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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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[heavyweaponsbot]

[All right. So he's human again. Hooray.]

[He's human, his hip hurts, and the clothing he'd gathered on the Elegante is conspicuously absent from his room.]

[Yeah, this'll be fun.]

[Ironhide is moving by virtue of sheer stubborn willpower. That, and a big, heavy stick he found lying in the hallway. Everyone's always mentioning some 'clothing tower' or whatever. So he might as well try to find it.]

[willruleitall]

[Veronica is stumbling around the Keep, trying to get used to the large wings on her back. Reluctant to rip her own shirt to fit her wings, she heads over to the clothier's tower to find a shirt she can rip the back off of so she at least has something to wear.

She's on her way out when she runs into Xanth. She doesn't even bother to hide her staring.]

What the hell?

[buildsthatwall]

[The Kid feels naked, partly because he is. His close don't fit him anymore so he's had to wrap himself in his blanket to keep himself covered. All that can be seen of him are two great big yellow eyes.

The other part is because he's no longer big enough or strong enough to carry his hammer. Sure he can still carry his pistols around with him, but it's not the same as having his old friend with him.

After sitting in his room for a bit he had to leave. That stink was overpowering him and he just couldn't take it anymore. Of course when he got outside and could still smell it there he realized that it was coming from him. Now he just needed to find a way to wash it off.]