Retro-Future Tavern Day 1

“Magic is that what it is?” Buzz replied back to Shantae still taken a back that it happened in the first place. Well the fact that his food appeared out of nowhere that is. “I’ve seen it happen and yet it’s hard to swallow but yeah I’d say we don’t have anything like you transforming into an elephant in my world.” He paused and then added: “Well at least…not that I’m aware of anyway.” Shantae was explaining a little bit about her world and the like until Buzz spotted her yawning and the former decided that she was retiring for the night. “Get some rest, Shantae, get some rest.” Buzz called after, as she left the table. The others were also going to bed so that left only him at the table now. “I guess I’d better eat up, don’t want it getting cold now.” The Space Ranger at last ate his burger and fries, much to his surprise they tasted and felt the same as regular fries and burgers in his world which was good that the food was still edible at least the food that he was accustomed to. Maybe a bit too good but whatever the case he ate it all down and then once he was done went upstairs to find a room to sleep for the night. A lot of the rooms were vacant so Buzz could literally pick any one of them. The decor was literally like something a family would stay in, decked with stars, planets, the solar system, it definitely had a very motel sort of look to it. Once inside Buzz took a bit of time to reflect on what had happened to him, it really had been a long day for him, having to adjust to his new setting and what the circumstances of this would involve but all things considered he had handled himself well with all things considered. Without another word, Buzz just got himself into bed and then fell asleep.

Retro-Future Tavern Day 2

Something was definitely off, Buzz woke up almost immediately and felt what was-grass? “Huh? Grass? I don’t remember there being grass? And-“ He was about to start but he then noticed that everything in the room had been either turned wooden like or again grass like. “What’s going on?” The space ranger wandered a loud to himself and then he took a good look at himself, his space ranger suit. Wait his suit was-was it a lot more greener particularly around the legs and arms. “What?!” He shouted now weirded out by his suit have a shader green than his regular white and greyish tones alongside the green in the middle of his suit. “Will somebody please tell me what’s happened? And why does my suit look more like a grasshopper?!” He cried in annoyance at this fact. Even weirder still there was a headband atop his head not above his helmet but on his head was a plastic headband with bug like antennas. That really got Buzz annoyed, he snarled as soon as he saw them. He then without another word, pressed one of the purple buttons located on his Space Ranger suit, lowered his helmet, placed a hand on the headband, hastily took it off his head, went over to the window and then threw it out in frustration. “Why has everything changed?! Why do I look like a grasshopper?! And-“ Before he continued his little rant to himself, a giant fly then flew past out of his window for a few seconds and then left. Causing the Space Ranger to now look on dumbstruck for about 10 seconds and then go: “Was that a giant fly I just saw?” He then asked himself calming himself down able to regain his composure at the weirdness that had just happened. Suddenly he heard screaming like somebody was in danger, with his space ranger instincts kicking in, Buzz Lightyear rushed out of his room to the source of the noise.

It didn’t take him long to figure out that the noise was coming from one of the rooms, he quickly opened the door only to find that the screaming had come from Sayaka. “What’s wrong? Are you alri-whoa what’s happened to you?” Before he could finish his inquiry, Buzz could see that Sayaka had also changed as well but unlike him it was far more than that, she looked like an insect of sorts. What was going on?

Edited by TheStarscream759 on Jan 30th 2023 at 11:48:27 AM

Donnie, Six Feet Under in an Even More Literal Sense

"S-so it's some kind of—" Donnie frantically waved his hands. "Metaversal remodel? Or...maybe we changed worlds again— Gah!" He flung his hands in the air in frustration. "This makes no sense! We have to find answers!"

He reached for his shell, then stopped. Overnight, it had...changed, becoming smooth and glossy and going from purple to black. Donnie stared at it in silence, then sighed. Fingers crossed this was just a cosmetic change and it still worked.

At least his staff was normal. Donnie clicked the shell on, picked up his staff, and then started walking to find the manhole.

Hopefully, it hadn't turned to mud too, otherwise they were never getting out of here.

"Kept me waiting, haven’t you? Tch. No matter. Dawdle all you’d like. In the end, your defeat remains inevitable."

"Tech? No, this isn't special technology or anything, it's just... you know... my Stand." Narancia then realized that Galo might well not know, and continued: "It's, err, a manifestation of psychic energy, or something like that." After a short pause, he added: "It's actually weird how everyone in this city can see it. Normally, you shouldn't be able to see or hear it if you're not a Stand User."

