The Creepy, Well-Lived In Mansion Currently Full of Fuckery, Saturday Morning

[deathsmajesty]

Liliana had woken up curled up on her pillow. That wasn't exactly unusual, except for how her entire body had been curled up on the pillow. And, instead of a blanket, she'd been covered up by her long, bushy (yet silky and exquisitely groomed) tail.

"...What?"

Her angry demand came out as a high-pitched squeak. Still in English, yes, but hardly her usual throat pitch and tone. "...What?" And then, as if to add a very confusing insult to this very infuriating injury, Liliana realized that she was wearing her usual gown, her headdress, even her boots, but all shrunk down to squirrel size. "what?"

And then she turned to the man in bed with her to demand further information from him, only to discover--

That was not her paramour!

"WHAT??!"

[At first for that guy in bed with her, then open, though with a big chunk of SP right in the middle]

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[deathsmajesty]

"How recently are we talking?" Liliana snarked, considering she had just been chased by a torch-wielding mob. "I'm sure it's just an island thing, though." Her tiny little face darkened. "It had better be. Or else I will be most...cross."

And her being cross usually involved a body count.

[chef_chocobro]

Oh, yes, we are all very terrified and frightened, little squirrel sorcerer...

"What do you mean?" Gildas asked. "An island thing?"

[deathsmajesty]

SHE WAS VERY SCARY!! SHE WOULD FIGHT YOU!! SHE COULD COMMAND HORDES, YOU KNOW!

...Hordes of very tiny, adorable grubs, but whatever.

"This is a magic island," Liliana said wearily. "With a trying sense of humor."

You know, like some people in the room.