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[silver_flecks]

The thing is.

The thing is.

The ThInG is, Derry--

Has suddenly decided she's afraid of puppets.

Kids. What can you do?

Well, if you're an Endless, you can cease and desist, and put the bar back to flesh and blood (or pixels, or other materials as they apply).

And maybe giggle a little and plan to try this again later.

If Derry's not

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[mend_and_defend]

Bob has spent the better part of two days in room 503, sitting under the bed and sulking. After the humiliations of the last few days, he doesn't want to be anywhere near the bar until this thing wears off.

And then, suddenly, it does. Everything shifts and he's himself again.

Only now he's wedged halfway under the bed with only his head and shoulders sticking out.

"Uh... help? Somebody?"

[command_dot_com]

Soon enough a pair of footsteps comes outside of the hallway towards his room. Sounds like one of them is wearing heels and both voices are female and chatting a little bit.

Dot soon followed by a familiar trickster enter in. Dot? she pauses and puts her hands to her face to keep from giggling before coming over.

[foxy_l33t]

Laini does not bother trying to hide her giggling as she eyes Bob.

"See, that's rather a lesson that gets learned before you get your second tail. Not all sizes fit the same areas." She grins, kneeling down to look over Bob and the bed.

"Need a hand?

[mend_and_defend]

"Would you? Please?"

He'll flail later, when he can actually move.