Circe's Manor

[CalypsoNymph]

Danny blinks slightly. "...Really? Well, in that case, I don't see why not... it sounds fine to me. Where do I sign?"

[AmbushCat]

Right, of course...

Ellen: ...Thank you. *mutters* ...I hate tattoos, I hate them, hate them, hate them...

[Circe]

Danny blinks slightly. "...Really? Well, in that case, I don't see why not... it sounds fine to me. Where do I sign?"

Oh, there's no signing. Just talk to Miss Circe... *And so the maid leads Danny to a blue door.* You'll probably wanna knock first...

Ellen: ...Thank you. *mutters* ...I hate tattoos, I hate them, hate them, hate them...

Heh...

[Jello Shot Mischa]

Well, I suppose you could stay here a little longer, if you like...

Mischa smiles. "Thank you, Miss Circe!"

Right, of course...

Ellen: ...Thank you. *mutters* ...I hate tattoos, I hate them, hate them, hate them...

The maid winces sympathetically!

[CalypsoNymph]

Danny blinks... and shrugs. He starts knocking on the door, politely, if firmly.

[Circe]

Mischa smiles. "Thank you, Miss Circe!"

You're welcome, Mischa.

Danny blinks... and shrugs. He starts knocking on the door, politely, if firmly.

*A voice, Circe's, calls out from behind the door.* Who is it? *The maid seems to have walked off, leaving Danny to answer...*

[CalypsoNymph]

"Ah, I'm Danny Nymph, and I was hopeing for a job..." Danny calls through the door. "May I enter?"

[Circe]

...Sure, why not? *Inside the pool room, Circe looks to Mischa and Ellen as she invites Danny in.*

[CalypsoNymph]

Danny cautiously enters, his eyes looking again for any valuable and easily missed small baubles. "Ah... your maid said that you wouldn't have a position for anything other then a maid... but I'm a bit too male for that position, methinks. She did say you were, um, open, however, so..." He trails off, a bit ackwardly. "I'd work hard for whatever it is you'd be willing to hire me for, and I'm not afraid to get my hands dirty."

[Circe]

*Danny still doesn't see anything he could easily steal within the room. What he does see, though, are two young women (Circe and Ellen) floating in a swimming pool, with a green-haired maid (Mischa) sitting next to it. The blonde woman, Circe, nods as Danny introduces himself.* Yes, yes... Well, that maid would have been right about your gender not being an issue. Can you tell me anything more about yourself?

[CalypsoNymph]

Danny nods, and turns to Circe, having identified his potential employer. "There isn't much to say, unfortunatly. After some... I think temporal... stuff... I lost most of memories. I'm slightly unhinged from time, apparently. But I tend to work hard when I need to and do what needs to be done without complaint. I don't have any particular problem with work of a... seedier nature, if the risk/reward ratio is good enough, and I think I've done pretty much everything at one point or another... though I can't recall when. Any questions?"

[Circe]

No, that'll be fine for now... *Remembering she can't cast vocal spells with Ellen around, Circe climbs out of the pool and puts one hand on Danny's shoulder.*

[CalypsoNymph]

Danny blinks. He doesn't resist, but is rather surprised at the sudden physical contact.

[Circe]

*Circe closes her eyes and begins to concentrate, pouring magical energy into his body. Soon, his body seems to start shrinking, taking on more feminine proportions...*

[AmbushCat]

The maid winces sympathetically!

Ellen: *notices this, sighing quietly* ...Long story short, I started studying magic with someone outside the 'Villes, and my teacher gave me a tattoo that was supposed to make me capable of using said magic. I didn't know what it was supposed to do until today.

...Sure, why not? *Inside the pool room, Circe looks to Mischa and Ellen as she invites Danny in.*

*Ellen pays them no mind.*

*Circe closes her eyes and begins to concentrate, pouring magical energy into his body. Soon, his body seems to start shrinking, taking on more feminine proportions...*

*Out the corners of her eyes, Ellen takes note of this. She murmurs something or other about Mrs. Doubtfire, but says nothing further.*