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[mrsbrisby]

AAAAAaaaaa!!!

[ The early morning scream was followed by another terrible crash as a trunk fell from its window sill and came to rest on the floor. A naked lady sat within the confines of the wooden box but fortunately for all involved only her legs and bare shoulders could be seen as those bits had forced the lid to pop open and were now hanging free over the lip of the trunk. ]



I -- I don't understand! Did some one's spell go wrong? Brr, it's so chilly! And... OW!

[She shifted around until as managed to pull one of her stored walnuts out from underneath her... Only then did she notice the second problem with being human and in a trunk. She tried to wiggle to the left... or to the right... but found herself only able to flail her far too long and fur-less legs uselessly. ]

I'm stuck!

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[guitar_hero]

[he stops. Stares. Sneezes out a miniature tin marching band which begins to play a rendition of '76 Trombones'. Then puts a hand over his eyes]

You might want to put some clothes on.

[not that he can see anything yet, but he knows it's coming]

[mrsbrisby]

I... uuhg! Would love to... but! [ Her squirming didn't get her any closer at all to freeing herself from this far too small box. ] I don't have any the right size and even if I did I would be sitting on them! Oh! What am I supposed to do with these legs!

[guitar_hero]

[hand still over his eyes, he said:]

Do you need a hand?

[mrsbrisby]

Yes! [ Why was he holding his hand over his eyes? It was a mystery to her... ] Oh, yes, please! I don't think I will be able to get out of this without some help.

[guitar_hero]

Right... on my way... [and he'll snag something from the Emporium along the way. When he gets to the room, he politely knocks on the door. Then, realizing he's an idiot, uses the sonic to unlock it before coming in and bearing the dress. It is bright yellow with bright purple flowers and looks more like a circus tent than a dress but in this instance he thought it better to over estimate than under.

Carefully-- he approaches Mis... Mrs. Brisby, or at least that's who he assumes that is.]

Er, beg pardon. [he's not sure how far her modesty goes and he's generally not one for modesty but there is something about seeing Missy's body like that that's making him want to run.]

Let me help you out. [and he offers both hands for her to take]

[mrsbrisby]

[ Accustomed to fur she really didn't see what all the fuss was about. Humans wore clothing because they had no fur to keep them warm! That much was obvious as her pale skin was covered with those odd little goosebumps that developed whenever the breeze drifted past. Brr! His hands were taken without any hesitation at all! ] Thank you! I won't be too heavy will I? Some how I doubt I will be able to ride in your pocket for a while.

[guitar_hero]

Er, well, no probably not. [he takes her hands and pulls her out with a little grunt. Hopefully she doesn't end up awkwardly entangled in his arms in such a way as to spawn a thousand fanfics and at least one embarrassing meme]

But please, out of respecting humanoid culture and my mental capacity, put this on. [and he wiggles the dress at her]

[mrsbrisby]

[ She had been fairly well wedged in that chest and so she might have ended up pressed up close to him once she finally popped free... so maybe a few memes and half a dozen fics or more, had anyone actually been around to see the very brief meeting before she gathered up the large poofy dress. Bright yellow with bright purple flowers... she tsked the choice but it could have been worse. At least those colors looked very springtime together. ] You said you recognized the human I am? [ For all people on two legs were human, right? She asked as she struggled with the mounds of crinoline the skirt seemed to be made up of. ]

[guitar_hero]

She's my friend, and not exactly human. So if you feel something odd, it's probably that. [and then just in case some subconsciousnesses were still lurking]

Feeling any latent homicidal rages?

[mrsbrisby]

Everything about this day had been odd... [ And she might have the painful indentation on the back of her thigh where some bit of furniture she had been sitting on had been jabbing her... but she decided it was best to leave that unsaid. ] Certainly not! [ She frowned over her shoulder at the Doctor as she pulled the heavy dress up over her shoulders. ] Why would you even ask something like that?

[guitar_hero]

Because you are in a centuries old body with a multilayered subconsciousness and not all of that subconsciousness has been nice.

