001 ♓ Phone/Action

[cullionfish]

[Action; 724 Anderson Lane]

[Goodbye drone wife, hello tall and muscular woman with huge long and black hair. The form of hello will be her searching the house for the nearest living creature to interrogate, because the Empress is Not Amused by the fact that she is now fleshy, pink, and hornless

Comments

1/I HAVE NO IDEA - phone

[dreambubbly]

...oh shit.

2/prepare for an inbox flood

[dreambubbly]

[...no, really. shit. This was bad.

3/a lot seriously

[dreambubbly]

[This was really, really bad.]

4/???

[dreambubbly]

[And part of her thinks it's that coddamned Scratch's fault. But it can't be. He doesn't have that kind of power.]

1/2 I cans spam too?

[l3g1sl4t1ng]

[Oh god da-She knows that voice.]

2/2 Not really.

[l3g1sl4t1ng]

Ah...is that you my Condesce? [Play friendly. Be the good, blind legislacerator!]

all is forgiven

[cullionfish]

[Does she know this voice? She thinks she does. Ah--the little protege, yes. Cut down so young in her life. Deserved, for being so easily outwitted.

But no less an interesting state of affairs.]

Quite.

[l3g1sl4t1ng]

Have you been informed of the new surroundings and the causes for it?

I have arrived human days before you and the units in my hive were nice to inform me of what is happening. I am sure that if you are not informed, that I will gladly fill my Empress in with whatever news she wish to know about.

action

[cullionfish]

[She watches his hand move and immediately seeks to pin his wrist to the counter so he can't pick it up, also pressing the hand at his neck to a fist at his throat.]

Bark a command at me again grubling, and it will be the last thing you ever do.

[cullionfish]

[Condesce holds firm, forced to side-step to keep her balance when he kicks out, but her hand follows his to keep it from locking around her throat. Its extremely awkward, moving around in this body and its almost more difficult to keep balance on such a light frame when she's used to something so much heavier.

She tries to slam him against the wall again to disorient him, snarling back firmly.]

Answer me!

[suckers]

Welcome to Mayfield.

There, that's a three second explanation.

[cullionfish]

[Good job, Doctor. She answers smoothly:]

Well done.

Once more, with substance. I'll extend the time period for your trouble.

[suckers]

How very kind of you, Imperious Condescension.

Mayfield is a town displaced in paradox space, which holds captive numerous different beings from various galaxies. You, along with everyone else here, are trapped until further notice. You'll also find yourself distinctly pink-colored, as you have been turned into a form of life called "human".

[cullionfish]

Its an endeavor of mine.

[Read: Nope. However, she does take all of this in stride, as made evident by the unchanging tone in her voice. After all, two trolls have already greeted her -- who's to say this isn't another?

It would explain why he seems to know her.]

A decidedly weaker organism than that which I'm accustomed to. [Its an insult to nobody in the particular vicinity.] Surely there is more to it than that.

[Phone]

[guitarslaying]

Gonna be honest.

Pretty sure I'd make a pretty lousy filet.

[Phone]

[cullionfish]

[WHO ARE ALL OF THESE PEOPLE...]

No? Well, I'm flexible.

[Phone]

[guitarslaying]

So, you know, if I could make a suggestion?

If you do go ahead with the filet idea? Put some Tabasco sauce on me.

You know. Kick it up a notch.

[Phone]

[cullionfish]

I don't partake in the consumption of junk food, I'm afraid.