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June Event: Chaos, Chaos!

JUNE EVENT: CHAOS, CHAOS!

Who: Anyone and everyone!
What: It's just a little chaos...
When: June 17th - June 22nd
Where: Primarily Io, though also across Ensō and the islets if applicable
Warnings: Violence, possible body horror, potential anxiety and dysmorphia associated with body-swapping

Who Keeps Spinning the World Around?

The morning of June 17th, you'll probably notice things are amiss rather quickly. Your hands aren't your hands, or you're no longer in a squishy human flesh shape, or worse. Maybe your Lawful Good persona has plummeted into an outright Chaotic Evil one. Or maybe you wake up with a brand new power in your hands! Whatever the case is, no explanation is going to be immediately forthcoming, from Eleu or the Storyteller or anyone else. You'll have to figure out this mess on your own.

Adjust to your new circumstances, master your new powers, and do what you can to make it through the next few days...because they're going to be some very interesting ones, for certain.

Catch Me If You Can!

Come June 20th, whether you're back to normal selves or not, Eleu has a job for you. A request, even. They're going to need your help to take care of this little problem and put a stop to all this absolute madness.

Those interested in helping can get in touch with any of the honeybees buzzing anxiously about Io, and they will redirect you to the Honeycomb, which has now been provided with several barrels of Honeycomb Sledgehammers for your use. You don't have to take one if you don't need it, but they make a very powerful weapon. Additionally, Eleu will take care to assure that, in exchange for your help, you may keep the Sledgehammer, if you so choose.

Those interested in assisting may access our boss fight at its top-level below. This is a single thread with no order, but anyone may participate, regardless of their current state of being. Don't worry about how you contribute, or tag speed. Anyone who's concerned about being left out is welcome to reach out to us to handwave or backtag their involvement, if necessary!

The Clown Box is going to put up a fight, though. And it's not going to be pretty.

Event Timeline

[ ♆ ] June 17th: Chaos begins!
[ ♆ ] June 21st: On the eve of the final battle, Storytelling commences.
[ ♆ ] June 22nd: Characters confront the Clown Box, and all parties return to normal.
[ ♆ ] June 25th: All parties become privy to the final outcome involving the Clown Box.

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[ The Clown Box, far from its normal ('normal') state of lurking about and terrorizing unsuspecting visitors, has significantly changed its tactics.

It appears as a collection of broken, colourful shapes, moving as one entity and constantly shifting its appearance - squares, triangles, circles and much stranger things floating in abstract arrangements.

Constantly and chaotically on the move, it flits from place to place seemingly at random. Thinking fast to get it to stay in one place, where it can be herded and hit, is paramount.

For now, it buzzes and hums in the tea gardens, gliding over the flowers for all the world like a normal swarm of bees. It seems somewhat pacified...for the moment. ]

Edited 2019-06-16 04:02 (UTC)

[ It'll probably be considerably less placid after Castor comes out of flippin' nowhere, aiming a quick and powerful kick at what appears to be the largest mass of ClownBox. ]

A

[She didn't mean to topple a tree. The passing thought that struck her had been along the lines of 'I want that leaf' and the entire thing seemed to pull and twist and turn until it fell to the ground with a loud slam, shaking the ground under her feet.

But she did get her leaf, at the sacrifice of the whole tree, which is something. It's pretty?? Definitely pretty. And with the entire thing toppled to the ground, she tries to pull a bunch of leaves off with Kravitz's wild ass power. Tries and fails horrifically, as she gets a couple floating in the air, and abruptly 'drops' them the second her eyes catch something else.

And uh oh, that's a pretty big rock in the air? She didn't mean to do that, maybe? Maybe she did? It doesn't matter because now it's floating over the fallen tree, like it has a mind of its own. And it kind of does, because hers is all over the place as she-

Spots some shiny shells in the sunlight through the foliage and the rock slams into the ground as she suddenly wants those instead. Anyone passing by the beach might see some shells just floating in thin air. She's working on it, okay? Don't take them.]

