[ Joruk is looking a bit pale. His fangs aren't obvious.]

This sucks. Uh... literally. I can't do my job in this condition. The sun kinda hurts and horses freak out when I try to approach them.

Can't really blame them. They're starting to look tasty, and they're not meat horses.

[The feed shows a rather annoyed white haired teen who seems to be stuck in a bathtub. A blue scaly tail can barely be seen flicking annoyed behind him]

So ...anyone else having issues.....Like growing odd apendages?

Who: Trahearne and Tannusen
What: Dumb tiger is a hobo, Trahearne tries to convince him not to do that.
Where: Somewhere in Fayren

( Cats never sleep where they're supposed to. )

[Chiaki hadn't eaten since the change, she really did not want to eat at all as it meant drinking blood and she honestly didn't want to bite anyone that she cared for, nor did she want to really want to bite anyone. But she switched on the feed as she was currently laying on her side more pale than usual as she was trying to smile.]

Hey, I hope everyone is doing okay? [She knew she wasn't but she could hope for others at least.]

I mean, changing into something else isn't a good thing, but... I'm sure it could at least be worse also, don't you think?

[Her stomach soon grumbles slightly as she sighs slightly.]

Also if one happens to be a vampire, is there anything else one can eat besides blood?

[Soma's been in the cities for a grand total of three days, and he's already tired of the tiny studio apartment. He's been informed that the cash he was given could conceivably get him another place - but that it would be just as tiny, just as soulless. In short? He needs to find someplace to get more. Which is why he's currently walking through the door of the Cloak and Dagger, a pack slung over one shoulder with all of his current worldly possessions in it. All the stuff that wouldn't fit in his pockets, anyway. Apparently, whatever magic powered his hammerspace pockets objected to handling completely mundane objects - they simply fell through his coat like his pockets had great big gaping holes in them.]

[Now that he's here, though, he almost wishes he wasn't. There is something decidedly off about this shop, and even the city of Everglade itself, but he can't for the life of him put his finger on what. He can feel his own power rising in defense against possible aggression, though he doesn't even know which way to look for it.]

Uh... hi? Anyone about? I'm here about the job offer...

[he's been isolating himself for a while, too much going on. He's been too long out of the mists and is longing for it again. The silence. The deepness. But now... He can't help but notice...]

Such strange things have been happening. People have been changing. Don't you think that's terrifying? Turning into something against your will... I feel sympatthy for anyone affected by this... what is it? Is it a curse of some kind? Is there anything anyone can do? Is there a way to keep from being affected? I need to know I haven't left the house in days. I have no groceries. Is there a charm or a spell to prevent it? or should I just run?

[This was insanity.

He had gone mad, clearly. A mixture of not-sleeping and his general demeanor had obviously led to some kind of psychotic break.

Waking up in that...that /thing/, the box with a new phone and the necklace-thing and the pamphlet that attempted to explain what was going on...

Right. He had to wake up. It was a dream, and nothing more.

But how? Bashing one's head against the wall probably would attract attention. Maybe he should just, as they say, 'roll with it.' It was a pleasant-enough looking dream, and highly detailed. He should expect nothing less from his own brilliant mind.

Yes, that was it. His mind was clever enough to come up with this entire concept, even providing him with a phone and everything. Clearly he'd miscalculated on the amount of sleep he needed over the last few cases and was now catching up.

That was fine. In the meantime, he would enjoy this construct of his mind.

Sherlock Holmes, you outdid yourself again, he thought, amused and pleased by how real everything seemed, as he walked along.]


(Meet the most-certainly-not-arrogant Sherlock Holmes! Open to everyone!)

[Tannusen is laying on his back on a floor somewhere, his long, pale blond hair splayed out around him. The camera is held up above him and also where he has to tilt his head back to look up at it. He's in his casual garb.]

Wah, I change shape. Wah, I am predator now. Wah, typing is hard with paws. Wah, I am a tiny fairy suddenly.

Hello, temporary changelings. It is I, a man you don't know. Ask questions!

I may even answer with the truth. Sometimes. For fun!

[ Hi all. Guess who is waving from the morgue. There are no bodies or horror-esque messes around, she cleaned up first. ]

I'm starting a blood drive to help all those in need. Just because you're part of the monster squad now doesn't mean you have to murder. Come to Genessia General and ask for Olivia Moore if you have any new peculiar eating habits you need to take care of, I'm more than happy to save a life by feeding one. I've already got the hospital administrator's permission.

[ At least for the blood. The other stuff she's not mentioning.. well, that'll be a conversation for when someone arrives if it comes to that. ]