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[mycursedface]

When Medusa comes down, the Bar is...different. Changed. (This one has never seen Steampunk)

Cautiously, she moves over to the Bar.

"Hello! Welcome to Milliways. Today, Milliways marks the Cybertronian holiday of Cubefall, the anniversary of the day upon which the Allspark first landed on the rocky world that would become Cybertron. Would you

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[lil_green_apple]

Presently, there is a small, fluffy white cat perched on the back of Medusa's chair, staring at the pen.

It moves!

[mycursedface]

"So, you said yes, Pomana." Medusa's voice is absent.

Sketeching!

[lil_green_apple]

She stretches, and purrs her assent.

(She likes being a cat. It's fluffy and interesting and she does not have to worry about men so much.)

[mycursedface]

"You like it?"

[ostro_goth]

Here is one that has not declined changes, but is still clearly and obviously himself, even as a mythical creature.

"Greetings, Medusa," Teja says.

[[OOC: Mun has to sleep soon, but couldn't resist the poor Gorgon!]]

[mycursedface]

"Teja," she says, looking up and then her face lights up.

"It suits you."

[ostro_goth]

"Thank you!" the centaur-shaped Teja (Teja-shaped centaur?) says, a true smile on his face.

"When I was offered choices, I could not resist this one," he adds. "I have been out already, just running. It is much different from merely riding a horse; the speed of this shape runs through to the core of one's being! It is a good thing that this holiday would give one a choice, unlike others."

[mycursedface]

"Yes, yes it is. I would not care to be blonde again."

[dean_o_dell]

There is no reason that Medusa should recognize the very well-toned, somewhat rough-hewn man in the tanktop. Or even have any idea why he's smiling. So he makes his introduction. "Medusa? It's Cyrus O'Dell."

[mycursedface]

Unless he smelt the same as before...No, no she would not.

"Oh. I take it you said yes to the offer?"

[dean_o_dell]

He smells like a boxer from the early 20th century, albeit with 21st century hygiene and deodorant. "Yes. I'm a boxer from before I was born. A heavyweight champion. And...well, it's amazing. I have never been this healthy in my life. Or death."

[mycursedface]

A flickering smile.

"It pleases you?"

[command_dot_com]

"Medusa!" Ah! Someone who has chosen not to change, if their green skin is any indica--

...

Edit that last statement, it seems now Dot's pregnancy is quite visible as she takes her time walking over to greet a friend.

[mycursedface]

Medusa is an honest thing, when all is said and done.

When she looks up, her mouth drops.

[command_dot_com]

Yes...

Dot didn't have that the last time they spoke, did she?

"How does this holiday find you?" Says a sprite being politely oblivious to the gorgon's staring.

[mycursedface]

Medusa's mouth shuts with an audible snap.

"A...a little off balance, I...guess?"