B

[She hates round two of this. One morning she has fancy treasure collecting powers and then next, she's-

She's on a roof? Whether it's the temple or islets or maybe she's somehow found her way back home, she is suddenly on your roof, clutching the sides of it because while she isn't afraid of heights, this wild ass teleporting is keeping her on her toes. She was just trying to collect some treasure!!! What the heck!!

So hello. Good morning, good afternoon, and good evening. There's a Ren on your humble abode and as soon as she spots someone, she says-]

Hey, hey!

Edited 2019-06-16 15:42 (UTC)

a;
[When Genji wakes up one more, it’s immediately apparent that something is horribly amiss. You see, Genji isn’t used to feeling the wind in his hair, or the sun on his skin. He’s used to those sensations being dulled by the metal and plastic that make up most of his body, so actually being able to feel is...Well. Weird. Weirder still is the fact his hair is so long, and his body feels...off.

He looks down at himself, and. Well. That’s not a view you see everyday.

Anyone familiar with Erika will notice how strange she’s acting that day, because Genji and Erika couldn’t be farther apart. He’s never met the woman and has no idea what’s happening, but he’s at least not panicking. He heard the stories of strange things happening, and that’s. Fine.]

b;
[He’s heard stories of men that become beasts during the night of the full moon, but he never put much stock into it. You would think, with the reality of the Shimada dragons, he’d be more inclined to believe in fantasies, but he’d never once considered that those stories could be real.

Which is why when the night sets and he changes, he’s surprised. Shocked. Confounded.

People can run across a large, canid beast, that upon seeing them tilts its head and lets out...a boof.]

c;
[Swapping with Erika isn’t the only change Genji experiences at the hands (?) of the Clown Box. Leading up to the fight, people might come across a man covered in metal plates, scars, with glowing red eyes looking rather unimpressed with everything going on.

Or, conversely, they can run into a man with bright green hair and bushy eyebrows, who grins and winks even though he doesn’t know what’s going on.]

A)

(They wake up, and immediately know something is off, because they shouldn't.

Their eyes shouldn't open, and there should only be one, but they do and there are two and the world is moving fast fast fast and their skin is aflame with sensation previously impossible for them to experience and they need to get up get away their mad scramble turns to thrashing and spasms and they flail and flail and their mouth snaps open into an attempt at a scream...

What comes out is mostly awful, garbled noise.)

B)

(They're still not adjusted to being in Mira's body, still barely functional, only just managing to get up and stumble around. They're like a zombie with a balance problem.

And then, suddenly, with a strangled cry, they aren't even that anymore. A stubbed toe, a stumble, and suddenly they spill onto the ground ... or possibly onto you.)

i. Enso: Become Human

[The morning on Enso finds itself...rather peaceful, for Amaterasu. She can feel the warmth of the sun, hear the wind through the palms, the buzzing of insects... or all intents and purposes, it seems pretty much like any other day. A little cold, but most mornings are a bit chillier than they are when the sun meets its zenith. It's only when Ammy tries to get up from her spot beneath the small line o cherry blossom trees outside the Monkey Compound do things become very clear.

Something is afoot, and she'd been affected by it. The moment she tries to stand, Amaterasu can feel her body posture is wrong, and inadvertently falls right on her face. A wave of white...fur? No, it's hair. Hair covers her face and she tries to shake it away, rolling over with growls and whines, batting it away with...arms. Long, fleshy, human arms. She looks down at herself, realizing those fleshy human arms aren't the only thing she's got. Bare as a naked babe, the Great Goddess has been transformed from a majestic white wolf into a naked, somewhat dusty, human woman.

This is fine.

