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Post by izzyforizzy on Nov 7, 2012 19:16:00 GMT -4
Through the third great hall, down a half-hidden flight of stairs, second door on the left: You can't miss the sign.
Welcome to slimegirl central. Our patent potions and latent lotions can turn even the firmest and toughest women to putty in - or out of - your hands. Wanna be water? Maybe mercury? Perhaps even paint? Whatever your mind can conjure, our magic can make real.
Just, ah, do me a favor and try to keep this place on the down-low, eh? Mr. Prosperio might (read: MIGHT) not know I set this place up via all the red tape and official channels.
We hope you enjoy your time here~
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Post by izzyforizzy on Nov 10, 2012 0:49:23 GMT -4
It's a well-known fact that the Lord of the house prides himself on the appearance of his mansion and, despite its often unpredictable content, keeps it as clean and organized as he can.
However, that fact didn't stop a lonely tumbleweed from blowing past the door to the lounge.
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Post by observer on Nov 11, 2012 0:59:07 GMT -4
"Strange place for a tumbleweed." A woman said as she walked up to the door. "Hmmm, Slimegirl Central huh? Guess it wouldn't hurt to have a quick look." She smiled, grabbing the door knob and turning it.
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Post by izzyforizzy on Nov 12, 2012 0:57:22 GMT -4
"A visitor...?" a quiet, uncertain voice said from behind the door. It seemed to be talking more to itself than you, but there was a definite glimmer of hope in its voice.
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Post by observer on Nov 12, 2012 1:01:01 GMT -4
As she walked into the room she found the lights already on, a strange thing given most of the rooms. "Hello? Anyone here?" She called out, not seeing anyone in the room.
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Post by izzyforizzy on Nov 12, 2012 17:05:26 GMT -4
The room before her was something like a cross between a kitchen and a living room: The floor was sterile white tile, but there were plenty of places to sit. Nothing cushioned, but plenty of curves and waves to ensure some level of comfort.
In contrast, set on one of the nearer seats was a gray box with a speaker. It looked pretty... junky, to put it politely. It was also bouncing up and down, seemingly in excitement.
"Yeah, I'm here!" the voice said eagerly. "Oh, this is great! You wouldn't believe how BORING it gets being here all alone! Come on in!"
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Post by observer on Nov 12, 2012 23:43:10 GMT -4
"How can it be boring in here when it looks like you're not even here." She said, walking over and picking up the gray box. She brushed a strand of her auburn hair from her face as she looked over the box.
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Post by izzyforizzy on Nov 12, 2012 23:59:23 GMT -4
"What are you talking about?" it responded, seemingly confused. "I'm right- yeah, right in fro-NO WAIT HEY PUT ME DOWN I'M SCARED OF HEIGHTS!"
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Post by observer on Nov 13, 2012 0:12:21 GMT -4
Startled by the box's response she fumbles it before dropping it on the seat it had been on. "Wait...you mean you 'ARE' the box?" She said, looking down at it confused. "I thought you were just speaking through it."
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Post by izzyforizzy on Nov 13, 2012 0:36:37 GMT -4
"OW!" it whined. "Not what I meant when I said to put me down..." It paused for a moment, before resuming: "Yeah, I'm... a box of many faces, you could say. It's kind of a long story." The voice suddenly resumed its earlier joviality: "But, never mind that for now: Let's talk about YOU. You're my first visitor! How exciting! ...Oh, this is so unprofessional. I'm sorry. Let me try again: Welcome! What can I do for you today?"
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Post by observer on Nov 13, 2012 0:42:10 GMT -4
"Well I was wandering around and found myself here." She said, looking down at the box. "What exactly can you do for me?" She asked, sitting down in one of the nearby seats.
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Post by izzyforizzy on Nov 13, 2012 1:06:02 GMT -4
"Exactly what the sign on the door says." the voice answered proudly. "I'm a bit of a chemist, and gynoliquification is my specialty! I've got no shortage of concoctions that'll turn that boring old meat and bone of yours into... well, other stuff! If you're curious, take a look on that counter by the wall to your right. See all those little bottles? Those are some of the more... pedestrian samples I have to offer."
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Post by observer on Nov 13, 2012 1:09:13 GMT -4
She looked over where the box had directed and easily spotted the bottles. She got up and walked over to them, seeing a variety of color liquids inside. "Any chance you'll tell me what each one does?" She asked, holding up and looking at a bottle filled with some teal colored liquid.
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Post by izzyforizzy on Nov 13, 2012 1:36:28 GMT -4
"Oh, they aren't labelled?" the voice asked, surprised by this. "I must have forgotten to label the latest batch. Stupid, stupid me... The older ones should be labelled."
Indeed, the potions farther down the counter and on the shelves along the wall had white tape on them. One vial of opaque silver liquid said "Mercury (Safe)," and another of a black, watery substance read "Ink (B.)." It seemed that few beverages or household compounds were missing from the odd display. It also seemed that each elixir had at least a fleeting resemblance to whatever its label read.
"That one you have there..." the voice added, "I think that that's seawater. New twist on an old favorite."
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Post by observer on Nov 13, 2012 1:39:38 GMT -4
"Seawater?" She said, pulling the cork out and taking a sniff. It definitely smelled like the ocean, but a quick taste revealed it didn't taste very salty.
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