The Princess of Storms is having a ball tonight. She's painted clouds across the western sky.

[foryourown]

As the light fades, the collars on the cats visiting the barracks - and the collars on the wrists of those who chose to put them on - start to glow. The transition between the freezing, crumbling barracks and the opulence of a castle's interior is almost unnoticeable. One moment they're in the barracks. The next, they'll find themselves in large

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[knowmypurpose]

Last thing Cordelia had remembered was going to sleep in her room in the cabin, sore from another long training session with Angel. When her eyes opened, hopever, she was definitely not in her room anymore. It was way too nice to be some grungy cabin. In fact, it reminded her a little of her room back in the mansion, before her family lost all their money.

You know, except for the fish tanks with little mermaids in them. That was different.

Cordelia got up from her bed, cautiously make her way to the closet, opening it up. Her fashion appreciative eyes could tell the clothing was nice, even if the style was a little weird. At least it wasn't a shimmery bikini thing. If someone was making her a princess again, they were going a better route of it than the Pyleans did.

But she doubted that was the case as she finally noticed the other women in the room. One of them, she knew. Bela.

"I'm not sure if it's comforting to see a familiar face or not."

[fellbychoice]

After getting acquainted with her new roommates, and long after magically having bows forced upon her tail, Anna stalked the halls of the suites, and chose to ignore the other cats that lurked around. She was tired of being like this, and she loathed it, and she had half a mind to go find her brother and hiss at him until he used his powers to turn her back

[lovethissuit]

Peter is tugging down the cuffs of his new suit, thoroughly enjoying the tailored fit of it after months of being stuck looking like a Miami Vice stunt double. Not that he'd say as much to anyone, of course.

Upon hearing someone call his name, he looks around in surprise. He's picked a good corner from which to watch his people - just in case something didn't go quite right here - and for someone to have snuck up on him is very disquieting. It doesn't get any less so when he darts a glance down and sees a ginger cat staring up at him.

".....Anna?" He almost asks what in the hell happened, but then he stops himself. A sigh, as he shuts his eyes, and frowns ruefully. When he opens them again to look down at her, he's just completely resigned and irked. "Gabriel again, huh."

Lord, how he wishes that wasn't so much more of a statement.

[fellbychoice]

She actually laughed at his assessment of her current situation, and brought a paw up to lightly scratch at her right ear. Everything was calm and casual, as if this wasn't a big deal to her. When in all actuality, she wanted to hiss and howl in protest of still being a cat. It was terrible for an angel to be stuck in something so small and easily harmed. It was dangerous to be like this.

"I see you know my brother better and better every day."

She sat down as she continued scratching at her ear, and then let out a pathetic meow as she couldn't get to the itchy spot. Oh well, she would get Murphy to help her out later.

"I wanted to find you, Peter. There's something that I need to tell you. Something possibly important."

[lovethissuit]

Peter snorts and shrugs. "Well, I've already seen Murphy. Not here, but. ...You know what I mean."

A beat, and Peter rocks back on his heels before kneeling down in front of Anna. He's already had a conversation with Murphy-cat, and he had to deal with Neal-fox almost from the start, so. He's learned the basic courtesy protocols for talking to animal-status acquaintances. And it's so fucked up that he's had to learn that. But whatever.

"If you'd like, I can try and... Uh. Get that for you." He points a finger at the ear without reaching. It'd just be rude (and way more than a little weird) to just start scratching at an angel you talk to on a semi-regular basis.

[lightinheritor]

For a moment, just a moment, when he realizes he's no longer in the barracks, Celice dares to hope that he's been sent back the way he arrived. That he's back home, back to his duties and to everyone else.

His hopes are quickly dashed when he actually looks at his surroundings. He's not back on the battlefield, far from it. He's in some sort of bedroom... and certainly not one he's ever been inside of before. It was selfish of him to think about leaving like that anyway, he realizes. He's not the only one stuck in the woods. Besides, he's not sure he'd be able to forgive himself if he got out without knowing if everyone else had as well.

All right then. Deciding that, regardless of where he is, he can't simply sit around waiting for things to make sense, he climbs off the bed and crosses the room. With only a cursory glance back at the contents of the room, he opens the door and walks through the doorway, finding... a sitting room.

