[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?

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[not_the_last]

The reply text is quick, just I'll be there shortly, and within about ten minutes Cassandra is tapping at the door to Erin's cabin.

one of us is going to have to change

[goodweather]

Halfway across the ship, Phil thinks the worst, though he can hardly be blamed. A scream like that cuts through two decks for an owl. In a moment he's on his feet; he hikes Bad Penny onto his hip and sprints.

The direction of the sound brings him into Sundries, and he crashes in, a hand on the hilt until he sees that the issue is not that she's getting stabbed to death or something, despite all the blood. No. It's a very, very violent way to say that he's not alone in being winged the way he is anymore.

"Oh, fuck, Erin," he says sharply. Those are fresh. Tender, probably. A gift as unwanted as his. He shouldn't touch those, but he's going to look, see if there's anything still actively torn and bleeding. "Shit. I--there's probably opioids in the infirmary. Are there still open wounds?"

3.

[decrypter]

She's brought a cup of fruit to Erin, a halfway point between trying to get the older woman to mind her own health and her sweet tooth. Even if one probably won't die from ill diet on an eternity cruise, some dignity needs to be maintained, and a fruit won't kill her.

"I've brought a double offering of food and a bit of news you might be interested in."

The more they hang out, the more a slight bit of dramatics creeps into her style of speech.

4

[businessorlibation]

"I've been looking for..." A pause, as Johnny realizes what she's doing and decides the questions on his mind can wait. There are more important things to say. "The rug in that entry hall is hideous."

3

[midnightroads]

"An Morrigu's tits..." Bash is passing through the lounge. Looks about like himself, though he's wearing a pair of black leather bracers that register to Erin's sight separately from Bash himself. They have a black feathery wing-like design on them.

And Erin has black feathery wings, and really, he can't help but wonder if the Morrigan's somehow gotten a corner of influence in this realm. It would be like her.

4

[littlefairytale]

Ruby actually catches sight of the castle before she sets her eyes on Erin herself, which is how this rapid course shift mid-sentence occurs as she walks in:

"Hey sis what've you got the castle out here foooooh my Gods when did those happen—?"

She doesn't see her for a little bit and she gets? Wings? She's caught off guard enough she stops dead still and just... gestures animatedly like the anime child she is.

3 - lounge

[millay]

It's been one of those months, really...but Maeve notices Erin from across the room and steps inside, waiting for a moment while trying to decide if she's interrupting before inevitably saying, "I hope I'm not interrupting anything?" She frames it like a question simply so it sounds like she's asking permission to walk a little further inside. If she is interrupting then she'll simply excuse herself.