DUNGEON LOG - SILVEREAGLE MANOR

[phantasmods]

The day of the expedition dawns bright and early - are you all packed? Extra socks stowed in your hammerspace or with a hammerspace-wielding friend? Because - as the androids will tell you before you leave - this expedition is going to be a bit longer than usual.

After all, Silvereagle Manor is quite far in the mountains - even from Incendia, a slightly nearer starting point than Keystone Station, it's almost a full day's journey by glider. The vehicle that leads the way - piloted by Tau as before - is a bit bigger and clunkier than usual. Muon swoops around the main group of gliders at random, a yellow streak in the rain, while Neutrino - in a grey and black checkered glider - brings up the rear.

The reason why is revealed shortly after it lands, as spiderlike legs unfold from the sides of where Tau has carefully landed it just inside the gates of the manor. Within half an hour, a large canopy - almost too much to be called a tent - has unfolded, providing shelter from the rain and a place outside of the manor itself for everyone to sleep.

After all, even before you reach the boundaries of the base camp - floored by ivy tangles that the androids are rapidly working to clear to reveal the paving stones beneath - you'll notice that not all is right with yourself. And the far side of the tent, away from the gate, is within not only the main Fissure, but a Subfissure as well - they certainly seem to be becoming more common.

Perhaps more relevant, though, is the feeling that, once you pass beyond the plastic barrier of the canopy, you've entered into a ghost story...

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BASE CAMP

[phantasmods]

[As described above, your base camp is a large plastic canopy, with clear walls and a dark grey roof. It's large enough to sleep everyone, though it might be a bit of a tight fit once newcomers start trickling in.

It's also worth noting that the three androids accompanying you have also changed species! Muon is a bulky, rune-covered construct of some sort with enough weapons built in to really earn the name Warforged, Tau is a shiny chrome canine of some sort (a Chee), and Neutrino is... human?

Well, appearances can be deceiving, as some of our other robot residents might well know. They can usually be found around the camp - in particular, Muon seems to be having entirely too much fun clearing ivy with her new arm-mounted blades.]

[fifthreplacement]

[You know what is not entirely fun to suddenly have? Better hearing and eyesight than you're used to.

A little while after landing, Sync is just going to be sitting in as quiet a corner of camp as he can find and sitting with his hands over his eyes. He might've looked at a bright area and gotten briefly blinded. Anyone who comes anywhere near him, unless they're unnaturally silent, will be noticed though, as very much cat ears prick up and point at them even though he doesn't move otherwise. The tip of his tail that's now lying beside him is flicking irritably.

Being a Miqo'te kinda sucks, in Sync's opinion.

He's also around base camp a little more than usual compared to the last two dungeons. Mostly because it's easier to find quieter places here. Being a cat, he's kinda prone to napping in a little more unusual places. Several of which are Up. If you're making a lot of noise, you might occasionally get a small pebble tossed at you from somewhere up high and get grumbled at]

[bloodyashes]

[Asch is a Dhracian, which is a fantasy race that's so far into niche interests that the series, Elizabeth Haydon's Symphony of Ages, doesn't even have a wiki. What you need to know - wind-element cave dwellers, with large eyes, four throats (don't ask me how this one works), and extremely sensitive skin with extremely obvious veins, particularly on the neck and face. Their skin allows them to read air currents to an extremely accurate degree, and they can manipulate them with the whole bizarre throat thing, though that takes training Asch doesn't have and he's mostly going to sound slightly like he's multiple people speaking at once.

Because of how his particular magical nonsense works, Asch still has all his normal powers, and he of course has his signature red hair. His body type is a lot leaner, his fingers in particular looking almost skeletal, but the facial changes - larger eyes designed to make use of minimal light, and the intense veins on his face and neck - are the most obvious differences.]

Entrance Garden

[You can forget the manor for now, it's the lamp posts that have Asch's attention. He's clambered onto the base of one, and seems to be judging if the ivy will bear his weight the rest of the way up to look at the light flickering at the top. After a moment's consideration, he goes for it - scrambling up to the top of the twenty-foot lamp post with the ease of someone who is used to grabbing for handholds to climb any number of weird spots.