[he snapped it. Then realized what he'd done and took a breath]

Sorry. Listen. This is a bit of a trying time. If I ask you questions you're insulted by it's because I'm trying to prevent something unfortunate from happening. I hope you can understand and be honest.

Now think, please... Are you alone in there?

[mrsbrisby]

[ She very nearly ducked behind a chair when the Doctor snapped at her, but she could understand. If he were trying really hard to protect his friend or even other people... Brisby couldn't really be upset over that. So she did stop and think, as if she could search this borrowed mind for what ever a multilayered thingie was. ] "Aside from the body I seem to be myself. How would I know if I wasn't alone in here? I'm not having any strange thoughts."

[guitar_hero]

[he winced himself at the flinch. He had frightened her and shouldn't have]

If you feel nothing, then it's fine. [he said it as gently as he could] But if you feel anything is strange, even if you think it's nothing, please tell me.

[mrsbrisby]

[ His much softer tone was so much kinder sounding that she did relax due to it. ] Al--alright, I will. I promise. [ She then turned to indicated the back of the dress which while it was on still seemed too open and chilly in the back, likely because the zipper hadn't been done up yet. ] Now maybe you would be kind enough to tell me if this is right? Should the back be hanging open like that?

Action!!

[az_shrimp_horny]

[Eleanor heard that scream and startled from her lovely dream about riding a giant squid through a waterfall of cocktail sauce. She felt something... weird... but tried not to think too much about it. But she realized she couldn't see! Everything was weirdly black and cloudy.]

The fuck?! Why can't I see?!

[The cloud slowly began to clear as she tried to get out of bed... and did a somersault. She was floating. Floating?! She flailed and realized she had fucking tentacles?! The bubble blooped off of Eleanor's bed and she managed to roll it towards the blessedly open door.]

Mrs. Brisby?! Is that you?! The fuck is going... Holy mother fucking shit balls!!

[Eleanor was surrounded by what she finally realized was ink... again.]

What the fuck is going on here?! Who the fuck are you?! What the fuck happened and why the fuck do I look like some hentai freak?!

Omg this is glorious

[mrsbrisby]

[ And she looked up in time to see a gross slime creature floating in through the doorway whose features were quickly obscured by its cloak of dark magic! ] AAAaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Go away you... you... [ She searched around on the floor and managed to find a book to fling at the invading monster. ] Creepy corrupted!! [ Her feet flailed uselessly in the air again as she tried to escape her close quarters prison while at the same time looking for more to throw. There was a tiny sofa, one of hers but... needs must, and a vase... oh, another book! Each was tossed at the monster in the hope one of those things might just scare it away. ]

/DYING

[az_shrimp_horny]

[Eleanor screamed, the bubble rolling around haphazardly.]

Corrupted? Where?!

[Then the book hit the floor, narrowly missing her bubble and she realized what happened.]

Wait! Lady, no, I'm not a corrupted thing! I just got turned into... whatever the fuck this is!

[The ink began to clear again and Eleanor got an eyeful.

Whoa! Why are you naked in Mrs. Brisby's house?! Where's Mrs. Brisby?!

ME TOO

[mrsbrisby]

What do you mean what am I doing in Mrs. Brisby's house?? It's my house! Or it was... now it's too small!! [ She almost cried, so close to the verge of tears that she sniffled as she looked to the floating orb creature and realization dawned. ] Eleanor?! Is that you?

:D

[az_shrimp_horny]

Your...... Fuck... Mrs. Brisby?! Yeah, yeah this is Eleanor. What the fuck is going on?!

[Horrified, Eleanor tried to roll back towards her roommate. Tried. It took her a couple of attempts before she made it over there.]

[mrsbrisby]

[ It could have taken Eleanor twice as long to roll her way over because her roommate wasn't going anywhere fast. She was just lucky the lid had popped open. It would have been so much worse trapped inside the closed trunk! ] I... I really don't know. I went to sleep late night, early, and woke up today like this! Oh, it's terrible! And so cold! I don't know how you humans stand being furless!

