Hellfly! Eska is a boy. Tiki blames the Queen. Tim blames the Landlord. Guppy is drunked at.

[femme-wizard.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Eska is very very ill.]

A wizard staggers awkwardly down the stairs, gripping a staff with white knuckles. He glares around the bar, angry, confused, and just a little scared.

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[rebelfaerie.livejournal.com]

Tiki, of course, has been watching, fearing mean Puck to do something. And so now she flies over, somewhat frantic.

"Lady, Lady! I saw and I was worried and, and...

What can I do???

Can I help you??"

Nevermind that The Nice "Lady" is not really a Lady. Tiki knows it's The Nice Lady in there. That's not changed, despite how it looks. So, she calls her "Lady."

[femme-wizard.livejournal.com]

Eska reels around to face Tiki.

"What..." her voice sounds so wrong. Too deep, scratchy, alien... "I can't undo it. Is this faerie magic?"

Puck.

[rebelfaerie.livejournal.com]

Tiki ignores the voice, although she does kind of inwardly cringe.

"...Faerie magic? No. I mean, I've never seen faerie magic like this. And a faerie wouldn't do this to you. Only The Queen is this mean. And The Queen doesn't care about humans.

Only..."

Tiki gasps.

"Only if The Queen was here and knew that you are my friend and that you protect me."

[femme-wizard.livejournal.com]

"It's wrong," Eska insists. "It's horrid and it's heavy and it doesn't feel right. Could she have done it?"

[rebelfaerie.livejournal.com]

"It is wrong," Tiki agrees, nodding.

"And she might've. I'm really not sure what she can do. She has unlimted power, a lot of hatred, and she's very cruel."

Voice trembling a bit, "Have you seen any wasps around here?"

[femme-wizard.livejournal.com]

"There might be some outside," Eska says, irritably. "I don't know, I haven't looked, I can't feel them. I can't feel anyone..." a note of panic rises in her voice.

[rebelfaerie.livejournal.com]

"Shh...You don't understand.

Wasps are a sign of The Queen. She never goes anywhere without them. Her thone is made out of wasps. That is why faeries are so terrified of them.

If there are wasps, The Queen is here. They wouldn't be outside, because The Queen had to be inside to do this to you - if she did.

She might've even had the wasps do her work for her. I don't know. I don't know how her magic works."

[femme-wizard.livejournal.com]

"I haven't seen any wasps," Eska says. Was there something else?

"What about that other one? The one who we know is here?"

[rebelfaerie.livejournal.com]

"Yes.

He was my first thought, but then you mentioned faeries.

Either way, we need to figure out what happened and fix it."

[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy glances over from where he is at the bar with a small flamingo.

"Are you Eska, or did you steal her hat?"

[femme-wizard.livejournal.com]

Eska turns round frantically to face him.

"Guppy," she says, her voice raspy and hoarse. "It's me."

[guppy_sandhu]

He stares for a second, then realises that's very impolite.

"Sorry. Didn't realise you could...er... change like that. Are you okay?"

[femme-wizard.livejournal.com]

"I can't," she snaps. "I wouldn't. What's the point? This has been done to me."

[guppy_sandhu]

He jumps a little as she snaps.

Well how was I supposed to know?

"This is Milliways, Eska. I don't know what you can and can't do. I'm sorry. Do you know how it happened?" he asks, slightly timidly, expecting to get his head bitten off again, but casually as if asking a patient exactly how they managed to superglue themselves to a door handle.

[femme-wizard.livejournal.com]

"I know it's Milliways. I haven't lost my mind as well as my body. And I don't know what happened. I changed in the middle of a conversation."

[guppy_sandhu]

"I wasn't suggesting you had." he says hastily, wondering if there is any way to be helpful and/or supportive to Esk without making her cross.
"Were you thinking about being...er... different?"

[femme-wizard.livejournal.com]

"No, I was thinking about being Bound. Prospero and I were talking about..." her voice trails off. "I'm Bound because this was going to happen?"

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim floats up on his board, trying to hide a grin.*

Why hello there.

[femme-wizard.livejournal.com]

Just the person she wanted to see.

"Tim!" she croaks, relieved. "Can you undo this?"

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim sniffs, frowns, and sniffs again.*

Undo what?

[femme-wizard.livejournal.com]

She eyes him.

"This, Tim. I can't get a hold of my morphogenic field. I want my body back."

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*He holds out one hand, and sniffs. His hands curls, as if feeling something.*

Esk?

[femme-wizard.livejournal.com]

"Yes, Tim," she confirms, a little exasperated. "Someone's hit me with an unwilling transfiguration."

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

Hmm.

*Tim steps back, looking her over. He holds out his right hand and an ancient battle scarred obsidian staff appears in his hands. Even a normal would be able to register the power in this object, and to a wizard, it screams of power. Tims clothes change, from normal working stuff to a long flowing white robe trimmed with golden runes. His hair extends, a wild mane of white hair down past his shoulders, and on his face too, a neatly trimmed beard to his belt.He speaks, in a voice of dread command.*

Le forze di magia, assistono al vostro padrone.

*There is a pause in the bar, For a moment, everything that is not intelligent stops, listening to Tim. It seems almost as if the universe outside has stopped it's destruction to listen as well.*

Circondi questo uomo, tessuto nella sua energia.

*And tendrils of light lash out from every surface, striking into Esk, burying themselves in her very soul, winding colors that reach into her morphic field.*

E restituiscalo alla sua forma naturale!

*And the lights flare into a startling brilliance, ripping into her soul to attempt to straighten it. For several minutes, the spell flashes and flares, before dying out. A thin cloud of smoke is left around Esk. But does no change.*

[femme-wizard.livejournal.com]

Eska has her eyes scrunched in discomfort the entire time, and as the magic fades, she looks down, hopefully, and visibly slumps. She wipes the rather greasy feeling of someone else's magic off her hand on to the side of her robe.

"That's a no, then?"