Critterz!

[mm_leesha]

Aside from the official rules, there are a lot of handy guidelines that get passed down to new patrons of the Bar at the End of the Universe. Things like "don't eat any food you didn't order," "don't go outside on the night of the full moon," and "don't fuck with the Oompa-Loompas

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[a_mere_child]

There is a very confused female Bengal tiger standing where Alyx Vance was a second ago.

Also, very uncomfortable. Most of her clothing didn't survive the change, but her necklace did and it's making it hard to breathe.

Little help here?

[acts_of_gord]

"...."

The tiger is not the only one confused.

WTF LARGE JUNGLE CAT.

[a_mere_child]

When the tiger catches sight of Gordon, she sprints in his direction, making low, panting hnk noises deep in her throat.

(She may or may not be able to speak in this form. Maybe we'll figure that out once she can actually breathe properly.)

[acts_of_gord]

Again, we repeat: WTF LARGE JUNGLE CAT.

CHARGING.

As Gordon is currently unarmed, his response is to turtle his head into his suit as hard as he can.

[gothams_knight]

Harvey Dent, Gothams District Attorney, scourge of the underworld-

Has been watching the chair for the better part of an hour trying to figure out if he should tell someone about it or not.

Because surely chairs...don't do that do they?

There's also the faintest twinge of curiousity...but that keeps disappearing with every single unfortunate soul who's tried the chair.

He'll be sitting over here thank you...until curiousity gets the better of him.

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"Smart of you," comments the young woman in the blue and yellow jumpsuit. She's left the armor back home in Megaton. "I don't know what it's doing, but it can't be anythign good."

[gothams_knight]

"I've learned not to accept anything from the bar in bar." He chuckles, hand on his coin, "....IT's turning people into animals of course."

He fixes her with a silly grin. What, your chairs don't do that? ours totally do. All the time.

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

"Well, yes," says Ellen reasonably, "but there's the little matter of how it actually works. I've heard of some fairly terrible things happening to people who've been contaminated with the Forced Evolutionary Virus, but it's nowhere near that fast."

[thenightsurgeon]

Nathan Wallace is not happy.

Far from it as a matter of fact. The last time he was this unhappy he-

Well, suffice it to say that things were damaged.

Things may still get damaged. He's not entirely sure if that's the case or not. One minute he is safely enscounced in his home, hoping to get some rest before trading it for that bar he'd assumed (hoped, prayed) was a hallucination.

Either way. It wasn't home, and while the work was interesting-working a fourteen hour day in a crowd like the early GeneCo christmas shoppers would've killed him. Can't kill in a crowd. Bad form.

So he...sat.

And got up a Lynx.

Hopelessly tangled Lynx.

[a_mere_child]

The tiger looks over at the lynx as if to say you too, huh?.

[thenightsurgeon]

The Lynx is still struggling with the Clothing.

Springing free, he stares at the tiger, eyes wide.

His expression is readable in any language, human or animal or otherwise. What the heck is going on?!?!

[a_mere_child]

The tiger shrugs as best she can. Your guess is as good as mine, buddy.

[heyfootballhead]

...Chairs are supposed to be safe things.

This is Arnold's first thought when he finds himself in an unusual state after sitting in an innocent-looking chair.

His next thought is that he's kind of hungry, but that's not something he can help at the moment.

Anyway, he would probably be pretty gratified to know that he looks just like his pet Abner. If he could get a look at himself.

Somebody come have pity on the confused pig?

[bluespells]

...Did a pig just walk by?

Milliways. Oy.

Someone should get it outside, though.

[heyfootballhead]

BILLY

HALP

"Oink oink oink!"

The pig is now pawing at your leg like a dog, Billy.

[bluespells]

....D:

WHY.

[mm_prouvaire]

Mohinder, being the scientific sort, would probably have tried out that chair even if he did know what it was going to do. As it is, even once he's sprouted four foxy little paws and a bushy tail, he doesn't really panic. At least his mind is still intact, which has to count for something.

And this can't be permanent. Can it? That just wouldn't be fair.

He glances nervously around, pointy little fox muzzle twitching as he sizes everyone else up. Good. He's not the only one.

[makes_me_tick]

No, he's not the only one. Gabriel had been pretty careful around the bar, but no- he was not expecting a chair to turn him into an animal.

Ah, well. He felt comfortable in this new skin, even though he doesn't have his powers. That was cause for momentary panic, but passed as he realized this couldn't be permanent.

He wanders by the tiny fox and stops to grin at it, This could be fun.

[mm_prouvaire]

Said tiny fox is more observant as a fox than he is as a human, and he happens to have noticed who was sitting down in that chair before he was hyenafied.

He bares his fangs and snarls. Let's see you try to pin me to a ceiling now, Sylar.

The elation at thinking they might be evenly-matched this way is short-lived, though, when he remembers that a hyena's jaws can crush bone. Somehow he doesn't think his sharp little needle teeth are going to be much of a threat. But he never likes to show weakness or uncertainty in front of Sylar, and now is no different.

He opens his mouth as if to shout, or threaten, but all he's capable of right now is barking. It's embarrassing.

[makes_me_tick]

Gabriel growls a little, mostly just to try it out (and partially to try and speak), and he finds that he can control his voice very well. His growl runs from low and warning to a high-pitched laugh that he cuts off quite quickly.

He prowls around the fox, taking leisurely steps. And then he stops to yawn. Impressive teeth, no?