Before too long, he's sitting on the top of the lamp-post, looking entirely too pleased with himself. He can be found here quite a bit of the time it isn't raining, overlooking the base camp and grounds.

When it is raining, you can probably find him sitting on the stairs under the safety of the balcony instead, often eating or paging through an old-looking book in leather covers. It seems that outside of sleeping, he's avoiding the activity of people at the base camp, at least for now.]

First and second floors

[And within the manor itself, he's quieter than usual, almost pensive. Those with keen eyes might notice that there's almost an air of jumpiness to him, especially when he's away from the ballroom's constant music.

(He can, in fact, be found lurking near the edges of the ballroom, and if you need a rescue, here's a dashing hero who, surprisingly enough, can waltz.)

Also of note is his new acquisition - in addition to his usual hip sword, there's a truly ridiculously sized sword strapped over his back, now, the blade lacking in any kind of sheath. The metal of it isn't quite black, but a gunmetal color, save for the cutting edge on one side which gleams a metallic red. The damn thing is nearly as long as Asch himself is tall, and kitted at an angle, but he doesn't seem to have any problems with the weight.]

Third floor

[Sneaking past guards? That's pretty much the name of Asch's game, and he's very surprisingly quick-footed and good at it, even though logic says that the huge sword on his back or his boots should be making some kind of noise.

Truthfully, with the practiced way he moves and the dark clothes he's suddenly wearing, he very much looks the part of an assassin or heist-story robber - it's not quite a catsuit but it's similarly tight, with combat boots and a hat restraining his hair. The thing that's most likely to give him away?

A sudden burst of music, of course.]

Garden

[fullmoonfool]

[Minako is trying to not spend too much time in the gardens, but seeing someone perched on top of one of the lights catches her attention, blinking up at the other red-head]

Good view from up there? [She smiles, something apparently still entirely possible despite having a beak, waving a little with one wing-hand]

[fifthreplacement]

[Sync is a Miqo'te. He looks pretty much like himself, only instead of human ears, he has cat ears, and a long green tail. His nails are also clawed, and the pupils of his eyes have gone from being round to slits]

A - The front gardens (honesty sub-fissure)

[The idea of Fissure effects is starting to become a little more 'normal' now, as an idea. But as Sync wasn't here during the previous transformation Fissures, the idea that said effects can change him was only that - an idea.

Upon finding out the sensation when they arrive, he's rather disliking it a lot in general. It's weird walking when you have a tail you're not used to.

He's mostly ignoring that though, in favour of flicking his ears near constantly and trying to ignore the damn humming that's everywhere in the gardens. When you're made of sound fonons, humming is horrible. He growls softly as he walks]

I hate this Fissure already. Humming when you're sensitive to sound. This world is stupid.

B - The library

[Any sane person would use the ladders to climb the shelves in the library. Sync agrees, and has used one to get up to the higher shelves.

Once up there though, he is more than content to casually climb across the shelves at maximum height, occasionally stopping to crouch and perch, ears flicking back and forth as he either listens and observes the place, or checks out whatever books are currently near him. A few times he also climbs on top of the bookshelves and walks across the top of them because he can.

Sometimes the hallways between shelves are getting in the way though, so if you're walking between them, you might get a hell of a shock as Sync casually leaps down from the top shelves to the floor, landing in a crouch with ease.

He may or may not sometimes wait specifically for someone to be there before he leaps down. Sure, he could just leap between the top of the bookshelves, but. It's fun, okay]

A

[plentyfriendly]

<Well, we can agree on that much even if the reason is different.>

[Considering Sync's enhanced hearing, it's just as well that Phi can't talk. Whatever she "says" is coming across psychically instead.

Considering she was turned into some alien deer-centaur-thing with extra eyes and no mouth, Phi's reason for being more than a little Done with this fissure already is likely evident.]

[redmeguca]

Ground Floor
[Rather than a fancy dress, or even a suit, Kyoko finds herself in shining armor, including barding for her horse half.]

Seriously? We're really doing this?