"And if you want to know how I got my Aerosmith— err, that's a bit of a long story. Can it wait?"

Narancia nodded. "Yeah, I'm kinda getting tired too."

He followed Galo and Lio to the indicated tavern, and headed upstairs. As Narancia approached the door closest to the staircase, he paused for a moment. Were these rooms really safe? Sure, this city was apparently free of hostile Stand users, but on the other hand this was unknown territory, and better safe than sorry...

Narancia brought out the carbon dioxide radar again, before calling out: "All right, Aerosmith's not detecting anyone! The rooms are empty! Oh—dibs on this room, by the way! See you in the morning, guys!" With a broad smile, Narancia opened the door and stepped inside.

He closed the door, stretched out, and flopped onto the bed without even bothering to admire the decor. He sighed heavily as he stared at the ceiling, a series of gloomy thoughts entering his mind. Will he really be able to defeat the upcoming opponents? When will he get out of this city? What is happening to his team? These questions swirled around in his head as he ever so slowly started falling asleep...

Narancia slowly opened his eyes, feeling as if something was not quite right. He slowly sat up in bed and surveyed the room. He hadn't gotten a very good look at this place last night, but it felt... different somehow? His eyes narrowed and his heart beat faster. Something had changed, something was off, but what?... I'd better bring out Aerosmith.

"Come out! AEROSMITH!"

In a flash, a red streak popped into existence and zoomed through the room, emitting a loud buzz.

Narancia...

Narancia stared.

It took him a good while to realize what he was looking at.

"W-w-WHAT?! What the HEEEEELL?!" he screamed, his voice echoing through the room and beyond.

What had happened to Aerosmith?!

Narancia's Stand was no longer a plane. It had turned into... a plane-dragonfly hybrid, sporting a pair of colossal, vibrating insect wings. Even Aerosmith's glass cockpit now looked like a pair of bulging insect eyes.

"AaaaaaaaAAAH?!," Narancia yelled again. This was astonishing. Impossible. More importantly, it was really stupid-looking!

"Why is Aerosmith looking like thiiiiiiis?!"

Shantae the half-genie hero - Quasar Cantina and Inn - Day 1

Shantae gave Buzz a cheeky smile.

"Well, who knows, there might be magic where you least expect it!" She stood from her bar-stool and stretched. "Well, I'm going to bed. Assuming there are any rooms left," she said, walking towards the stairs in the back of the room. Climbing the stairs, she searched for rooms that weren't shut. After trying several doors and finding them locked, Shantae noticed a room near the middle of the hall that was empty.

Stepping inside, Shantae noticed the room was relatively small, but surprisingly cozy for being made of chrome and plastic. A cot sat in the back end of the room with a purple comforter over it, with a side-table next to the bed, while a small plastic and chrome desk with a futuristic-looking lamp over it sat in the corner. Above the desk, a mirror overlooked the room.

Shantae shut the door behind her, undoing her hair tie and setting it on the sidetable. She stretched, sliding under the covers and curling up in her pillows. Though she would normally sleep in her jammies, she was so exhausted from the day's events that she readily went to sleep.

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In Shantae's dreams

Shantae's eyes filled with mist and darkness, thunder and lightning, as the waves crashed in her mind.

"Shantae? Shantae, where are you?" Sky's voice echoed in Shantae's mind, her face emerging from the shadows. The girl flew on the back of Wrench, searching the oceans but not finding anything. Alongside Sky on the bird's back was a young man with blue hair and a bandana, as well as a green-skinned girl with stitching holding her limbs together. Shantae recognized these two as her other two best friends, Bolo and Rottytops.

"Shaaaaantaaaaaaaeeee!" Bolo called, cupping his hands to carry his voice farther.

"Shantae! Shaaaantaeeeee!" Rottytops cried out, looking out for the half-genie. She took hold of her head with both hands, pulling it off her neck and craning it out with both of her arms, swiveling it in different directions. "SHANTAAAAAEEEE!" she called. Sky sighed, looking heartbroken.

"It's no use. She's gone. I saw her fall into the sea," Sky murmured, sounding disheartened.

"She's gotta be here! We just gotta keep looking!" Rottytops insisted. "SHANTAEEEEE!"

Shantae was finding it hard to watch, and listen.

