Circe's Eatery

[Jello Shot Mischa]

*laughs quietly (and a tad nervously)* We probably haven't... at least you haven't; I went to a Muffinville of sorts in my youth, and yours is a familiar face. *offers her hand* Call me Risk, board game specialist.

"Oh, I see..." He shakes her hand, smiling. "Nice to meet you! So... a board game specialist? Not one of those card game duellists, then?"

*The ninja (Elise, by her name tag) nods in response. The menu, meanwhile, seems quite expansive - it'd probably be easier to list the things that aren't on it.*

Mischa pauses to look through the menu! Wow, so many tasty items... his stomach growls involuntarily. He should probably pick a drink to order, at least.

Glancing at Risk, he considers. Lemeade, or something with cocomelon? Hmm... "Do you have anything with cocomelon to drink?" he asks the waitress.

[Circe]

The sight of the cat turning into a young woman only a little older than himself wasn't something Elliot saw every day, and he ended up staring, his mouth hanging open slightly as Circe's spell took hold. "This... this still isn't right... ", he groaned, his jeans slipping down from around his waist to pool about his ankles, although the white hooded top was reaching down to his knees, the sleeves going way below his hands. He looked back to Circe, the fact she was looking so large only adding to her authority as she glared.

He let out a very distressed cry as he felt a tingle between his legs, but the sleeves of the large hoodie just flopped around as his hands instinctively went to protect what was no longer there, and her cheeks suddenly went rather pink as she glanced back and forth between the two of them, "I'm a councillor!", she continued to protest.

*Elliot's clothes are indeed the last thing to change, as the narrator previously implied - her pants slink back up her legs, shrinking and shifting into a short blue skirt with white trim. The hoodie likewise shrinks, becoming a matching sleeveless top with pink text on the chest reading "CHEER!". A pair of pink ribbons appear in her hair to tie it into a pair of pigtails, and whatever material that was left out of her new clothes reforms into a pair of yellow pom poms. The end result - a pretty dang young cheerleader. Circe ends her chant.* There. Done.

Mischa pauses to look through the menu! Wow, so many tasty items... his stomach growls involuntarily. He should probably pick a drink to order, at least.

Glancing at Risk, he considers. Lemeade, or something with cocomelon? Hmm... "Do you have anything with cocomelon to drink?" he asks the waitress.

*The waitress nods before answering.* We do not have any designated cocomelon drinks, but we can arrange to have the juice mixed into whatever you would like to order.

[AmbushCat]

"Oh, I see..." He shakes her hand, smiling. "Nice to meet you! So... a board game specialist? Not one of those card game duellists, then?"

((OOC: Heh. I've been making heavy use of a Yu-Gi-Oh card generator in recent months. That thing is fun. ))

Oh, I can play those too. It's just that playing Scrabble, Aggravation and the like has always appealed to me.

*Risk drinks some more of the limeade, pausing again at the 3/4ths mark.*

*Elliot's clothes are indeed the last thing to change, as the narrator previously implied - her pants slink back up her legs, shrinking and shifting into a short blue skirt with white trim. The hoodie likewise shrinks, becoming a matching sleeveless top with pink text on the chest reading "CHEER!". A pair of pink ribbons appear in her hair to tie it into a pair of pigtails, and whatever material that was left out of her new clothes reforms into a pair of yellow pom poms. The end result - a pretty dang young cheerleader. Circe ends her chant.* There. Done.

Aw... and winter's due to start soon, too.

*Amber is quiet for a few moments, then lets loose with a classic Joker laugh.*

[Jello Shot Mischa]

*The waitress nods before answering.* We do not have any designated cocomelon drinks, but we can arrange to have the juice mixed into whatever you would like to order.

Mischa blinks. Hmmm, what would cocomelon go with! "Umm... could I have it mixed with lemonade?" he asks tentatively.

[Circe]

Oh, I can play those too. It's just that playing Scrabble, Aggravation and the like has always appealed to me.

*Risk drinks some more of the limeade, pausing again at the 3/4ths mark.*

*Risk's dress grows some white fur-like trim, and the beginnings of what will probably be a hat form on her head.*

Aw... and winter's due to start soon, too.

*Amber is quiet for a few moments, then lets loose with a classic Joker laugh.*

... *Circe waits for Amber to stop cackling before speaking.* To be honest, I mostly did that costume for some irony (or poetic justice, or whatever). You can get her changed later, if you'd like.

Mischa blinks. Hmmm, what would cocomelon go with! "Umm... could I have it mixed with lemonade?" he asks tentatively.

*The waitress nods again.* That you can. Will that be all?

[Jello Shot Mischa]

*The waitress nods again.* That you can. Will that be all?

Mischa nods. "For now, yes. Thank you!"