Second Floor
[The costume effect of this floor left Kyoko in a cherry pink pajama top (the bottom wouldn't fit on her new lower body) with her hair down from its usual ponytail. This may not be your immediate concern as she got locked in one of the rooms and has decided to buck it open.]

Library
[Kyoko isn't too interested in most of the books, but she is interested in the bookbugs. She'll be playing with the critters whenever possible, and laughing over how weird they look. She's far from the squeamish type.]

Basement
[Kyoko's Soul Gem led her here, sensing large amounts of magic.
She quickly finds the crystal, and sets to trying to figure out what that power is doing, if anything.]

second floor

[daughterofthemark]

[Arianna, whose car parts have changed to look considerably more plastic-y, picks what is clearly the best possible moment to walk by. Did she just hear a noise from that door? Clearly she should wait here a moment and see if it happens again...]

[burninglight]

[a; garden subfissure; metamorphosis no.1]

[The transformation was...a little jarring, to say the least. Ardyn became a tall and lanky rabbit--dark violet in color, with stark white hair just as messy as ever. The shirt and pants he wore seemed to be the only thing that really made him uncomfortable about the situation; they left a whole mess of scars out in the open on his upper body. He rubbed uncovered arms with clawed hands a little self-consciously. Maybe he could cover it with illusion magic if he needed to...ah, well. The stilettos were a bit more of a concern; not really his style of heels, honestly.]

[b; third floor; marble gallery]

[A place where stealth was the name of the game, hm? Good thing he was dressed appropriately for just such a predicament. How'd he fit the ears under the hood? Who knows.]

[If someone were, perchance, cornered by one of the patrolling armor guards? There was a very good chance a streak of black would drop from the ceiling to land directly on top of it and tackle the suit of armor to the ground. Which made it a perfect time for a quick escape.]

[c; library; i am the wind]

[Tall shelves were nothing to a Lucis Caelum and even less to an assassin. Ardyn went about wandering around collecting books--still in the assassin's gear, but at least with the hood pulled down. Eventually he'd stick a pile in the Armiger and take out a dagger, tossing it up as high as he could to stick in the higher points of the bookshelves. In a flash of magenta and a brief afterimage he was hanging from the blade with one hand, looking none too bothered by the height and instead examining the volumes kept a little higher up.]

[...He also seemed very unbothered by the idea of falling. More than that, eventually he'd be found sitting on the very top of one such bookshelf paging through his apparent discoveries.]

[d; basement; strange bloodline]

[Upon sneaking into the basement...because of course he was going to, why would he not...Ardyn found something that did bother him. Dressed in wildly different clothes, long rabbit ears were pinned back as if ready for a fight as he stared wide-eyed at the crystal embedded in the floor. He wanted to turn around, leave, and barricade the door with everything not nailed down...but he was too frozen to really react. What the hell was this? Why did it seem so much like the old Steyliff mausoleum?]

[...Why was it always godsdamned Crystals?]

[e; wildcard; the final toccata]

[remember how overpowered viera assassins were in ffta? fun times.]

A, of course

[bloodyashes]

[With those big ears, it's not at all hard to hear Asch crossing the ivy. The scars Ardyn's covered in get barely a second glance; the heels, on the other hand...]

You could not pay me to do any kind of exploring in those.

[fullmoonfool]

[Rito Minako is a red bird in the style of these guys. Yes, her wings are also her arms and hands. Somehow it works]

I - Honestly, Honesty (heavy warnings for Persona 3 spoilers and all that stuff associated with it)

[Leaning against the hotel out of the rain and watching the garden is almost...its calming, in a way. She sort of wishes she could listen to her music, but her headphones aren't exactly easy to wear with this new look she's sporting.

But the humming sound and the rain are music in their own way, aren't they?]

This rain reminds me of the storm...right before everything went wrong...

[She sighs heavily, looking down for a moment. It's clear that there's a lot on her mind...and for once, she might actually talk about it. Because that humming sure is a prompting thing]

II - A Bone Dancer

[How do you put a bird into a glitzy costume? It's tricky, but this place has managed it, putting her in a very pale pink dress that glitters with every move she makes.

