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[whydogs]

Name: Jill Stingray
Date: 12/12
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Anyone know how to use magic to fix a door that was ripped from its hinges?

Asking for myself.

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[hallucinogem]

[aaaand the last step, at least for now, is to glue those cut-off dowels in place, and it just so happens Entrapta has a glue gun in there, too. cool. okay. Em focuses on that for a moment, making sure there's more than enough to actually repair the frame and patch up any of those destroyed holes. when she's done, she looks back at Jill and cocks her hip with the glue gun still in her hand.]

Careful or you're gonna fall asleep standing up. I guess tearing up a door takes a lot out of you. [she turns her head up, idly thinking about the kinds of things she's seen so far.] Let's see. You don't have feathers or scales or fur that you're letting me see, so that knocks out a whole bunch of them all at once. That either means faerie, which I think is some kind of illusion thing, or... vampire? I think?

[she comes close to tapping her chin with the tip of the gun, but feels the heat coming off and pulls away at the last second. that's one hell of a way to get her heart racing.]

Any fun new thoughts on blood?

[whydogs]

I...

[Her eyes went wide for a moment once the suggestion had been made. Jill had done her research on the types of Monsters one could turn into. The fact that she hadn't shown any external changes was the main reason why she'd been stumped.

But the idea of a vampire...

It made a frightening amount of sense and the blanks were rapidly beginning to fill in for her.]

I-I haven't given it much t-thought. But sometimes after I eat a meal I still feel... hungry.

[She really didn't like this.]

[hallucinogem]

Oh yeah?

[well, let it never be said Emerald hasn't helped someone out, even if she's not especially happy about how she's doing it. she doesn't want to have been right.]

What kind of hungry? For even more food than you just ate, or for... you know. [and with her free hand this time, she pokes two fingers at the side of her neck spaced about fang-width apart.] Because if it's just blood, you could eat your meat blue, right?