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Since that strange night, Charles has been an owl. He hasn't seen anyone he knows and has been enjoying flying around outside but he wants to get back to himself. This is awkward and his feathers require a lot of work.

Today he is perched on the back of a chair with a newspaper laid out on the table and a small bowl of nuts. He refuses to eat a mouse or bird even if some of them do look tasty.

Tiny tag: Palamedes
(OOC: Open all weekend. Charles will be speaking telepathically into your pup's head if he decides to talk to them. If they have mental shields, let me know, as he's sort of listening, just not as much as usual. Being an owl is distracting. Also ignore the rather large timestamp from one thread to the other, its been my first week of work. Thank you.)

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"What turned you owl-shaped?" Teja asks.

Charles preens his feathers as he answers, his mental voice sounding embarrassed.

A chair that a woman named Lilly had, she was testing various magical accidents that have happened here.

"Lily Kane?" Teja says. "I have not seen her for a long time! Once, she introduced my to squid tee-vee..."

The memory is one of amused bewilderment.

These sorts of strange things happened around her, sometimes.

Yes, she knows someone who's been cursed and was testing out previous curses.

"Interesting approach..." Teja says, raising an eyebrow.

Count squirms free, and hops on the ground.

Charles watches Count, his head tilting.

It wasn't terribly scientific, but she seemed dedicated to figuring out a solution.

Count comes closer, very cautiously. He can't decide if the big bird is dangerous, or prey.

"She might have tried consulting the magic library," Teja says. "Do you know how long the owl-curse will last? Shall you need uncursement?"

He knows some gods -- Loki is surely strong enough to undo this, if he can concentrate for more than half a minute upon the same thing, which seems a problem with Loki.

Lovely, lovely god, but an attention span like a butterfly on drugs.

I don't know and I know of some gods.

Loki is known as a tricky god, he would rather stick with those he knows like Iris and Apollo.

"If you know those, then they might free you, if the curse would not wear off by itself," Teja says.

Pause.

"Would you wish to formally complain about Lily Kane, or do you file this under what they term 'fucking Milliways'?"

No, there's no need to. She tried to help and this is just odd. I'll figure something out.

He will, this is an uncomfortable and odd situation but he'll find a way out of it.

"Being an owl suits you, oddly," Teja says.

Charles gives Teja a searching look as an owl he's made for it. They've only spoken once.

Oh, why?

"An owl reading a newspaper suits Milliways, and it being you fits well," Teja says. "You are serious and intelligent: - that fits an owl!"

I see, yes.

Count has gotten a little closer and Charles fluffs himself up to be bigger and hoots.

Count yowls, and runs, hiding underneath the trilobite tank.

Teja turns his head, and grins. Yes, he does grin, thinking that Count has been braver before, but it is just as well he will flee an owl.

Charles addresses Count.

Do be careful. I know you're a brave cat, but I'm a big bird with a sharp beak.

Count peers out from under the trilobite tank, hoping fervently that the big bird with the sharp beak will not eat him.

Or his human will save him. His human is a great fighter, he tries telling the big bird.

Teja looks from one to the other, wondering if Charles can truly reach the cat's mind in this shape.

How useful!

I'm not going to hurt you just telling you to be thoughtful about who you attack. Would you like some fish? I could have one of the rats bring you some?

That would be a peace offering.

Count would very enthusiastically most definitely gratefully like some fish!

Charles lets a rat know and soon a cautious rat approaches Count with a dish of fresh tuna.

Counts omes out from under the trilobite tank, just as cautious, and starts nibbling the tuna.

It tastes very nice, and he is very grateful.

Which makes Charles give a gentle hoot as he thinks.

Good and be careful about who you think about attacking.

Count eats, lost in the sensation of how good the tuna tastes. Every time and again, it just tastes great!

"It seems," Teja says, "you have found an understanding with Count."

He's just following his nature.

"Which you understand," Teja says, nodding.