Which is currently a lot, because Minako has found a couple of the skeletons, and when faced with skeletons that want to dance and just want attention...well, she'll just dance with them as she explores]

I'm not sure I was expecting this, but it's less creepy than the alternative!

[At least it's not a conga line?]

III - Flying in the Library

[The library being two floors is actually a place where Minako decides to try something out. She is a bird after all. But flying outside seemed like a bad idea, especially since it was raining initially, so instead, she finds an area in the library and starts working out if she can use her wings to fly]

I know they work as hands and arms, but they're still wings when you think about it...

[Maybe if she just runs down a corridor flapping them it'll work?]

III

[thedarkheir]

[Surprisingly, or not sure given he seem to be some kind of bat - Soma was eerily quiet in flight, only making a slight 'flumpf' noise as he lands, tucking his wings around his shoulders]

I think it should work...? Would you like some help, I've flown before.

[riderofcharlemagne]

[Astolfo is now a fairy, standing at only a few inches, accompanied with a pink and sparkly glow that persists wherever Astolfo goes. The horse, Rabicano, is also now just a humble rabbit, and thankfully not on fire or anything of the sort.]

Entrance gardens

[Being small presents a new array of excitement and hazards and, once gotten to grips with flying, Astolfo is flitting around the garden with absolute delight at experiencing the world from a new, tinier perspective.

However, this new form also attracts the attention of...larger, more tubular creatures. Follow the sounds of tiny yelping, and you'll find Astolfo simultaneously trying to run away from and get closer to the wiggly thing.]

Ground floor

[Now in an outfit that's the appropriately aesthetically balanced, Astolfo flits around the ballroom. It's kind of a struggle to dance when you're only a couple of inches tall, but those spectres are still going at it, spinning and waltzing the fairy in circles, pushing his unnaturally bountiful energy levels to the absolute limit.]

Third floor

[As the magic wills it, Astolfo's now dressed for maid duties. Thankfully, it's not hard to slip past the armored guards when you can literally slip through their fingers - it's just keeping them from chasing you up which is the problem. Don't mind Astolfo and Rabicano sprinting for their tiny lives down the hallway.]

Library

[You know those dusters you've been seeing about, keeping the place clean? The ones that don't really want to be disturbed?

Astolfo's gonna disturb them.

Attempt to wrangle one, even.

Though libraries are a sacred grounds of silence, it's interrupted by very tiny yelling, and not just because this place is crawling with horrifically large silverfish.]

Gardens

[photoshooter]

Astolfo! What are you doing?

[What... where is that voice even coming from? Seems as low down to the ground as Astolfo would be if he couldn't fly, but that's silly, isn't it?]

[have_hat_will_travel]

[Pidonus now appears to be a human - wings gone, chest noticeably smaller, and... Feeling very awkward about the fact that she now needs food, water, and sleep. However, she's not just a human, but a weaponshifter... So to someone she trusts, she could be a really handy ally as a sword that can still use Bardic music???]

---

[Entrance Gardens]

[Pidonus is shuffling around here, as if afraid to go into the manor proper, for no shortage of time. As yet she's not aware of the subfissure effect. Please, bother her!]

---

[Second Floor]

[One of the many, many limitations of being human was a slightly lower Strength score... Which made it rather difficult to try and steal an entire bed. But, portal ring active by the wall, that's exactly what Pidonus is trying to do! (The thing's huge, and that's giving her ideas.)

... She could use some help. Especially because the revealing lingerie she's in right now is making it kind of hard to get a solid grip on the ground.]

---

[Library]

[Pidonus has made it here... And just. Stopped. Looking up at the books as if in a melancholy. Maybe someone can ask her about that?]

Entrance Gardens

[redmeguca]

[Kyoko's presence is going to be exceedingly obvious during her time here, as hooves aren't exactly quiet. She enters the garden, but stops when she sees Pidonius. Something compels her to blurt out-]

I used to be afraid of you. Still kind of am.

[There's a beat before Kyoko realizes what she said.]

Oh crap, why did I say that?

[motherfucking_ghost]

[In the front garden, you might see something black looming between shadows, or the glint of eyes in the dark. Or you might just see a big wolfman climbing up the tilted statue in the center to get a good look. You might hear howling--or, no, is that singing? To go along with the humming noise...feeling, thing, sensation in and around everyone. Maybe tell Church to stop being weird and creepy. Or to get down from there and stop chasing after the shadow birds!