[az_shrimp_horny]

You and me both. I mean, on the upside, you're smoking hot. You kind of have a MILF thing going on. At least... from what I can see from down here. Shit! I'd love to help you but...

[She helplessly waved her tentacles at Mrs. Brisby, causing her to float in another useless circle.]</small< Ugh! We stand it by wearing clothes.

[mrsbrisby]

They were cute little tentacles but she could see why they wouldn't be useful in freeing her from this blasted box. "I have a milk thing?" She screwed up her nose but, nope, that phrase just wasn't one that she had heard before. Maybe it meant she was paler than her brown fur... which was true. "I don't think I have a thing big enough to wear."

[az_shrimp_horny]

They didn't seem like they were good for much, really. It was a gigantic pain in the ass!

"Not milk, MILF! It stands for Mom I'd Like to Fffff" Shit. She couldn't say that to Mrs. Brisby. Think fast, Shellstrop! Fondle, Freak, Fix, Fiddle, Fart (heh), Flash, Feed, Fancy... That's it! "Fancy! Uh. Mom I'd Like to Fancy. That's what it means."

Whew! Smooth move, Shellstrop.

"You can probably borrow something of mine, it might fit you now. And I'm sure as shit not gonna need it til this has passed.

[trashylittlesecret]

... Missy? The hell is going on?

[Richie's voice came out as a dulcet falsetto, but it was unmistakably him in a curly ginger wig and pink ball gown.]

Did something get into the water last night, or what?

[mrsbrisby]

Who is Missy? [ She practically squeaked as another attempt to free this large tail end she seemed to have acquired failed. ] And... [ I'm sorry Richie, she giggled, had to... it just slipped out. ] Why are you dressed for a costume ball?

[trashylittlesecret]

To paraphrase Lady Gaga, I woke up this way. ... And you're Missy, right? I mean, you look like her and you know who I am... Did you use too much magic and forget or something? You do look like you went on one hell of a bender ...

[he hasn't noticed exactly what she's sitting in quite yet]

[mrsbrisby]

Lady who? I've never met her either. [ The attempt was made to lift herself out of this awkward position but her hand slipped and back down she went. ] Uhhh... I am Mrs. Brisby, not whoever Missy is. Some how... [ She flexed those long creepy looking human fingers. ] This happened. Help, I'm human and I can't get up!

[trashylittlesecret]

Briz? Oh, shit! ... [his eyes widened as he finally realized where she was sitting]

Your house! ... I'll be right over. I'm bringing a blanket. And a spare shirt. And some sweatpants.

[they'd be a little big on her, but ... they'd do. true to form, he shows up with a pair of gray drawstring sweatpants and a t-shirt from his pajama drawer, along with a blanket, eyes squinted so he can see just enough to move through the apartment]

I'm just gonna toss the blanket over you and then maybe help you up, okay? I know the person whose body you ended up with in Fuck-Up Lottery, so ... it's a little awkward. ... Thank God I'm not straight, right?

[mrsbrisby]

Though it might help if you walked straight... Stop! You are about to run into the leg of a chair! [ He was squinting and therefore might not have been able to see that chair leg. They did jut out at such awkward angles! ] That's right, just scoot along gently... Good! You are past it now. I'm really looking forward to that blanket, it's so chilly. Uhm... [ Her words were cut off as the blanket landed on her head and she did her best to squirm about in the confines of her little box in order to wrap it around her. ] Do you have any idea on how you are going to get me out of this thing? It was never intended for a full-sized human.

[trashylittlesecret]

Not exactly what I meant, but thanks.

[once she was well-covered, he crouched down to get a closer look at the poor house]

It's nailed together at the sides. I can get a butter knife from the kitchen drawer and just sort of carefully take it apart. Then later we can put it back together again.

[mrsbrisby]

You can do that with a butter knife? [ Pardon the moment of wonder at your skills. ] That's fine! Just so long as I can get out of this thing. Do be careful with the knife though? I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself.

[trashylittlesecret]

"Well, it's just a crate. I've dismantled worse with less. Let's just say I spent a lot of time having to make my own fun on rainy days."

