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[boutant]

[ Ariadne is most definitely not in her room; in fact, to those who may recognize it, she is definitely in Simon and Seth's apartment. She's definitely not wearing anything that belongs to her, either; she's got one of Simon's shirts on, the collar currently crooked as she presses some ice to her shoulder. There's a bruise in the shape of a horse hoof there. When she speaks, her voice is louder than normal, like she's trying to hear herself. ]

I really want to apologize to everyone whose pets or... selves... I may have tried eating over the weekend. I was all cheetah and couldn't stop myself. To the owner of the now-missing chickens, I'm willing to pay you back, if you'd like.

[ She shifts, only to grimace, hand moving to her ribs for a moment. Ow. ]

Someone please tell me Waffle's okay. I'll be home soon, once moving stops hurting so much and the ringing in my ears goes away.

Comments

[fatespoken]

Taste anything strange when you woke up?

[boutant]

Panther fur.

[fatespoken]

Movies tell you that you'd recognize something you care about, even if you're under a curse. Truthfully, a bird is a bird when you're under the influence.

Good luck.

[boutant]

I know I didn't eat him. I couldn't get into his cage, and trust me, I tried.

He might have died of stress, though.

[fatespoken]

You want another cat instead? Make up for your loss.

[boutant]

I think my roommates would kick me out.

Do you still have some left?

[fatespoken]

Guilt trip them. Isn't that what women do?

Depends, as I'm negotiating with Dr. Wilson.

[boutant]

We already have a dog, a bird, a cat, and the kitten. I'll let one of them now, though; he likes cats, and he hasn't taken any home recently.

Oh yeah?