Shifting her eyes around, because what the heck yo, Ammy slaps her palm over the trunk of the nearest tree and tries to get up. Her knees buckle, the rocks and grit under her soles pinch and poke...and she looks very uncomfortable. How do humans deal with these long, turkey-like legs? They don't bend right, and the wiggly peapods on their feet are so...eugh. shaking, and looking like the most irritated creature on the planet, Ammy slowly pushes herself from the tree and tries to take a step. She looks like a newborn horse, getting used to its limbs, and makes exactly two steps before she doubles over and lands on her forearms. Ouch. Maybe...maybe she ought to just try the old fashioned way - all fours.

...Yeah, wow, nope, nuh-uh. Human spines don't really works like that. Well, no. It...works? But it's slow-going and makes her back ache something fierce. It's also probably the most horrific sight anyone passing by might see...a naked, dirty woman with tangled white hair, scratched up forearms with wild, flame-like red tattoos covering her shoulders, face, and back, lizard crawling toward them and grunting like a demon.]
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ii. EXTEND LEGGY

[Dear gods, thank gods, by the third day, Ammy wakes to see that she's no longer human. Relief sets in before she realizes, as she looks over herself, that she's still not quite back to normal. She's canine again!! Thankfully, but where her back legs should stop, they just...continue. On and on they go, continuing into an almost serpent like body - fuzzy and soft, but with far, far too many legs. She can just barely make out where her rump is, the distant wag of her tail down a good several yards. Why? Why is this her life? I mean...it's better than human human - that shit was TERRIBLE and she has a new respect for each and every humanoid out there - but this is just too much.

Ammy, now reduced into a new form of Enso's famed Centipuppies, creeps her way to her usual places. It's..awkward. Not as awkward as two legs, and she can move surprisingly faster than even a normal pace, but it's still weird to get used to all of her limbs moving in succession. You know what? Maybe she ought to just go to sleep for the whole week and not wake up. Make this bullcrap someone else's problem for once.

...But she does still need to eat. Bah. Oh well, like she said, this new form isn't that bad, it's just different. One might see the form o the white wolf coming from the underbrush to go scavenging on the beach...before the rest of her long, long body comes trailing out like an endless cylinder of fur and legs. It's disconcerting, certainly, but at the least the wolf's personality hasn't seemed to change, unlike some. She's still approachable and friendly.]

A

[If one is anywhere near Islet 3 just off the shore there is a sudden surge of water. A large black scaled dragon foot shoots out of the water and is followed by the rest of the dragon. His wings unfurl like boat sails and flap sending a gust of wind out. He shakes himself and water goes everywhere.

Probably on you if you're anywhere near. If one is observation they'll notice a scar marring the right side of the dragon's face.

Keith puts one foot over the bridge of his snout and his violet eye shifts to regard you.]

Sorry. Didn't think about it. Way too used to not needing to worry who gets soaked.

B

[A large shadow darkens the land. Keith angles himself with a flap and misjudges his flight path. He goes right into the trees. At first, the trees hold his weight. They give way with a snap as branches break and the large black dragon goes through the foliage with a curse. The ground shakes slightly as he hits it with a thump.

He lays there for a moment partly curled out of instincts from childhood that curling up meant less pain. Slowly he stretches himself out and rolls onto his feet. Keith keeps his wings tucked close to his body. Since he woke up as a dragon he has spent a lot of time trying to learn flight and his wings.

Odd that he has the same limits as a jetpack. Keith thrusts his head out from under the trees and sighs.] What isn't weird here?

Nothing. That's what.

C

[The clown box isn't finished with Keith. As he heads for the fight with honeybee sledgehammer braced against his shoulder he looks entirely different. His ears come to fine points, his skin a shade of violet and eyes glowing yellow. His fingers are naturally clawed and his hair takes on a bright violet tinge to it.

Dark purple markings mark the sides of his face, the right side marred by his face scar. He pauses to look at you and his pupils are slitted like a cat's.]

Let's go back over what we were told before we go.

[Zidane has already had his own freakout, having woken up in Penny Polendina's body. However, he had pulled himself together, realising this was probably something funny going on in the island. It would end. Just like the stone fuckups did. So he got out of bed and decided to find out if anything similar happened.