She wanted to say, "I'm right here! Guys! Help! I'm trapped in this city!" But no words left her mouth. She couldn't move, couldn't speak. It was like some horrible vision that she couldn't interact with.

Her hearing became full of the strangest noise. The roar of the ocean started becoming louder, and shriller, and more harsh, until it no longer sounded like crashing waves. Instead it sounded like... the buzzing of insects?

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The Quasar Cantina and Inn, day 2

Shantae awoke with a start. She gasped, sitting up from her bed. She had immediately noticed some differences in the room from when she had gone to sleep. The chrome and plastic in the room had been replaced with wood and foliage, as if the building were carved out of the inside of a tree. The bed's sheets were replaced with a gigantic leaf, and the mattress was padded with soft soil that nonetheless felt comfortable to lay on.

Shantae sat up and looked around, noticing she felt somewhat freer. She looked down, gasping. Her outfit had transformed as well. Her top was made of what seemed like insect chitin cupping her chest, while her harem pants had been replaced with a skirt made of large leaves. Her wrists and ankles were wrapped in leaves, while her metal headband had been replaced with a plastic headband with two long antennae sticking out of them.

"What in the world...?" Shantae asked, dazed from her tired state. She reached for her hair tie, only to find it too had been replaced with a hair tie made of wrapped leaves. She put her hair into the hair tie, forming her ponytail, and she stood up. She looked out the window. Her eyes widened and she recoiled in horror.

"EEEEEK!!" she shrieked, noticing an enormous bee sitting just outside the room's window. Shantae backed away from the window and scrambled out into the hallway, hearing some screaming from the other rooms. It seems like the others had noticed the giant insect as well.

Edited by AllHailThrall on Jan 31st 2023 at 3:03:19 PM

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Late Day 1, Baro And The Boys

"Oh I shall catch up with you lot in a moment, I have a communique to make" Baro uttered as he headed back towards the Arcade rather than directly follow the other three. Oh sure, eventually he would find his way to the same place to sleep but for now his quest from the Developer was complete and he was relishing claiming the albeit very minor reward.

All in all, an odd but manageable start to the chaos that would ensue within this city.

The Sol System, Overnight

You'd think with all the advancements of this far-flung future, radios wouldn't crackle anymore. And yet; in orbiters and Relays and a few lucky colonies their little personal radios would crackle on as the smooth voice of graveyard shift DJ and teller of extraordinary true tales Nora Night begins another broadcast.

"Dreamers, got an odd one for you tonight! I just got off a secure comms line with a certain Void Trader, first weird thing being I never gave him the code for it. He didn't say much, claimed the details would be too difficult to explain but the jist is he's going to be unavailable for the next twenty five days. For you Dreamers, that means two visits skipped but he's made some mumblings about having 'something worth saving for' when he comes back. Don't feel great about doing his advertising for him but you lot ought to know. Stay safe out there and enjoy the tunes."

With another twitch of static, the tinny noise of old music.

Day 2, Bug Baro Bug Baro

The shouting, the declarations by the other residents of this little resting house, had led to Baro not being in a great shape upon waking. Obviously the events of the past day had not been some elaborate dream, but that was third or fourth on Baro's internalized list of explanations for what this whole city deal was. Noticing but not bothering to remove the deedly-bopper headpiece, he stepped outside the room to see what all the ruckus was about.

"Good morning. It appears that our captor has decided the grand forests of Earth to be a suitable change of scenery..."

It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.

Garage

"Hmmm... yeah... yeah!" Cheetor wiggled his fingers, flexed his pectoral joints, and struck another pose as he admired his new body for a few seconds. "Bumbleor!" He stopped, thought for a moment, and frowned. "No. Howzabout... Beetor? Or... or Stinger? Hm." The Maximal thought again. "This is confusing enough as it is-maybe I should just stick with "Cheetor" for now."

"Huh? Oh, no, I fell asleep like you guys, then I just... woke up like this, sorry." The Maximal grinned sheepishly and tried to not look embarassed. "And... well, that's the thing. I can't go from one changeform to another like this-normally you need a DNA scanner, a CR chamber," he continued, counting them off on his fingers, "and some kinda compatible lifeform. I mean..." Cheetor rubbed the back of his head as he tried to remember the snatches of conversation he'd overheard on the starbases before their fateful trip through time, "... before we left Cybertron, the Elders were talking about a big upgrade of some kind-something about fitting us all with portable DNA scanners during the next quantum cycle upgrade. But that's supposed to be stellar cycles away-I don't have any tech like that."

