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[i_am_your_host]

Well, isn't this fascinating.

Aside from the entire bar being filled with what seem to be construction toys, there's a curious screen with a message offering the Master of Ceremonies the option to reconfigure into another life form.

Reconfigure. Hmm.

His choices: a tuxedo cat (cute, but he doesn't do animals); a Maschinenmensch (interesting but rather disturbing); and lastly...

Oh, this is good. This is perfect.

In a moment there will be a flapper in the bar, with jet black bobbed hair and crimson lips, wearing a little black dress with fringe at the hem. Strings of beads hang from her neck, glass bangles clink on her wrists. Fishnet stockings and t-strap high heels complete the outfit.

She looks fabulous, and feels very, very giddy.

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[witchfinder_general]

Not everybody has chosen such extremely pretty reconfigurations.

On a couch not far away, there is a large yellow teddy bear, looking somewhat glum as it tries the turn the pages of a bible with stuffed furry paws.

[i_am_your_host]

The Emcee is quite at home in a dress and high heels, so it's rather easy for her to trot around and test out her new limbs like a newborn filly. The only things that feel truly different are the lack between her legs and the abundance at her chest. Balance is the key.

It's during her exploration that she notices the teddy bear. That is some teddy bear. And it's trying to read, too.

She approaches, all swinging necklaces and fringe.

"Pardon me, darling," she says -- and she giggles, because those are her first words, and the sound surprises her -- "do you need some assistance?"

[witchfinder_general]

"With every page? That would get boring for you," says the teddy bear with the voice of Father Harman. "It's a complete bible."

[i_am_your_host]

She blinks in surprise at the teddy bear, eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings.

"Father Harman...? Is that you?"

[witchfinder_general]

"I'm afraid so," the teddy bear says. "You have the advantage on me, even though I'd hazard a guess."

[onceaviking]

Even in his downcast state, Eric notices newcomers. At least when they're flappers.

He'd like flappers. They'd been so adventurous. Curious. Free spirited.
They'd often been on the skinny side too, but the right attitude will make up for a multitude of sins. And not enough food.

He walks closer - and hesitates.

There is something about her scent. Something familiar and yet-

[i_am_your_host]

She won't deny it -- she knew that changing into a woman would provide so many possibilities to explore, and Eric was one of them.

There's that familiar feeling on the back of her neck. Her heart begins to race, every nerve starts to tingle.

She glances over her bared shoulder, turns around...

Should she tease him? Can she fool him?

Her red lips part in a feline smile, and she leans back against the bar, inviting him to come closer.

[onceaviking]

What a charming display.

He walks closer still, all the while trying to place her scent. The scent that has suddenly gotten a lot more - interesting.

His licks his lower lip ( a pointless gesture left over from his human life) and says, "I do not believe we have met, Miss?"

It's different being on the receiving end of Eric's attention when you're a girl. He's tried numerous approaches here and what has worked best so far is a less aggressive style, so that is what he is sticking to. Smiling slightly, ducking his head a little.

Still trying to figure out why she smells so familiar.

[i_am_your_host]

What a charming display, indeed. Eric is a veritable Prince Charming compared to his usual demeanor. And it's all she can do to keep from bursting into giggles.

She affects an American accent and purrs wryly, "Oh, I think we have."

As she offers a slender hand delicately bent at the wrist, her painted lips curl in a smirk, and her dark, smoky eyes betray a familiar eagerness.

[onceaviking]

He takes the offered hand and brushes his lips across her knuckles.
"Enchante," he says - and then he adds, "Now that we are practicing foreign tongues. So you did turn into a girl."

Bodies may cheat him but the blood never does.
The eyes are a dead give away too.

He leans in and whispers, "And such a pretty one. How fortunate. For me."

[morethanprops]

Moist mainly likes Cubefall, it provides some fascinating chances to watch people try on identities and gives him ideas.

At the moment, he's looking over his options; a ferret, a woman and something that could almost be a golem if you squinted. He hasn't yet noticed the Emcee's new look but will soon.

[i_am_your_host]

Oh, but she notices him.

She lounges on a nearby bar stool, crossing her legs so that her short dress rides up her thigh.

[morethanprops]

He looks over and smiles as her dress shifts, "Hello."

[i_am_your_host]

Her red lips curve in a languid smile.

"Guten abend, Herr Spangler," she purrs, her voice sensually husky. "Need assistance making a decision?"

[morethanprops]

Her knowing his name is interesting but the accent helps him realize who this probably is, "I wouldn't turn it down though I may choose nothing and simply enjoy others' changes."

He pushes the tablet over so she can see his choices.

[electro_kinetic]

"Wow. Um," says Noriko, who is currently very male and somewhat confused over just how attractive the flapper-lady is at the moment.

"That's a hell of a getup."

[i_am_your_host]

At the voice, she turns toward him in a whirl of swinging beads and fringe.

And she grins, eyeing the young man up and down with dark, glittering eyes, thick eyelashes flickering.

"I would say the same about you, darling -- namely your hair. What an exquisite shade of blue."

[electro_kinetic]

He grins as he looks up at the fringe of bright blue.

"Well, yeah, that I kept. Normally, I'm a girl," she says in explanation, shoving chrome-colored fingers through her bangs. "And you?"

[i_am_your_host]

She notices the metallic state of Noriko's fingers but doesn't stare, still smiling at her openly.

"Well, I have no doubt that it would suit you beautifully as a girl as well," she says. "As for myself, I'm usually a man."

From the looks of her, the way she seems so comfortable in this body and even the clothes, one would think she had always been a woman.

[electro_kinetic]

"You don't seem nearly as uncomfortable in the new body as I am," she laughs. At least she's good-natured about it?

"We should try to see each other after the crazy weekend and see how things look then."

[inspector_blueeyes]

David watches her from the other side of the room with detached interest. She remind him very much of a dear friend.

[i_am_your_host]

She orders a gin, and also a cigarette, because alas, little black dresses do not have pockets and she lost her cigarette case in the change. After lighting up with a match from a matchbook, she turns around and casts her dark-eyed gaze across the room.

[inspector_blueeyes]

David is half out of his seat with a lighter when she finds the matches. "I would have offered you a light but alas I see I'm too late, Fraulein." His accent is Northern German, Essen perhaps and soft.

[i_am_your_host]

She looks up at him with a beaming, red-lipped smile. Another German!

"Well, well, mein Herr, aren't you the perfect gentleman."

Her accent is rougher, from the streets of Berlin, her voice husky from cigarettes and liquor. Some things just carry over.

[inspector_blueeyes]

"Hardly perfect as I was clearly too slow." He smiles softly, "I hope you are enjoying your evening?"