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At some point, Illyria is just going to stop wandering into Milliways on a whim, because those whims seldom if ever turn out well.

On the other hand, they do often afford some amusement when the victims of all these spells, curses, yuppie-zombifications, malevolent houses and so on are all other peopleToday? Not one of those days, as Illyria

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[perfectblue]

Illyria glared after the annoying thing, tiny puppet hands clenched into tiny puppet fists, and muttered something in her tiny puppet voice about filthy mortal puppet-children.

She most likely made an absurdly cute spectacle to anyone who might've walked by just then, and she most definitely would've hit them for saying so.

[brokenjilly]

There's another puppet, though, and perhaps this one is amusing? She's small, spiky and looks vaguely like a demented dryad.

She's also looking for an explanation. If Illyria has one, Jilly will be very happy.

"Um. Since you are similarly afflicted, can you maybe tell me why I am suddenly very short and have no legs?"

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She gave the other puppet a cursory glance, and then made some gesture that was vaguely like a shrug, made even more vague by the fact that this new and unimproved puppet-Shell did not move with quite the grace her previous one had.

"These things occur with a distressing frequency. There is very rarely a logical explanation."

[brokenjilly]

Jilly nods. Or tries to, anyway. With her lack of joints, she makes more of an full-body bob. "I guess I can't really expect one. I mean, I haven't yet found a rational explanation for the existence of the Bar at all."

Not that she cares for one. Jilly does enjoy Mystery, in all its forms.

[perfectblue]

"It does not have one."

Not by the rules of any logic that she followed, anyway. Though Illyria's logic could be... a bit odd, to say the least.

"I would advise staying out of the way of children until you turn back into... what are you usually?"