Edited by Locoman on Jan 30th 2023 at 12:50:17 PM

Well I guess it's not really a "sewer" at this point

He wouldn't find a manhole, exactly, but Donnie would note that what had been the sewers were now a tad more vertical, and one particular path near him was a near-constant upward slope that spiraled in a counterclockwise direction. Following it long enough, he would see light streaming down, and a blue-skinned girl with a staff casually strolling in his direction.

"Oh!" said Lachesis the witch. "I didn't think there was anyone else down here. Let me guess, tunnels like this are your normal habitat. Right, turtle demon? 50th human I've seen in fewer hours?"

The ass tavern

Also taking a seat near Stocking was a certain teenage boy who, based on the lack of any headwear upon him, had presumably already discarded his plastic antennae earlier. In fact, he looked...basically the same as he had yesterday, apart from some slight fuzz spread across his coat. Despite that (and the envious looks from people with more ridiculous changes in their attire), he looked irritated by something; it wasn't clear what, though, since he wasn't staring at anything in particular.

He took the notepad, and shortly after, a bowl of rice, some miso, and a mug that smelled of coffee appeared before him. "I suppose we know what that server rack meant by confirming we wouldn't simply sit on our asses," Akechi said to the gathering group of Stocking, Trevor, and Chim, before taking a sip of the aforementioned coffee.

He spared a glance at Hunk already gearing up to fight something. "You know, you'll be useless if you happen to starve on your mission; you might as well fill up before one of the man-sized parasitoid wasps outside tries to—"

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Galo and Lio, In Their Buggy Bedroom

"I don't know...something's happened." Lio muttered, knocking experimentally on the shell attached to his back. It made a CLONKing noise, and Lio immediately recoiled at the sudden sound.

"Yeah, no shit!" Galo agreed as he surveyed the room. "This place is all wooden now, and my staff's wooden...and you've got a shell! Why the hell do you have a shell? Hey, that rhymed..."

"Congratulations, captain obvious, for making such astute observations." Lio quipped affectionately, a smile spreading across his face. "We should go check on Narancia, and see if he's in similar shape. Then, we can start figuring out a plan for what today. Cumon!"

He rushed out the door, Galo following after him after taking a moment to grab his staff and the bag containing his Matoi's parts, which now appeared to be made out of woven grass fiber, although it was still dark black. Just as the two were about to knock on Narancia's door, they heard his distressed screech from inside.

"Sounds like we weren't the only ones to get a makeover..." Lio muttered. "Is everyone like this now?" He gestured at his antenna and the shell on his back.

"I guess so." Galo said with a shrug. "Overall, it's not the worst thing ever, but I definitely prefer my old color scheme." Then, he knocked on the door. "Hey, buddy! You okay in there? We heard you shouting! Are you good?"

Edited by SushiKraken6414 on Jan 30th 2023 at 7:37:02 AM

Something's Fishy Here...

Teemo in the tunnels who were sewers just a day ago.

Teemo decided to stay with the sewer gang for a while, he could always tell Donatello later that he can make an agreement with TESTER's boss.

Teemo on a bee suit and the sewers are not sewers.

Waking up, Teemo felt more covered than before looking at himself he would see and feel that his usual attire is much yellower than usual, looking at the plush like antennae coming from the hoodie Teemo could only conclude he looked ridiculous. At Least its comfy and warm.

"What just happened when we were asleep?" Teemo said to no one in particular as he followed Donnie outside.

Donnie, Going Into the Light

"I'm guessing either our current location went through a metaversal upheaval or we were sent somewhere else entirely," Donnie replied, following the slope that had not been there yesterday upwards. "Most likely the former, though—"

He stopped, staring at the blue-skinned girl dressed like she came out of a fantasy novel. "...never seen a mutation like that before," he muttered. "You certainly got lucky."

He then cleared his throat. "Also, I'm not a demon. I'm a turtle mutant, and I don't normally live in tunnels, I just happened to be here when the sewers turned into tunnels."

"Kept me waiting, haven’t you? Tch. No matter. Dawdle all you’d like. In the end, your defeat remains inevitable."

Stocking - The Ass Tavern

"Stocking Anarchy." She replied to Chimneyfoot. Whose own name raised some pretty interesting questions. "Say, were you born with that fucked up foot and your parents named you after it, or is 'Chimneyfoot' just a nickname?"