Regardless of what he had found out so far, he heard a scream coming from a cottage when he reached the second islet. And he was not the type to abandon anyone in trouble. And so to be sure, he knocked on the door.]

Hey! Are you all right in there?

Edited 2019-06-16 19:56 (UTC)

(He won't get a response so much as a bunch of garbled, mushy sounds.

Legion's body had a speaker. They've never had to control breath or tongue, and as a result their mouth just kind of flops around awkwardly. Until they bite their tongue, that is. Then they'll scream for real.)

A (closed to Ginko)

[Héctor wakes up in an actual hammock, for a change. Usually he flops down on the great big fuzzy cat buddy, who's become far too big to fit in his hammock with him. Well, it's not strange enough to pay it any mind by itself, but... there's something on his back, like a very heavy blanket. That is odd. It's also strangely hard to roll over. He pushes himself up instead, and so he notices his much thicker arms are now... red and furry. And his hands are clawed. Aaand he's flailing out of the hammock, immediately in panic mode.]

Gah! No! What the--what in the name of god is going on?!

[There he goes, shouting so loudly he's already hurting his brand new, horribly sensitive ears. He's off to a great start.]

B

[Plenty of restless energy, real muscles, not much to do other than wait this mess out... so he's chosen to make his way over to the farming islet. By foot (hoof?), not by air. It would be pretty damn rude to trash someone else's body up and he doesn't have the least idea how bats do it. The farm islet is almost as safe as sitting still, really, and it was not helping his temper. Being useful does, somewhat. He has plenty of baskets and there's a lot of food he can bring back! Hooray for muscles!]

C

[Just a text, once he's retrieved his own iStone and it's under his name, not Ed's. Be glad he only abuses exclamation marks and not capslock.]

this is why you don't steal from gods!!!! 😳😡

Garren was normally the first one to wake up between him and his Slammer. Tachibana's habit of burying himself in a project until he passed out did help his insomnia a little bit, but did make for difficult mornings.

This morning, however, would be difficult for a different reason.

The small pog had woken up in his usual way, snuggled up in the makeshift bed that would have been where Sayoko slept, if she were still around. He could still feel his bond with his Slammer, but it was a bit faded, as if Tachibana were halfway across the islands. This wasn't unusual in and of itself, as midnight walks sometimes lasted well past dawn when Tachibana was especially under heavy worries.

The trouble was... he could see Tachibana. Asleep. On the bed next to him.

Garren shot up to his feet, hands going to his mask in alarm as he stared at the sleeping figure. How...?!

i. [awakening, islet 1] it's just another chain reaction / when you make the big mistake

[One morning, all of a sudden, she doesn't exactly come to consciousness.

Beau's native world doesn't have electricity, or AIs, or anything more technologically advanced than a flintlock pistol- it makes it hard to describe the sudden on from off, like a switch flicking. If she had to find the words for it, it's like the crack of a punch, the snap moment from nothing to pain. But this doesn't hurt. It actually feels... mostly like nothing.

She sits up from her bed in a start, met not with the rustle of fabric of the feeling of her own skin but through a slightly metallic grind, a scrape of plastic on plastic that makes her instinctively look at her hands. Except they're not her hands, they're hands from a blue mechanized suit she doesn't understand. She's even-- stuck in it, it feels like? Can she--

No. It feels like her. The whole thing feels like her.]

What the fuck.

[She says it to no one in particular, but even her voice sounds filtered, and that's enough to cause her to go leaping out of bed and out onto islet 1, out of the new cottage half the Nein have moved into and over to the water so she can look at herself... or well, not herself.

This time, she speaks much louder.]

WHAT THE FUCK!

ii. [later] i can take a beating like a good pair of headphones

[Alright, so there are perks to this. She doesn't feel hunger, or fatigue- there's no need to pause to eat and no sweat on her brow. Even if this body isn't hers and the muscles don't have the exact memory of her arms and legs, she still has a certain amount of movement and finesse so she's not without a way to defend herself. It's still weird, though. Still damn weird, frankly.

