and if omens are a god send like men, OPEN

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Who: Tinya Wazzo and you?
What: Event shenanigans
When: April 8th through the 15th
Where: Jungle Level, Catacombs

Content Warnings: fire, zombies, animal transformations

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Part One, Perking Up

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Tinya was trying to find the catch. There had to be some kind of catch, no way was surviving this going to be so easy.

She sneezed a couple of times, assuming it was because of the dust in the air. But her skin felt overly-sensitized and her tummy rumbled, even though she knew she wasn't hungry.

So Tinya kept moving, barely noticing as her eyesight grew sharper and if she'd looked in a mirror, she'd have seen that they were now blue cat eyes. Her hearing grew more sensitive and the feeling of her skin tingling only grew more intense. She really needed a mirror to see that her ears had turned into cheetah ears and her face had gotten the markings to go with them.

But she needed no mirror to see that fur had grown along the outside of her arms and legs, her nails seemed more like claws than fingernails, and--was that a tail?!

It was, in fact, a tail.

So it would be rather easy to stumble upon Tinya, who'd slumped down until she was on her knees, sitting on her heels, idly stroking the long, spotted tail she'd grown.

She loved cats of all kinds. That didn't mean she wanted to become a cat.

When that somebody did stumble (literally if one likes) over Tinya, she raises her head and asks, "Am I going mad or am I a--a. A cheetah? I guess? Please feel free to tell me if I am seeing and feeling things which aren't there, that would actually be way more reassuring than what I'm seeing right now"

Part Two, Catacombs

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She couldn't help screaming when she felt herself dragged through the ground, everything smelling of death and rot, and left to drop on the floor of what looked like her nightmare. Bgztl had catacombs for the high society families, only theirs was lined with pale blue marble everywhere, the floor and the ceiling and the walls, names of her foremothers etched into the walls.

This was the polar opposite of that. When she saw the giant homage to the Moss King, it was all she could do to not spit. This was utterly unlike anything she'd ever seen before and to say that she was not happy would be putting it mildly.

At least she found supplies, all nice and neat in a backpack. So what was this, the Moss King's idea of a joke? Go out there like some kind of adventurer archaeologist, figuring stuff out as she went? Fine. She'd been through worse.

At least that's what she'd thought.

((OOC: Individual (mis)adventures will be posted as prompts below this one, but feel free to wildcard finding Tinya in one stage of tantrum or another in the first room))

CALLING FIRE

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Tinya liked to think she was no fool. She saw the dark figures within the house, staring at her. That by itself was beyond strange. If they were the house's inhabitants, surely they'd be screaming, trying to break open the windows to get out, something? But there was nothing.

That was when the door burst open and she could hear a woman screaming. She muttered "damnit" under her breath and plunged into the house. To her surprise, the fire didn't touch her any more than the fire she could summon did. She'd burned to death before. She really, really didn't want smoke inhalation get her this time.

So, she started to search the house methodically, rushing as quickly as she could because those...whatever, she didn't want to fight unless she had to, praying to the Mistress that whomever was in the house would be found quickly.

She could already feel some of her strength leave her.

((OOC: feel free to find her searching, pull her out, or die with her!))

[dynatox]

Altruism wasn't an innate quality of Terry's; it was something he really had to cultivate and even then it was...calculated. Perhaps that's why he didn't run into the house himself at first, but although he's no selfless hero he couldn't just let Tinya die in there.

He has his Special Ops training to carry him through and he's been through worse things than a house on fire. He's crouched down low to the ground with his shirt pulled over his nose and mouth to filter out some of the smoke, but there's still no time to screw around.

"We're leaving. There's nobody here," he says, reaching out to take her by the hand (or by the arm, if she declines to leave without a fight).

(CW: underage alcohol, flirtation)

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Altruism was a cultivated quality of Tinya's. Her family (what was left of it, anyway) was the oldest of the old money on her planet and they were used to doing as they pleased, at the expense of others.

Her own mother had used her as a spy, banking on her warmth and kindness to get information out of others. And when that didn't work, mother said, get them drunk and flirt. That always did the trick.

She's immune to the fire, being a coldblood, but she could feel herself growing weaker and weaker by the moment. That was when she saw him, feeling gratitude coming off her in waves.

"I--I know. I just had to look," she said, taking his hand, casting a brief glance behind.

As soon as they're out, she says "Thank you. I owe you my life, probably. I just...couldn't help myself."

TIL DEATH DO WE PART

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To say that Tinya had skeletons in her closet would be putting it mildly. Her husband, her son, her mother, her great-great grandmother, her great-grandmother, her father, Saturn Girl, Brin. And worst of all, Phase. Her other self, the one whose mind and memories Tinya had repressed viciously in order to control their body.

What she hadn't expected was to find them with her down here. Down here was the last place she wanted anyone to be. Except maybe Saturn Girl, she would gladly damn the other woman to the eternal Void if she had the power to do so. What Saturn Girl had done to her and her husband couldn't be forgotten. Or forgiven.

So she felt trapped. Trapped. The past would never let her go easily, she'd always known that. She had her duties. To the Legion, to her family, to her planet. She was only grateful that no one from the other place was there, but she'd known she'd never see any of them again.

That left Tinya, her fists clenched so tightly the nails were biting into her flesh. Small droplets of Coldblood dripping out, forming into little, blue stones. Eyes wide, her expression warring between horror and rage.

((OOC: feel free to have your character shake her out of her indecision anger and help her figure out what it is she needs to do))