Stocking briefly glanced at Akechi, and noted his coffee, which seemed to remind her of her own thirst. She promptly summoned a sufficiently sugary latte for herself, sipping at it as she surveyed the wild world beyond.

"Eh, we probably could just sit on our asses. None of these bugs look that threatening. I've fought ghosts bigger than all of them. Still annoying, though."

She gestured towards herself with a forkful of pancakes. "Honestly I'm more pissed about the costume change. I mean, yeah, I can totally rock these colors, but like, they could've at least asked. And don't get me started on the moth theme. I would have gone with something classier, like a monarch butterfly."

This was followed by a dramatic sigh. "But what'll ya do?" She shrugged.

By sheer unfortunate coincidence, her shrug caused a glob of syrupy pancake to fly off her fork and splat Akechi in the face mid-sentence. This in turn caused Stocking to snort with laughter.

"S-sorry bro. My bad." She giggled out.

What is so amusing about this? Why do you take lives? How can you forget?

Sayaka

The Quasar Inn

Sayaka touched her antennae. They were not a part of her; they were merely plastic party decorations. She took a deep breath and picked her sword back up. Upon hearing Shantae scream, she stepped into Shantae's room, with a sword in each hand, and approached the window.
"Don't worry! I can skewer that bug!" she yelled at the others.

"Enshittification truly is how platforms die"-Cory Doctorow

Daisy Buchanan, Auto-shop Garage Wooden bug place? Oh and butterfly wings too

After Brigitte introduced her to the magical notepad that made food appear out of thin air, Daisy used it to eat a bunch of caviar and lobster throughout the night before she headed to bed. As she lied in bed, staring at the ceiling, she thought about her family. How are they reacting to her disappearance? Did Tom care at all? Has Pammy been asking her nanny where she is? These thoughts kept her awake until she eventually drifted off into a deep sleep.

By the next day, Daisy woke up, stretching her arms as she lets out a big yawn. As her eyes adjusted to the light, she noticed that her room was entirely different. It was made entirely of... wood? Not the polished wood, but the rudimentary kind that are basically unaltered tree wood, taken from the forest. Besides the wood, she spotted the leaves and mud holding the wood together.

"Brigitte? Cheetor? Tron?" Daisy called out for her companions.

She wonders if she somehow got taken to yet another place. Hopefully not a different world. Before she heads out of her room, she spots her reflection in a mirror whose glossy frame resembled that of a beetle.

There, she found thin bug antennas on top of her head and vibrant, gradient blue-violet butterfly wings sewn on the sides of her dress. Daisy looked into the mirror, analyzing her look. How did she get these alterations? She left the room after standing there for a minute or so. She went downstairs, noticing that the entire garage is made of wood now, and found the other three.

"So, I'm sure you all noticed that things changed quite a bit this morning—"

Daisy got a good look at the others and noticed that their appearances got some alterations as well. Besides the bug antenna they all have, Brigitte's armor is now painted green, Tron's mecha has a ladybug theme going on and Cheetor... Oh dear, Cheetor is a whole other person now. Instead of having a cheetah-based appearance, his body became that of a humanoid bee basically.

"Oh my, so I'm not the only one whose looks got changed up a bit. And Cheetor, you sir, I don't think you're a cat anymore! You're a fluffy bee now. Very fluffy bee."

Edited by Cutegirl920fire on Jan 31st 2023 at 4:52:06 AM

Victor of HGS S320 | "There's rosemary, that's for remembrance. Pray you, love, remember."

Brigitte Lindholm - Grön armor - Auto... Beetle garage? - When you show up to a costume party as the only person not on theme.

Brigitte listened to Cheetor's explanation, a bit curious, and nodded. "So pretty much impossible, then. Between notepads that make stuff appear out of thin air and these changes that happened to us overnight, our captor being god-like is feeling less and less far fetched to me," she said, folding her arms. "Makes fighting back seem like it's not really an option," she then muttered, and went silent for a few moments.

Then Brigitte perked back up, and looked at Cheetor again. "Hey that reminds me though, I meant to ask you yesterday; so did you change your name when you got your cheetah form, or were you always named Cheetor?" she asked him in a curious tone.