But as far as she figures, this is an opportunity to do something she doesn't usually get to do. It's like a polymorph- possibly inconvenient, but temporary. Time to take this body for a spin. Which is why she's running around Enso, finding the tallest thing she can climb, and then jumping off it to roll to the floor in a mess of scraping plastic and metal. She gets up just fine though, her voice in a laugh coming through filtered with a speaker loud and clear.]

Okay, okay, I can admit-- that's fucking great.

[Beau pulls herself to her feet, a little muttering under her breath to herself, though anyone nearby who saw-- or heard-- that stunt can probably hear it as they approach.]

None of it looks broken. It's probably fine.

iii. [wildcard] and you laugh till you're out, out of breath, cpr, mouth to mouth

[If you want any other prompts or plotting with Beau, hit me up via PM or at

cancerously and we'll make something happen!]

Edited 2019-06-17 03:47 (UTC)

i. [beginning; enso] oh, in another place, in another time / what could we have been?

[He almost doesn't notice at first. It's not every day he has to use his magic here, and since Io has been so calm, he's hardly needed any of his resources. But he notices a few hours after awakening, when he tries to idly call his book to him to note something down, and it just doesn't happen.

Kravitz flexes his hands, opening them in a practiced and smooth motion, but nothing happens. His brow furrows, trying it again a few more times, before simply looking around and staring very intently at a rock on the ground.

Nothing happens, again, and he looks progressively more worried. Was his connection to the Raven Queen finally cut? Is he far enough that he cannot find her in the extension of his will, if he concentrates, concentrates--

But he does feel something. It's like the sense he gets when undead are nearby, and he may be unarmed by he has a duty, even if it might be more spurred more by anxiety than much else. So he follows it quickly, winding around until he finds... whoever you are. It leaves him to squint, just looking more confused.]

W... What are you doing?

[That wasn't very eloquent.]

ii. [later; library] don't paint wonderful lies on me that wash away

[Once he's gotten the hang of everything, it isn't much better. Kravitz has spent so long in control of his own abilities, suddenly having his senses replaced- and with emotions of all things when he's around people that don't usually make him exhausted- is putting him off pace. Part of him is just angry at himself for getting complacent, thinking he should have really known that any new island couldn't be as peaceful as it seems. Part of him is just tired of the same things happening over and over again that he can't control.

Mostly though, he just has a headache. He knows how to manage thoughts in his head or projecting them to others, but as it turns out feeling things is much more mentally taxing, and he cares too much about the people he lives with to keep sitting there. So he slides into the library just to find somewhere quiet, though he'll absolutely know if someone's approaching like this. Kravitz can be found sitting near the back in an empty chair, a book in his hand he isn't precisely reading even if he's making an attempt-- one he abandons when someone walks in, and his eyes shift from down to up.]

I hate to say this, but please... endeavor to be calm here, alright? This is supposed to be a quiet place.

[Not as if that's any explanation, but he feels it's probably the easiest way to make things less awkward.]

iii. [wildcard] in another time / and in another place

[For these prompts, Kravitz has swapped with Ren and has possession of her power of empathy- he'll feel strong emotions from people he knows, so keep that in mind for responses here! If you want any other prompts or plotting with Kravitz, hit me up via PM or at

cancerously and we'll make something happen.]

Edited 2019-06-17 04:29 (UTC)

i. 6/17 - 6/19 ; i've been broken i've been shamed

[Something is horribly, unavoidably, embarrassingly wrong.]

[Try looking for one Agent Washington, if you want. Go ahead. Try it. All you'll find are the tumbled shells of his armor, seemingly cast-off, and no sign whatsoever of the man they belong to. Because the man currently isn't a man at all. Not in the strictest sense.]

[Right now, he looks a little different. Picture the meanest, most grizzled, most battle-scarred, wind-beaten tabby tomcat you can imagine, and give him yellow eyes lidded into what appears to be a perpetual scowl, ears shredded with countless v-shapes nicked into the skin, and you might have a pretty good visual on Agent Washington's current state.]

