[Open + Closed] If I Had A Nickel For Every Time My Soul Got Transformed...

[crushed_pearls]

Who: Erin Peters and YOU, but also Phil and Cassandra de Rolo
When: January 21st Onward
Where: Locations
Summary: Fallout of some regains, trying to bounce back still, So Many Animal People On This Ship
Warnings: Lost bullshit, Erin's eyes in a jar, violent transformation. For reference all prompts after 1 feature the post-transformation Erin.


1. Well One Of Us Is Going To Have To Change (Closed To Phil; Sundries)

Avoiding asking Friday why she gets so much fucking mail is getting increasingly difficult for Erin. The curled-up scrap of the Contract with Stone is unexpected but very welcome; at last, she can haul her own sunfish, or at least not spend power like water to do so. The jar with her FUCKING EYES IN IT is disgusting but Erin had given them to Colors for Hedgespinning; maybe she could do the same? Or, preferably, Ossie or Giles or Okie might do the same, as Erin doesn't want these curst fucking things anywhere near her...

The grooming kit arrests her attention, though. Erin knows these tools. She used them often, once Gabby had warmed up to her. They're even etched with a little 'GG' encircled by feathers and thorns. God, it's been so long; Gabby was decades ago, and yet, and yet -

Searing pain, down Erin's shoulders. She lurches, dropping the grooming kit back into its package, crying out in shock. That sound rapidly becomes a scream of absolute fucking agony as raven's wings tear their way out of the meat of her shoulders and shred the back of her dress and coat into tatters. Feathers lace their way into Erin's tempestuous hair, joining the storm, and little scales - like a bird's - grow into place around her wrists and ankles.

"Mother fucker," Erin half-yells, half-sobs. And then, in a louder voice, a call for help: "PHIL!"

There's blood everywhere now. It's gonna be a whole fucking event, isn't it?

2. The Retired Villain's Club (Closed to Cassandra; Cabin 134 & the Hoard)

Love can you come to my cabin at your convenience? I have something I want to show you and talk about. Difficult conversation probably. There is no rush whatsoever.

3. Acceptable Levels of Hypocrisy (Around)

Sometimes you need to resort to weird measures to get around your problems. The issue: Erin has not been eating properly and she knows it. The solution: Erin is now eating in the weirdest goddamn places. Catch her with cups (not bowls) of various foods while perched on the statue in The Promenade, nibbling her way through an improbable amount of carbs while whittling in the Lounge, carefully eating garlic bread with a fork in The Library, or even indulging her endless need for sugar in the shallow reaches of The Infinite Tommy Bahama. Can't be on people for self-care if she's not caring for herself, damnit.

4. A Castle Made Of Clouds (Tauva)

Every few days you might catch Erin at Tauva with her doll's castle, now fully-manned by wooden figurines with operational siege weapons (powered by rubber bands), poking and prodding at it with her stylus and sometimes jotting down notes in braille. If she has reason to suspect you're into building, y'know, buildings, or have experience with interior design, you might have received a text requesting a consultation on a project; if not, well, she's got a doll castle in the smoking lounge, fuck's up with that?

Comments

[konpeito_aji]

"If I had to guess, Erin either sent off a giant distress flare to literally everyone on board, or was trying to do the opposite." Nobunaga rolls his neck, trying to get his senses back to normal. "Fucking magic. What the fuck could go wrong? Oh, how about unimaginable horrors, because this shit doesn't align neatly, might as well play Jenga with smooth pearls. Want me to call Yato? I don't even know Erin's room number to text her. I guess I could call Valdis."

[busball]

Klaus lightly pokes at Nobunaga for a moment. “It’s definitely weird, but I’m sure it’s fine. Also I wish I could ping people with magic if I was in danger. That seems pretty cool.” And annoying, but that’s just the lingering headache talking.

“I can probably text if you’re worried.” A light nose boop. “Don’t be so salty about the magic stuff. It’s okay.”

[konpeito_aji]

"Okay, okay." Nobunaga never knew how impossible it was to stay angry while getting his nose booped! Learn something new every day! "Okay, yeah, text." He's also incredibly relieved that Klaus knows him inside out to know when Nobunaga is secretly worried and just fronting that he doesn't care about others. "You can ask her too how to do it. Maybe it's something you can replicate."

[busball]

Klaus is glad it worked. “Okay. I’ll send a message.” It’s just a quick, u good bruh? There’s a shrug. “If she’s not good, I’ll just go see what’s up. If someone else isn’t. I’ll worry about the possible more pointed magic thing later.”

It’s not much longer before the return text comes back. “Helena was trying something and got electrocuted. Also Erin sounds like a old person trying to sound like a cool youth. She said matron fornicator. Instead of motherfucker.”

[konpeito_aji]

"Possibly in case she had to send it to teens who would take longer to figure out. Or old habit as a way of bypassing societal or religious censors. Is someone taking Helena to Tendi?"

Who did he know that could do lightning? No no, when it comes to magic, he's useless. Anything is possible.

He doesn't bother adding the pretense that he doesn't care, it's just curiosity. Klaus already knows the truth and there's no point in pretending otherwise.

[busball]

"I think so." Klaus frowns. "It seems that way, yeah. Or at least to someone. I don't know if strictly to Tendi." There's also Watson. But it's hard to say who is at the place. But no. Klaus doesn't know who can electrocute people either.

They reach over for Nobunaga's hand, lightly squeezing it. "We'll go get cupcakes to drop off for her later, okay?"

[konpeito_aji]

"Okay~!" A giant beam. But just in case you thought he was being too cute and sappy: "Ah, and they're both blind, so the colors won't matter."

[busball]

"Well, now I'm going to get them in colors you can't see." They stick their tongue out.

[konpeito_aji]

"A kaleidoscope, and it still won't make a difference," he sticks out his tongue too! "Unless they taste different."

[busball]

Klaus laughs softly. "Depends on the color. Sometimes blue just tastes blue, you know? Or maybe it's just the blue raspberry things??? I don't know."

[konpeito_aji]

"I don't know what that is," a shrug. "Would they?"

[busball]

"You've never had blue raspberry stuff?" This is a distraction.

[konpeito_aji]

"I might have," a shrug! "I wouldn't know unless I was paying attention to the labels. Do you know which things are usually that flavor?"

[busball]

"You know what? We're going to do that later. For now, let's go find cupcakes to bring."

[konpeito_aji]

"Yes! Let's race." Because there is no opportunity that can't be turned into a competition.