When Daisy came down the stairs and made her observations, Brigitte nodded. "That's pretty much what I said!" the engineer agreed, and let out a little laugh. "You're like a butterfly? You look good; I thought you'd maybe get a moth getup," Brigitte mentioned, and glanced down at her own armor. "Not sure why mine's not so different, but..." she trailed off, eyebrows lowering as she looked closely at part of the armor that was green. It had this particular texture to it, and after thinking about it for a moment, Brigitte rapped her knuckles against it. "Chitin. Makes sense," she quietly thought out loud.

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Bug's Ass Tavern And More Of The Same

"...you know, it's kind of encouraging that none of you are banging at the doors screaming yet." Based on Stocking's appetite, her dish of choice wasn't full of any gross bug sap or other, at least. Trevor picked up the notepad once it was free his coat looking like a particularly downtrodden fluffy moth, complete with antennae-shaped patterns running down on it◊.

Chestnut showed up in the meantime, his coat similarly fuzzy. Stocking shut his theorizing up just in time for Trevor to procure himself some grub. "Makes three moths out of us." Chimney over there only had a wooden chimney instead; reminded him of the changes to his whip. "Now, most bugs will probably leave us be, but I'd be on the lookout for the hunters. Wasps, mantises, hornets, spiders - I don't fancy being gobbled up by a skittering critter the size of a cow."

He pulled out the plastic antennae from his pocket, examining them with a critical look in-between the bites of his food. "And these probably aren't here just to taunt us. I'd keep them around."

Big Grah

Hunk blinked behind his mask, everyone was relaxed and taking the event in stride. It'd serve him well to follow that example. He exhaled and took off his helmet, getting a better look at his outfit.

It was relatively the same, perhaps he already looked like an ant in it. He sat down and wrote up some steak and eggs, as well as a thick black coffee. It was simple, straightforward, and would taste better than his rations anyways.

"So, the experiment begins, the city has become a forest."

If it was some simulation of course, there had to be conditions to be met. Right?

Nia, Quasar Cantina and Inn: Buzz Off!

From outside her room, she heard screaming from both the ninja and the half-genie. She grabbed one of her knives from her belt (which she notices are now made of wood and stone, and vines respectively) and rushed inside Shantae's room. Even without a Blade to back her up, she's at least got those on her. When she barged in the room with the blue-haired girl, she saw the threat almost immediately. A bit of her is clearly disgusted by the size of the insect, but she's no stranger to fighting giant bugs. She looked at Shantae and then the bee, her grip on the knife tightening and shouted at it, "Oi! Piss off, you oversized bug!"

"I treasure every day with you, darling." "No need to be so sappy, love." "You know that's how she is, Nia." - AU!Pyra, Nia, Mythra

Retro-Future Tavern

Buzz didn’t really get an answer from Sayaka but never mind that would have to wait for a moment as he also heard Shantae’s screaming. He followed Sayaka to Shantae’s room then he saw why she was screaming in the first place. There in the room was a giant bee in the room, Nia barged into the room as well and was basically threatening the giant insect to leave. Luckily because Buzz hadn’t much of a change for today, he readied his arm laser and directed it at the bee, preparing to attack it if the slightest bit of trouble came about.

“You do anything to our friend here and you will answer to us!” Buzz barked as well, also threatening the bee, his serious look kind of deflated a bit when he realised what he was doing. He didn’t say anything about it but it was more of a look of ‘Am I really threatening a bug here’ sort of thing. Regardless he kept his readied position.

Mai Shiranui, Quasar(?) Cantina & Inn

Once the bee flew away from her window, Mai calmed down. However, that calm only lasted a few seconds as she heard Shantae scream. Mai pulled out one of her battle fans from her clothing and she charged right into Shantae's room.

To the others, it would look like Mai's outfit was patterned after a praying mantis complete with green coloring. Her plastic headband was even in the same green as her outfit and had antenna that resembled a praying mantis. The so-called battle fan that Mai had pulled out looked to be a giant green leaf that vaguely resembled her battle fan. However, Mai had spotted the man-sized bee again.

"W-Why are the bees gigantic?!" She asked the others, worry in her voice as she readied herself to defend against the bee alongside the others.

Edited by GameGuruGG on Feb 1st 2023 at 6:03:13 AM

Wizard Needs Food Badly

Hearing the voice calling out to him from outside, Narancia went back to his senses. He stepped across the room, Aerosmith following him leisurely on humming wings, and opened the door to be met with Galo's worried gaze.

"Er, I'm fine, but—" Narancia explained hastily, stumbling on his own words. "Something weird's happened to Aerosmith! And the room seems all different too, it's like—"

His words trailed off as he blinked in confusion.