He can't really say that was entirely unexpected, not really. But still, the room had to mean... Were

[tenoroftheskies]

"Hello." The woman sitting until that moment - or perhaps appearing just that moment - on one of the sitting room's couches twists to look at Celice. There's the tiniest bit of amusement on her face. "Be at peace - while this may not be where you wish to be, it is better than where you were, yes?"

[lightinheritor]

Celice is almost embarrassed by how relieved he is to have someone answer, even if she isn't anyone he recognizes. Then again, he's met very few people since he arrived, it shouldn't be surprising.

Her words, on the other hand, are another matter entirely. "How would you know where I want to be?" he asks, though careful to keep his tone mild. He's not about to forget his manners, even at a moment like this.

[tenoroftheskies]

She tilts her head, smiling more broadly now. "Why would it be a secret?"

She gets to her feet, inclining her head to him. "You are known to more than just me."

[itchafes]

Neal is laying awake in his cot when the transition comes. For a second, he thinks he's dreaming - the dingy wood melting into a ceiling that moves. Clockwork patterns laid out in tile, clicking and shifting in ways a mosaic really shouldn't. Neal watches for a while without moving, until it starts to sink in that this isn't a dream and wherever he is, there's a moving mosaic in the ceiling.

He sits up abruptly.

The rest of the room is decorated in much the same way. Clocks, gears, slowly ticking fixtures. Sculptures of animals with clock-hands for tails and gears for joints. A tiny metal dragon sits poised on his side table - until he reaches out to touch it, then it croaks at him and launches itself into the air on featherless wings.

Neal rolls out of bed, following its progress through the room and opening the door to the sitting room so it can soar outward.

This. Is awesome.

[thatsortofaman]

The door to the Doctor's room is open - he's sitting cross-legged on a round bed, grinning like a child as the entire bed rotates incrementally with each second. The headboard's also round, as big as the bed itself and attached to the bed with a hinge, like the whole thing's one enormous pocket watch. He's kind of enamoured already.

The sound of metal wings in the main room makes him swivel around, and he brightens even more as he spots Neal. "Oh, good, you're here!" he calls, without climbing off the bed just yet. "Should've known she'd be the clockwork type - she did fix my watch, after all..."

Never mind that Neal was sort of... unconscious for that. Not the point.

[itchafes]

"She is?" He grins at the clockwork dragon now perched on his shoulder, teasing it with two fingers as he watches the Doctor on his rotating bed. "Where are we?"

Neal lifts the little creature off his shoulder and sets it gently on the table. It takes flight again without hesitation, and he watches it swoop and glide from wall to wall, wondering if this is a kind of magic he could recreate. It's amazing.

[thatsortofaman]

"Tempest's castle, I'd imagine." He hops off the bed after a pause, and wanders out into the main room, grinning up at the dragon as it glides over his head. "Not that I've exactly asked around quite yet. I was a bit... distracted."

Playing with shiny things. Being nine hundred and six doesn't mean he can't still be a child sometimes.

Buffy-Faith-Toph Room

[isaywe_party]

Buffy knows that this bed is a lot more comfortable than the one she went to sleep in. Granted, it's minus a Spike, but still. Pillows. Blankets. Better heat. Comfy.

She also knows that she's going to have to get up and deal with what's happening now however, so after a moment, she's pushing awake and blinking around to try and get her bearings on where she was. There's a girl she doesn't recognize in one of the beds, but on the other one -- that girl she definitely knows.

"Hey," she says softly, before getting up and making her way over to Faith's bed. "Faith. Looks like we got fairy-whammied again."

[msattentionspan]

Sleep wasn't something that Faith came by too easy in the woods. It was like camping, if camping had ever been something Faith had done after being kidnapped to a creepy-ass woods. Rolling over, away from the sound of Buffy's voice, she was pretty aware that she was a lot more comfortable in her current bed.

Plus, when did Buffy start dropping by her room?

Taking in a deep breath through her nose, she stretched and rolled back over, facing Buffy, "Huh?"

She let her hand rub against her eyes, trying to blink the blur and sleep out of them.

[isaywe_party]

"I don't think this is the barracks." That was as simple as she could put it -- and in fact that was all she had at the moment. All she knew was that they had magically and mystically moved on to Somewhere Else, and she didn't know how to get them back to where they belonged.

[msattentionspan]

Okay, that woke her up quickly.

As she sat up straighter, she glanced around the room, taking it in, "Yeah, not the barracks is an understatement."

Her hand ran through her hair briefly, "You just woke up here?"