[Moving around on all fours is a humiliating enough experience without the addition of realizing he can no longer speak. At least, not English. Anyone who can interpret a cat's meows might be able to communicate, but for now? You're going to have to contend with the fact that there's an unfamiliar stray tabby slinking around on the islands - darting underfoot, trying not to think too hard about how he's walking, and just generally getting in the way.]

[Or meowing loudly to try and get your attention.]

ii. 6/20 - 6/21 ; we make believe that we fire our guns but we feel the rush of blood
[It's hard to say what's worse: being stuck as a cat, or being stuck as this.]

[He gets back to his body. Seemingly. He gets to be person-shaped, at any rate, for about ten whole minutes until the armored body he's returned to lurches forward and locks in place, seemingly imobile.]

[Then Wash materializes - a shimmering, six-inch tall holo-avatar hovering mere inches away from his body's visor, not unlike certain ones he's known. He stares at pixelated hands, shod in silver-gray armor, eerily similar to Epsilon in coloration, and then up at the gold band of his helmet.]

Oh, no.

[ Castor is quick, but the Clown Box has the advantage of being able to split itself up! It scatters around her, filling the air with an obnoxious humming noise. As the pieces flit past, Castor will find her vision suddenly changing to black and white, just by being close to it.

It retreats somewhat, riled up by the intrusion. It lets out a spray of colourful paintballs. Think fast! ]

[So Tim woke up with his hands on fire.]

[Blue fire, namely, which was his first sign that things aren't normal. That wasn't a happy way to wake up, and his first order of business had been to get as far away from the house, which is made of very flammable wood, as possible. His next order of business was to ensure he wasn't anywhere near Denny, which is also flammable.]

[So right now, Tim is just outside the Temple on Io, focusing very hard on keeping the bluish fire from ripping out of him. For a minute, he was able to breathe it down into little more than a guttering at his fingertips. If he concentrates, he can almost make it die down completely.]

[Just don't startle him, or it'll flare back to life again.]

[And then there's no telling what it'll end up burning.]

[ Mira, on the other hand, looks completely unrecognizable. She's come to terms with it. It's weird, but worse things have happened... even though whoever's body she's in is so much more different than her own. She doesn't like it, but the most she can do is just wait for this to fix itself.

She really misses her own body.

She's not the only one who's dealing with changes... but she doesn't particularly like that more people are affected. For all the weirdness that comes with this body, she thinks there are others who must have it worse. In other words, she hopes it goes back to normal soon.

And it's because she's so deep in thought that she runs smack dab into someone. ]

Oh-- sorry.

Edited (when u upload a specific icon, then u don't use it) 2019-06-17 06:03 (UTC)

[ She isn't panicking, either. But it sure is weird. Actually, she isn't even sure whose body this is, and she hasn't found anyone who might have hers. It's generally just.

Weird.

Though it has to be weirder for Genji, who's suddenly come face-to-face with... himself. He can't see it, but she sure looks concerned; there's something just generally off about the woman, who she's met only a couple times. ]

Are you okay?

[ It's like watching an episode of The Twilight Zone when she sees herself stumble and fall. Even weirder when she's the one being fallen onto. It's not too hard to reach out and steady them, at the very least. ]

Um--

[ What do you even say to your own body? ]

A.)

[There is a certain routine at the cottage in the mornings. Generally, Ignis wakes up, goes outside to greet the day with Leo and then heads back inside to spend some time with Ardyn. This morning should be no different except, when stretching, Ignis hears what sounds like claws ripping cloth. He turns his head to scold Leo--because who else could it be even though the tigerlily is trained far too well for such things--but freezes when he opens his eyes and realizes he can see. Not only that, he can see that it's his paws that are tearing into the bed's pillow.

