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introductory mingle: CARNIVALE

who: everyone in Riverview!
what: overflow post for the Carnivale celebration
when: July 1st - July 9th
where: Anywhere around the city.
warnings: please put any necessary warnings in the subject lines

This is not the Carnivale post. This is just a tribute.

Optional overflow post, since the Carnivale log has hit Captcha. If you don't mind Captcha, feel free to continue using the previous one, or put up a top-level on this one with links to your previous threads and continue here, free of being put to the robot test with every tag.

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"Assuming nothing went wrong, my clothes shifted with me, and should shift back when I do." Not that he would be surprised if they didn't. Put out to be sure, he liked his jacket but not surprised. "Like russian roulette but with public indecency."

And pay no attention to his leaning into Sam's touch still, because god damn but did that feel good.

"Seems like I do. Could just head off without any real stumbling around with the shift in stance and being on four feet instead of two for example. Most of it seems pretty easy to push aside, but seems like the whole package is there. Probably good for needing to really fake being a normal dog, I'd know just what to do instead of relying on questionable acting skills."

"Imagine just being like 'bark, bark', though." Sam grinned at the thought. "You would suck at pretending to be a dog. I mean, no offense, I would too- wait, can you turn other people into dogs? Or, you know, whatever?"

Look, Sam was kind of fascinated by magic. It was probably only a matter of time before he'd ask Stephen to teach him (and he would probably only make a handful of jokes about Professor Snape in the process).

"Can you eat normal food like this?"

"Hm? Well sure. It's a bit harder than doing it to yourself, especially if they don't want to be changed. How hard depends on will and experience at that point though."

Stephen tilted his head slightly in consideration, ears flopping with the motion.

"The food thing... I haven't actually tried. Mostly because the whole process of puking it up is miserable, and so far all signs point to 'no'. Like my logical mind knows that for example, pizza is good, that I liked it. But physically everything else is rebelling at the idea of putting it in my mouth. The smell, the look, the whole nine yards just works like if someone were to push my usual lunch your way and tell you to put that in your mouth." He let out a low grumble. "Hell, even thinking about it has my stomach lurching."

"I keep telling you, you need to get that shit fixed somehow," he grumbled, still scratching Stephen's ears. It was a topic that came up on a regular basis - mostly because Sam felt like he should be feeding Stephen, but he refused to touch (or contaminate his pots with) anything he was capable of eating. And with two Lokis here, something had to be possible.

"So could you turn me into a dog? Preferably a talking dog."

"Trust me when I say I'm definitely working on it." Don't mind if Stephen just is leaning further and further into that ear scratching because it's really nice and he's all for it right then.

"A dog should be no trouble, talking or not." And yes Sam it was safer to not cook the nightmare fuel because it's generally better just to toss any pans that touch it if they're not being kept specifically for Stephen's use.

"C'mon, then, do it." Although he didn't actually know if Stephen could do magic while he was a dog - but if he couldn't, then how would he turn back?

"But if I get stuck that way and have to ask Loki for help, I'm pissing on all your stuff," he added dryly. "Maybe as a dog, maybe not."

"Sure, why the hell not." He hefted himself back up on all four paws, head tilting as he considered Sam, with a vague hint of doggy grin. "Curious what sort of dog you'd wind up as anyways."

"You know I feel like I should reevaluate my life because that's not the first time someone's made that kind of threat..." Without preamble he hopped back down onto the ground, turning around to face Sam once he'd gotten a foot or so back. "But fuck it. This won't hurt, the spell's good like that, but it willitch like fuck fair warning."

And Sam's questions about how he might do magic? Answered when Stephen's tail started glowing green before it was being whipped in his direction. And true to his word, there was no pain, but when bones started shifting? It would indeed itch like hell. At least it would only take a few moments for the shift to happen once the magic takes hold.

A glowing tail? Sam opened his mouth to make fun of Stephen, but then the itching started. And Stephen was right; it did itch like hell. Sam lifted a hand to scratch, but it ended up being a paw before he even realized it. A very large paw. In fact, it was a good thing Stephen had jumped off the bench, because there wasn't much room left for him once Sam was done changing.

Sam lifted one large hind paw and scratched at his neck, sending his floppy ears flying for a moment. Then he craned his neck to look at himself. "You sure this is safe to use on other people? Cause it looks like it might have some giant side effects."

Clambering off the bench, he stood next to Stephen, looking down at the beagle. "Either that or you accidentally turned me into a small bear."

"You're... well not quite a bear. Seen people with those sorts of dogs around sometimes." He circled Sam to get a better look, more amused than anything at this point. And to make sure that everything had shifted as it should. Satisfied, he came back around.

"Newfoundlands? Supposed to be good for rescue work I heard. Like to drool." Not like that was new for big dogs, but that wouldn't stop Stephen from teasing.

Sam placed one massive paw on top of Stephen, half as a threat that he could sit on him. (He wouldn't really; he didn't want to smother him. Then he'd definitely have to get Loki to change him back.) "I'll drool on you," he huffed, then lowered his head and drew his tongue over Stephen's snout and head to make a point.

A very wet, messy point.

"Gotta say, the sense of smell is pretty amazing. Sight, not so much." There was a curious nudge in his mind as Jareth prodded at him through their bond, then a sense of exasperated disdain. The bird thought that if he was going to change shape, then he should get a set of proper wings.

It was starting to get a little crowded at the Carnivale, but Marinette was still not yet willing to head back. Still, not many people were warned by a ...beagle? She glanced around first to see if someone else was with the dog and had given the warning, and then she glanced back at the doggo in question, "... did that dog just..." She tapped her forehead, ".. come on Marinette, that can't be the strangest thing you've seen here so far..." Still the dog was going to get stepped on - or worse, scooped up by someone, if there was no owner nearby. Maybe she should keep an eye on it?

"Yes the dog 'just'." Said in an amused tone that Marinette might just find a bit familiar. It certainly brings to mind one pain in the ass magic hermit and not cute little floppy-eared beagles though!

But a beagle is what's peering up at her, head tilted slightly, ears perked as he waited to see just how she decided to react to this oddity.

That ... sounded -weirdly- familiar. But it was just a coincidence wasn't it? Still she shifted a little to crouch down closer to the Steagle, resting her hands on her knees, "Okay that I definitely didn't imagine. So either you actually did talk or there's a ventriloquist or something around here having a grand time.." She subtly scanned the area, suspicious.

"Actually now that I think of it, you even sound like a friend of mine." Oshit Steven, she said the F word. Go wash her mouth out with soup! "Haha, that's pretty weird." Cranky human man by day, cute and cuddly puppeh by night?

"Just zipped right past acquaintance to friend, hm? My grumpy disposition needs some work then, clearly I'm falling down on the job." And nope, no one around seeming to fit the 'ventriloquist' suspicion, not close enough to be heard that well if they were throwing their voice anyways.

Just the dog, who's currently plunked to sit and watch Marinette, ears flopping some as he tilted his head.

Blinkblink - and she suddenly recoils in surprise, "You're a dog??" WTF??? "How ..... were you -always- a dog? Were you a dog first and then a guy, or are you like a werewolf ..thing. I mean I already met a vampire here, but I didn't think I'd run into a werewolf--dog...uh.."

Wait wait, she feels like she's missing a step here somewhere.

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introductory mingle: CARNIVALE

Stephen Strange | Marvel 616 | OTA

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Doggypats?

So many

ALL the puppy pats!

/Watch him grumble bc it's practically required but yesss pats

HEE :D