It was the nicest possible way to say he'd been trouble in Keds, Levi's, and a Hawaiian shirt. Richie grabbed a butter knife from Eleanor's kitchen drawer, one with a sturdy handle, and set the sweatpants and shirt off to the side.

"Once we get you out you can try those on until we can find you something better."

So saying, he started to work, wedging the knife between the pieces of the trunk. It was a light enough wood, but sturdy. The first few nails took some doing, but he managed to pry them free with enough elbow grease and determination... and maybe just a smidgen of unconscious Warrior strength.

[mrsbrisby]

"Anything. Just so long as I can get out of this thing! Its surprisingly uncomfortable at this size." The wood cracked and popped a bit as Richie worked on the nails but she couldn't tell how much progress was being made until the panel snapped one last time and gave way. She tumbled out of the chest and practically into Richie's lap. Fortunately there was that blanket to shield her. "Ooof! Finally!" She stretched and reached for those baggy looking trousers. "I think half of me has gone entirely to sleep." The tinglies were running all up and down her spine.

[trashylittlesecret]

"Oof. That's the worst. At least sweatpants are nice and comfy. Here, I'll help you over to the bathroom so you can change."

He put his arm around her shoulders to help her stand. Sometimes sleep-prickle legs were pretty hard to stand on, after all.

[mrsbrisby]

So she learned something new and unusual about humans in that moment... bathrooms were where people went to change. She had never known! Brisby took up his offer and leaned onto his supportive shoulder as trying to walk right now was like trying to slog your way through thigh deep sand. "Thank you." Once in the bathroom she had another new experience that is sitting down on the lip of an ice cold tub. OH! That was so COLD! Richie was very correct! Sweatpants, once she had been given enough time to pull them on, were so much nicer! She also took the time to pull on the shirt and some how she felt a good deal more presentable once she had. "Oh that is so much better! I never realized all the trouble you humans go through just to get up in the mornings."

[trashylittlesecret]

Bathrooms, bedrooms. He'd give her the full daily human life primer if she asked. While she dressed, he gathered up the pieces of her trunk and carefully arranged them, making sure to check for anything else that might have broken in the sudden transformation. Anything he found that needed replacement or repair went immediately on a mental list, and he decided he'd pick them up for her after he'd done his busking.

"And you even managed it before coffee. That's pretty impressive for your first time. Want some? I bet Eleanor's got it around here someplace."

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[king_of_egypt]

[Alerted by the scream he looked to the mirror only to blush and make an exclamation of his own] Oh- Ra....! I'm.... sor- I don't think you meant to... [Cough. Finding himself tongue-tied Atem was having difficulty communicating with the what looked to be naked Missy. At least the trunk was concealing most of the poor woman] Stuck? [Still not looking back to the screen, he now had his cape pulled up over his face.] I'm sure... we'd all like to help you... what happened to your clo-. Ahem. How? [Why]

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[mrsbrisby]

[ It was a nice cape. She had one hanging on the footboard of her bed... or she had had one there before giant human happened! Now she wasn't even sure she still had a bed. ] I was asleep when this happened! I really don't know any more about it than you do... only clearly humans were never intended to sleep inside trunks.

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[king_of_egypt]

[It was indeed a nice cape, and Mrs. Brisby's was lovely as well. I mean, Atem once had a red cape himself. That was part of why they would have been so well-suited to one another. What.]

You sleep in the.... [Nude] altogether? [Instantly he regretted posing the question]

No wonder this was so ... shocking for you. [And.. all of us] Maybe... you could cast a spell to temporarily enlarge the trunk? [Not really familiar with Missy's abilities...].. AFTER you turn off the mirror. Assuming you can reach it....

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[mrsbrisby]

[ Nice image! ] You don't have to say that like it's usual. [ Maybe it was for humans but for her... ] Who would sleep in a cloak anyway? [ Magic the chest bigger? Hmm! That was actually a really good idea! ] I have been practicing on changing the size of things. I have gotten pretty good at it. The only problem might be the mirror. I dropped it... some where and it is so very small I haven't been able to find it. I wonder if it might have fallen down into the carpet.