"Uuuuuh... what is that thing on your head?," he asked, all while a pair of plastic antennae flopped back and forth atop his own cranium.

Daisy Buchanan, Auto-shop Garage/Wooden Bug House

Daisy giggled a bit at Brigitte's compliment.

"Well, thank you! It's indeed a butterfly look! Now, with this whole bug theme, I'm reminded of those cocoon coats.◊ They're a type of furred coat that wraps around your body and usually worn to evening parties. In the summer, to accommodate for the heat, their length is shortened around the waist and act more like a cloak.◊ Now I think of it, the large fluffy furred collars of those coats do remind me of moths like that Frosmoth fellow I met yesterday."

Daisy grabbed the notebook and scribbled some items down. A cup of coffee, Vienna rolls and a bowl of grapes appeared on the wooden kitchen table.

"And well, I feel like we should have some breakfast before we go out of what used to be a garage. As I'm not a heavy laborer, I prefer my breakfast light."

Victor of HGS S320 | "There's rosemary, that's for remembrance. Pray you, love, remember."

The dirt tunnel that was once a sewer

"'Mutant'? Oh, nah, nah, I'm just your normal, run-of-the-mill witchling," Lachesis corrected, waving a hand in front of her. "...So do you normally live in sewers, then? I don't think that's allowed in my town, though I wouldn't put it past a few demons to do it anyway. I dunno, it's not like I'm ever down there."

The ass tavern, where those damn pancakes will haunt Akechi forever

...the unfortunate pancake to the face stopped Akechi's mouth dead in its tracks. He turned slowly, the flat confection falling noisily from his face, and he looked to all the world like he wanted to murder Stocking then and there.

Still glaring at her, he took a napkin from the counter and wiped the errant traces of syrup from his countenance. As if to prevent himself from snapping, he took a long, slow sip from his own coffee mug, which...actually did seem to calm him down, seeing as the glare was slowly fading.

"Why does he have to be so good at this?" he mumbled to no one in particular, looking into his cup.

He still looked pretty pissed, but was at least managing to divert his attention from the object of that pissed-ness.

"For being made of cheap plastic and looking stolen from a shitty Halloween costume, you've ascribed quite a weight to these things," Akechi said to Trevor, looking at the plastic antennae in his hand. "Although, I suppose it's not impossible that they'll be important. Unfortunately...no, not here."

As if remembering something, he extended his hand to the last scion of the Belmont name. "Goro Akechi, by the way. Crow when on the clock."

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Tron Bonne - Garage

Tron clutched at her head in frustration at the sheer gall the Developer had to be messing with her hard work rebuilding the Gustaff as Brigitte gave her observations, which was when she finally noticed the bug antennae hair band and tossed it away in annoyance. But she kept further complaints to herself, using them as fuel for imagining what she'd do to the Developer to teach them a lesson once they figured out how to turn the tables.

"I don't supposed anyone has any plans besides breakfast today?" Tron grumbled, glancing at the recently buggified Cheetor and belatedly realizing that she seemed to be the only one wearing the same clothes as yesterday despite he mech's change. "What about you, do you eat?"

In the sewer

Bucky hadn't had much to add, though it was clear that he went a little stiff at the appearance of the strange blue woman who had made her way down into the sewer. Even though she didn't seem to be particularly threatening, he just continued to...stare at her, intently.

Finally, he spoke up.

"Are you hostile? Your tone indicates derision and entitlement."

Easing back into life one step at a time

Garage

"I wasn't always called Cheetor," admitted the Maximal, trying not to look "Sometimes-but not always-we change our names when we scan a new altmode. But..." Before he coul continue, Tron cut in with another question.

"Me? No, I don't eat food. Just Energon." He paused for a moment and took in the mutual stares of incomprehension. "You know, Energon? Glowing crystals... ultra-powerful fuel source... no? Anyways, I just fuelled up before I got here-should keep me going for at least a couple weeks." Despite this, Cheetor couldn't help but feel a strange kind of itch in the back of his mind as entirely new instincts bubbled up, unbidden, in his brain module.

"But now that you say it..." He frowned as the words left his mouth, as though they were slipping past his mouth without him even realizing what he was saying, "my processor must be glitchin' out or something, because some part of me could really go for... nectar...?"

Edited by Locoman on Jan 31st 2023 at 11:21:54 AM