The sound that comes from the bedroom next is loud enough that people passing outside of the cottage can hear it, never mind those inside of it. It's the strangest mix of growl, roar, and disturbed whine that anyone can imagine followed by a loud thump as Ignis tries to bolt off the bed and only succeeds in most ungracefully rolling himself out of it instead, because how does one make all these legs work together????

Should someone come to check out the noise, they will find an unfamiliar tigerlily crouched on the floor with his paws over his head almost as if he is trying to hide.

Oh, this isn't happening. This so isn't happening!]

B.)

[It takes a day or so for Ignis to get the hang of all his new limbs, but once he does, it heads out cautiously from the cottage to see what, if anything, he can do to fix this mess in his current form. Thank whatever deities are listening that the mana pool still works for him like this, even though talking is a lost cause. He's worked out a few signals with Ardyn, but how well they will work with others is yet to be seen. At the very least, he hopes the skull necklace around his furry neck and the bracelet on his front leg will help give away he's not just another resident tigerlily. If he's lucky, people may even recognize the pale markings in the petals and fur around his eyes as near copies of the scars that are usually on his face.

Of course, others can only recognize them if Ignis lets them see him and increasingly, he's been feeling the urge to Stalk. And. Pounce. No matter how many times he tells himself that a surprise 'hug' from a friendly tigerlily is a horrible idea for 99.5% of those in the island, he just can't drive the urge away for long.

This is going to end badly. So badly, and then he is going to end that Clown Box just as badly.]

C.)

[Ignis had hoped that he would be back to his normal form by this point, but he is making do with what he has, and what he has is a Honeycomb Sledgehammer held tightly in his mouth. He'd almost defaulted to his usual flaming daggers before realizing that would be a very bad idea considering his current form. Sledgehammer it is, even if he's not quite sure how well it will work when held in his mouth. If nothing else, he can always drop it and rely on the teeth and claws he's been given in this form.

Don't mind the tigerlily heading in the direction of the battle with the singular focus of a man who is about to give a Clown Box a very bad day. He knows what he's doing.

Probably.]

1. Michelle, turn on your location. We just want to talk.
[Allura has been a very good princess. She has not taken anything she hasn't earned. Tempting as a few things might have been. She hasn't even run into the Box save for spying him around a tree trunk every once in a while and raising an eyebrow (while trying not to shriek as it disappeared and reappeared closer). Thus waking up like this is a... well.

One hell of a quiznacking shock might be a tick of an understatement.

It's just a normal, early morning of wanting to sleep in but the sun is peeking through and there's a familiar whine of her tigerlily friend Juni as they nudge at her with her nose. Though this particular whine has a note of distress that registers through the sleepy haze. Then she wakes, and- why is it cold in here why is she hungry oh ancients why is everything so fucking TALL.

Allura raises an arm to rub at her eyes to reveal that it's now a wing. A vine-covered wing covered with a wide variety of blooms. Most of them a shade of pink or white. She blinks, and suddenly she gets picked up by the tail "feathers" by Juni. A hoot of protest escapes before she 's tossed onto the tigerlily's back and is, quite suddenly, finding a need to hold onto the vines on her back with her toes.

What is going on anymore. She doesn't even, but mmm, sun... Don't mind her basking in it and offering a thankful chirp. Juni's likely to carry her all around the islands looking for someone to help. Her strange alien friend is an arboreali and she doesn't like it.]

2. I believe I can flyyyy...
[Flight's been something Allura has missed deeply. The jetpack on her armor only lasts so long and it's been even longer than she cares to admit to feeling the breeze on her face. Considering most of the time it has been deep space flights, there isn't any wind to be had nor would it have been a good idea to go without a helmet. Here? Yesss please, more sun and more wind.

You know? This might not actually be so bad. Is a brief thought Allura has before, quite suddenly, her wings begin to ache and she realizes her error. So she lets the leftover lift of the air and momentum carry her gently lower as she aims to land on a low-lying branch.

Aims to. She might just accidentally get too tired and flop right into someone. If so she hoots apologetically. With a side of Regrets.]

