment of her imagination.

The reality of her situation began to sink in. She looked down, suddenly aware she was sitting on a pair of long fuzzy feet, and that her shoes had been torn to shreds. She looked back at the tail. Then the feet. Then the tail. Then the feet. Then the tail then the feet then the tail then the feetthenthetailthenthefeet—

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA—!!!"

She let out a cross between a scream and an ear-curdling hiss, loud to be heard through the hallways and even through the remains of the window. The voice was trying to tell her everything was okay, but it was drowned out by a torrent of fear and dread. She could barely think, only continue to scream as the voice struggled to regain dominance.

Edited by kkhohoho on Dec 27th 2021 at 5:09:37 AM

Uria

Nodding, Uria took Junia over to the table, setting the tiny girl down next to the notepad. Before she could check on Lila, however, Kat started screaming.

It seemed the others could not handle the transformation as she could. An emotional problem, perhaps. Uria wasn't easily shaken, and moreover found the power within her to be to her liking. The others had been twisted in ways they were not accustomed to.

Uria walked over to Kat, and reached up to grab the other girl's shoulders, before pulling Kat down into a tight hug.

"It's okay." Uria said, barely audible over Kat's hissing. She reached up a hand to stroke Kat's hair. "You're going to be okay. You're still Kat. You are in control."

It was a simple affirmation, but it would hopefully help.

Katarina

Kat continued hissing and screaming, even as Uria did her best to comfort her. Any other day, she'd push her away without a thought, but she was too busy panicking to care.

But somewhere in the middle of her embrace, amidst the whirlwind of confusion and fear, the voice began to reassert itself. It quelled her fears, downplaying her obvious revulsion and restoring her newfound confidence. She began to purr, the gentle strokes pleasing her and the voice both. If nothing else, she knew that she was Kat. But she was also cat. And on a scale of one to ten, she wasn't sure whether she should be pleased or mortified.

After a minute or two, she was calm enough to regain her wits. Suddenly aware she was being caressed by a fellow student, she gently pushed her away, one step from doing so with considerable force. "...i'm not sure whether to thank you or call the police for sexual harassment, but it would be remiss not to show some gratitude..."

She turned around, staring at her tail as it twisted and turned like a snake. It didn't feel wrong or out of place, but she knew it should. The voice kept telling her there was nothing wrong, and that she shouldn't let anyone tell her there was. Not even herself. But she was beginning to wonder if that was truly the case.

"...i don't suppose you have an extra pair of pants lying around? Mine have become something of a fashion statement." She glanced at her tail, wriggling through the large hole that they'd burst through. "And perhaps a matching pair of shoes for good measure. I don't know about you, but I never intended to join the club for homeless vagrants."

Lila van Wieren

“Oi," Lila muttered in response to Kat's comment, crossing her arms as she stepped forward towards the group. “I resent that. Hey, any of you like... really thirsty after that? Felt like I haven't had a drink all day... the hell was that...?”

She shook her head. “Are all of you good? Not... falling apart, or anything? 'Cause whatever happened to me I don't think's gonna help fix it. Sorry and all that.”

George

The moment the light ended George started coughing and wheezing due to the severe dryness of his body, in his coughs his fingers and sleeves turned into sand making his usually chill self panic a bit

"What in tarnation…"

The worry of his limbs made him instinctually reform them back into their original shape he was glad about it but he has something else to worry about

"E-Excuse me!"

He said bumping Pete accidentally as he sprinted to the bathroom to drink some tap water then come back after a minute of drinking quite a lot, even his face was drenched

"Man i felt like i almost died"