[AmbushCat]

*Risk's dress grows some white fur-like trim, and the beginnings of what will probably be a hat form on her head.*

*Risk takes a few moments to brace herself, then finishes off the rest of her drink.*

... *Circe waits for Amber to stop cackling before speaking.* To be honest, I mostly did that costume for some irony (or poetic justice, or whatever). You can get her changed later, if you'd like.

I'll think about it... I didn't anticipate needing to buy a sixth batch of clothes. *gives the girl an appraisal* I don't think there's space in the quadruplets' rooms. She's going to have to share Ezekiel's room, I'm afraid.

Mischa nods. "For now, yes. Thank you!"

*blinks as she thinks of something* Say, Mischa? Scuttlebutt has it that you're a Touhou enthusiast, right?

[Circe]

Mischa nods. "For now, yes. Thank you!"

Very well. I shall be back shortly. *The waitress walks away.*

*Risk takes a few moments to brace herself, then finishes off the rest of her drink.*

*A pair of white baubles grow on Risk's dress, as the thingy on her head grows out into a Santa-style hat.*

I'll think about it... I didn't anticipate needing to buy a sixth batch of clothes. *gives the girl an appraisal* I don't think there's space in the quadruplets' rooms. She's going to have to share Ezekiel's room, I'm afraid.

*Circe just nods, waiting for Elliot's reaction.*

[Jello Shot Mischa]

*blinks as she thinks of something* Say, Mischa? Scuttlebutt has it that you're a Touhou enthusiast, right?

Mischa nods to Risk. "Yes, that's right."

[Harri-chan]

As the two women talked, Elliot was just staring down at herself in disbelief. The pom-poms dropped from her hands to land on the floor with a soft rustle, and she grasped at the little blue skirt around her skinny legs and began tugging on it. Hearing Amber laugh, her gaze darted back up to the woman, and she swallowed a deep breath as she realised they'd been discussing a need for long term clothing and a room to sleep in.

"Th-These transformations never l-last more than a day or two... ". She pressed her skinny legs together, all too aware that she could run into exactly the same problems that Linda, the more mature cheerleader had. If Linda didn't want people seeing her panties, then as someone who shouldn't even be wearing panties, Elliot definitely didn't want people to see them!

[Circe]

As the two women talked, Elliot was just staring down at herself in disbelief. The pom-poms dropped from her hands to land on the floor with a soft rustle, and she grasped at the little blue skirt around her skinny legs and began tugging on it. Hearing Amber laugh, her gaze darted back up to the woman, and she swallowed a deep breath as she realised they'd been discussing a need for long term clothing and a room to sleep in.

"Th-These transformations never l-last more than a day or two... ". She pressed her skinny legs together, all too aware that she could run into exactly the same problems that Linda, the more mature cheerleader had. If Linda didn't want people seeing her panties, then as someone who shouldn't even be wearing panties, Elliot definitely didn't want people to see them!

You might think that now, but I have ways of making things like this stick. A month, a year... You could be like this for quite a while, young lady.

Mischa nods to Risk. "Yes, that's right."

(I think I'm gonna give you a little while to talk with Risk before the drink comes, if that's all right?)

[Harri-chan]

The mini-cheerleader cringed as she had to look all the way up to Circe now. It certainly made arguing back seem much harder than it had been before. Her little pigtails swished as she moved about, gazing at the Witch with a horrified expression, "D-Don't call me that... ", she moaned. Both hands were tugging down on the skirt now as she squirmed about in front of the two women, "C'mon, this isn't funny!".

[Jello Shot Mischa]

(I think I'm gonna give you a little while to talk with Risk before the drink comes, if that's all right?)

(( That's fair enough, I haven't had the chance to chat with Ambush and his characters in ages :3 ))

[Circe]

The mini-cheerleader cringed as she had to look all the way up to Circe now. It certainly made arguing back seem much harder than it had been before. Her little pigtails swished as she moved about, gazing at the Witch with a horrified expression, "D-Don't call me that... ", she moaned. Both hands were tugging down on the skirt now as she squirmed about in front of the two women, "C'mon, this isn't funny!".

What should we call you, then? Little girl?

(( That's fair enough, I haven't had the chance to chat with Ambush and his characters in ages :3 ))

(All righty then.)

[AmbushCat]

Mischa nods to Risk. "Yes, that's right."

I was thinking about what you asked me. You know, about the card game duelist thing? Well, you wouldn't be able to use them in an actual duel, I don't think, but I have extras of a few Touhou-based cards that I'm willing to let go for the sake of collection.

What should we call you, then? Little girl?

Well, since I want to stick with the 'E' theme for the kids, how about Edna?

*A pair of white baubles grow on Risk's dress, as the thingy on her head grows out into a Santa-style hat.*

*rubs her forehead* All my bad karma must be kicking in at once this month...