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[snowtop]

[This is not a good day. Xanth wakes up and feels... different. Then he looks down and sees plating instead of skin, three fingers instead of five, and tentacles instead of a mouth.

Xanth has woken up as a Poleepkwa.

When he first sees himself he screams, but it comes out as more of a buzzing. Then he tries to talk, but all he can manage is stammered clicks. Whatever he is now, it couldn't talk the way humans could, and it was then that Xanth resolved to hide until this wore off. But he couldn't - e was hungry. So, he decided he would run out to the kitchen, stock up, and then run back.

But was then that he realized none of his clothes fit, and he was cold as hell.

Xanth is out and about. First, he makes a trip to the clothier's tower and grabs whatever will fit. (Unfortunately, no shoes are made to fit his new feet.) Then, he runs off to the kitchen to get breakfast and grab dinner so he won't have to come out again.

But no matter where he goes, this tall bug-alien's got an ugly, patchy, mismatched blanket wrapped around him like a cape.]

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[buildsthatwall]

[Oh good he's paying attention. Kid holds out a hand and points at his finger. Then he gets on his hands and knees and starts spelling something on the floor. If only he brought his journal with him.

S-O-A-P

He looks up at the bug man and then spells the letters out again to make sure he gets. Hopefully Buggy knows what Kid is spelling and doesn't use some strange bug alphabet.]

[eventedthree]

[Xanth does not use a strange bug alphabet, but the script he reads is quite different from... well, whatever language it is that the little guy is writing out. Xanth holds up one plated finger, then goes and grabs his own journal. Maybe the writing will translate properly?

He scribbles out one misspelled word:]

wat ?

[buildsthatwall]

[Kid's shoulders sag. Okay that's not going to work, and he thought he was being clever too. Then he sees the bug man has a journal and gets another idea.

He points to himself, then to the bug man's journal, and the pretends that he's writing something. Can he borrow that please? Kid repeats the gesture one more time to hopefully get his point across.

Next time he goes out he really has to bring his journal with him, even if he doesn't have a place to put it underneath his tightly wound blankets.]

[eventedthree]

[Xanth hands the journal and quill down to the little guy, feeling relieved and a little triumphant over the language barrier. Miming - who says it's for chumps?]

[buildsthatwall]

[They could totally rock at charades.

The Kid takes the journal and nods before writing something down in it and handing it back.]

Where is the soap?

[eventedthree]

[As Xanth reads, his eyes widen and his antennae flick back and forth excitedly. Okay! He knows where the soap is! And gods does this kid need it. Xanth scrawls out a reply.]

baracks in the bathroom

no towels in there tho

towels are in the linnins

[buildsthatwall]

[Kid lets out a sigh of relief. Finally he can wash this stink off of him. Hopefully there's plenty of soap down there because this is one big stink he's carrying.

Towels are good too. He's going to toss this blanket as soon as he can. There's just no saving this thing now.

He nods his head and gives the bug man another thumbs up then starts to leave.]

[eventedthree]

[Xanth gives another thumbs up in reply and lets him go.

That's one small step for Xanth, one giant leap for the relief of odors everywhere!]