Bodyswap at the House on the Hill: Session 2

[hot_mess_express]

You awaken slowly, laying in the middle of a cold, hard stone floor … and realise that you have absolutely no idea where you are, or what in all the hells is wrong with your body.

Maybe you're suddenly bigger than you remember, or smaller. Maybe you've got more limbs! Less limbs! Sharper teeth? Weird, unfamiliar powers and magic to tap into, or perhaps no powers at all? Without a mirror, it's very difficult to tell exactly what — or perhaps, who? — you look like … but maybe whoever else is around you could help you figure that out.

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[magicalgirladjacent]

Thought I meant another distraction? [Laughs a bit.] Nah, too goal orientated.

[Taking his staff and getting ready for potential fireballing.]

[gingerdiligence]

I thought you were requesting we open it as a distraction from the contents of the others. [You've had bad reactions to both of them, after all.]

[In any case, she flips the lid up, muscles tensed.]

[hot_mess_express]

It's...!

... It's full of supplies fit for a child's party. Packs of balloons, brightly coloured table cloths, a box of confetti, a dozen party blowers, a box of matches, and some birthday candles.

[magicalgirladjacent]

More a distraction from the leftover feelings of weird head voices. Goals are important.

....

We may need the funfetti cake.

[gingerdiligence]

[She'll pick up the box of confetti and grab a pinch.]

This certainly matches the cake I saw. Would using just it be enough, or do we need an actual cake?

[magicalgirladjacent]

I think the actual cake. That's probably the puzzle.

Even edible confetti isn't a cake.

[Turning to the mirror and finally approaching.]

[hot_mess_express]

It's just a nice, normal mirror. Nothing suspicious here.

You think you can feel the faintest tickle of a breeze against your skin.

[magicalgirladjacent]

[....]

[Going to hold up staff, make a tiny flame at the top, see where that breeze is coming from with the fire.]

[hot_mess_express]

It seems to be coming from the mirror? More specifically, where it's fixed to the wall.

[magicalgirladjacent]

[Getting reeeeeal close to the mirror. Does it look like there's a passage way behind the mirror?]

[hot_mess_express]

If he looks rrrrrrreal close, he might notice tiny hinges on one side. Hm. Maybe it can be swung open?

[magicalgirladjacent]

....

[can he pry the bottom of his staff on the opposite edge of the hinges and swing it open?]

[hot_mess_express]

It's going to take some serious elbow grease. He might need some help ...

[felixiamnot]

Need a hand?

[gingerdiligence]

My thought is to put the confetti on the mirror and see if there is any reaction.

[She holds the pinch to her lips to demonstrate.]

[magicalgirladjacent]

Might be an idea. Does it taste like...I don't know, wheat, or rice, something edible or plastic?

[gingerdiligence]

[Delicately selecting a single piece and carefully tasting it.]

[hot_mess_express]

It's very sweet.

[gingerdiligence]

Sugar. It might not be cake, but it tastes like one.

Now. Shall I blow it onto the mirror?

[magicalgirladjacent]

Hmmm.

Yeah, I think so. Otherwise, we can try forcing it open. I think it's a secret door, but that might be like a key for it.

[Stepping back and getting ready to maybe fireball.]

[gingerdiligence]

[She's staying a little behind Mao, but still with a direct line to the mirror, before blowing the confetti towards it.

[Roll = 6]

[hot_mess_express]

Something many-legged and hairy skitters down your back - a large, but ultimately harmless house spider.

[gingerdiligence]

[She freezes for a split second, then makes a grab for whatever she feels on her back.]

[magicalgirladjacent]

[Wait, why are you moving-]

Loki?!

[hot_mess_express]

SKITTER SKITTER SKITTER AS IT FLEES - or tries to, you can probably catch it