3. Enter: Adult Purple Woman
[Okay she was starting to get used to the whole flight and floral wings thing. Then she wakes up a few mornings after, and-

That certainly is a wet nose against the small of her back- wait, she has one of those again? Oh, thank the Ancients! Is she back to normal? That's when Juni whines a similar note of distress she did back when she became an arboreali and Allura gives pause. "Mm? What is it Juni?" is muttered and goodness, her throat feels scratchy. Allura rolls onto her back and sits up. Juni whines again, and Allura blearly glances at her, noting 'huh. it's a tick brighter than usual,' before she reaches up to brush hair out of her face.

Purple hair. With a very lavender, very clawed hand.

Understandably, she freezes. She stares at it for a moment with wide, slightly glowing eyes as she tries to change to her usual shape and nothing happens. She can't change. She can't do anything but stare at her flexing fingers for a brief moment before shrieking.] whAT THE FUCK?!

[Somewhere else on the islands, a certain someone is likely (not) having regrets for teaching her Earthling swears. For those on Islet 3, she... may have just woken people up. Oops.]

4. Island's haunted *shifts bayard to lance*
[Okay. Okay. She handled shapeshifting into a similar form briefly for an infiltration mission ages ago. She can handle this. Granted, the last time was of her volition. Not against her will.

The fortunate thing, nearly all her clothing still fits. And when in doubt, her Paladin armor will at least change to fit her current form. She breathes out one more time, and walks out of the cover of the trees. She may even hang out near the manapools and look at her own reflection in it as though it were foreign. To be fair, it is. The only thing that remains the same is the slight pink slits of her pupils and the angle of her jaw. The rest is, quite literally, Galran -- even the ears. Only the blue bayard at her hip, the green bracer, and recently regained tiara might be familiar to those who know her, but Ancients...

This is a Mess. And one she is wanting to remedy soon. Mostly because she doesn't like her body changing when it isn't her own natural biology. Don't mind the tall, purple alien with a blue spear stalking the forests for a certain box. If she sees someone, she'll shift to an at ease position and wave.]

It has affected you as well? How are you holding up?

[It's these islands. Likely a stupid question, but meant to state that one isn't alone in in this chaos. ...At least she still sounds like herself.]

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[ She's, luckily, back in her own body... just, a little older. It's strange to be back in a body older than she remembers, but at least it's hers. She's accepted that people probably don't look the way they're supposed to, but--

That's weird. Super weird. There's a cat with a weapon in its mouth, and Mira easily keeps pace with the tigerlily. ]

... Do you need help?

[ Luckily, Shiro is already awake! He's been able to sleep in later than usual for a while now, but old habits really do die hard. Simply put, he's out of bed when he hears Allura's cry. Only a few moments later, he knocks at her door with a little more force than necessary. ]

Allura! Are you alright?!

[As soon as Ren appears on the roof of the cottage, one of the two tigerlilies napping out in the sun raises his head and looks at her. Once she settles from her most recent relocation, and the tigerlily has had time to trot closer, she may notice a few things that make this tigerlily stand out from the others on the island. For one, he's wearing a necklace with a skull pendent on it around his furry neck, and for two, he's also got a bracelet with a bright jewel on his foreleg. The pale patterning in the fur and petals around his eyes might also look familiar.

Frustratingly enough, Ignis has no way to ask her if she is okay while he's in this form. All he can do is tilt his head up and mew inquisitively.

Please don't fall, Ren. He has no arms to catch you with right now.]

Keith! Are you okay?

[ He'd gone down pretty hard, after all, and Shiro's there to rush to his side. It's... weird. Super super weird. But, at the very least, he doesn't blame Keith for nearly squashing him. Kosmo had been there to get him out of the way. Still, he does miss being able to do regular human things with Keith. Like hold him. Or even just sleep next to him. ]

I really wish there was a way to reverse things.

[ Boy is he in for it when he wakes up as a dragon, too, soon enough... ]

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