But around in the rear garden is another story. He huffs at the greenhouse for a few minutes before breaking one of the remaining windowpanes. He takes a look inside for just a moment before moving on. Until he's not moving on, because there are needly vines around one of his doggy ankles, and a vicious looking rose ready to monch! ...Thankfully, it's still just a flower, and he's a big bad wolf, and decapitating flowers with a swipe of his claws is nothing. He has to sit for a little bit while the numbness wears off, but...he goes to town on some more of the roses until he's got a little bouquet of them.

On the first floor, he suddenly finds himself with a fancy accessory around his neck. He whines and tugs and scratches at it a few times, but meh. He definitely investigates the music at some point--and thus, the ballroom. Who wants to dance with the puppy in the pale moonlight? You might also find him grabbing a bunch of possibly more expensive looking bits and bobs--a painting here, or china from a dining room, whatever hasn't already been looted in the past. But then he's just got...an armful of stuff. It doesn't go anywhere. He doesn't seem to have armiger access right now? Huh. That's weird. (Or maybe good. He'd be summoning steaks all the time.) What's he supposed to do, just leave all this stuff? Lame!

He makes it to the library at some point. The armor guards suck...but he doesn't need to ninja past them when he can bowl them over and leap down the hall. It sucks because they might be hollow, but they're still metal, and throwing oneself bodily at metal...sucks. Everything sucks. This library's so fucking huge, he doesn't even know where to start looking, and his nose is so big and sensitive, he just keeps sneezing at all the dust. And climbing up the mega tall bookshelves? Disturbs more dust. It ruffles him from ears to tail--a tail that's sticking out of the skirts of the bottom half of a maid outfit. It looks like there might have been a top to it at one point...but there sure isn't now.

He even gets all the way up to the tower, but he can't...figure out how to work the runes because magical bullshit is magical bullshit. But he's interested in some of the more modern space-y stuff! Someone was looking for proof of Someone Else out there. Hm. In his experience, not the smartest move. You might find him napping up here at some point, though, a weird curled up beast snoozing along a wall.

And of course he ends up in the basement. Looking around, easily bashing open doors, and staring at the glowstone embedded in the floor in front of what's obviously some kinda human sacrifice altar.] Nice lighting effects. [Who wants to touch the stone, he does.]

basement

[riderofcharlemagne]

[Here's someone else who wants to touch the stone, excitedly hovering around it.]

What is that?

[shipoutofluck]

[Eizen is still looking mostly human, but with a lot more... dragon-y features, which of course includes a tail, claws, and fangs. His eyes have changed to be yellow and lizard-like to complete the look.]

i. front gardens
[This transformation... seems about what he should've expected, what with the curse. But even knowing to expect the worst, it's still jarring. Eizen stretches one of his wings uncomfortably, trying not to look at it too much.

He's giving his attention to the surroundings instead. Anything is a welcome distraction right now. And the flora here, well, it's interesting enough.

Or so he thinks, until he gets a little too close to looking at the vines and an entire group of shadow birds flies out of their hiding spot, right past Eizen's face. It startles him enough that he actually lets out an angry hiss.]

ii. ground floor
[If you weren't expecting Eizen to be absolutely glued to all these historical exhibits... well, I honestly don't know what to tell you. He does move from exhibit to exhibit, but not quickly. He's going to get as much information about the history of this place as he can.

His expression is thoughtful and perhaps a little... okay, a lot intense. But what gives away his mood here is his tail, which is moving back and forth like it's...

...

Okay, dragons shouldn't wag their tails like dogs, but it doesn't seem as if Eizen's even realized he's doing it.

And yes, he is dressed appropriately for the floor. How nice that it's perfectly accommodating his wings and tail, somehow...]

iii. third floor, hallway
[Okay, the black suit was one thing, but this new outfit... Isn't this getting a little silly?

Not that it's really the main thing he's focused on. No, it's those suits of armor. Looks like the one patrolling around this hallway hasn't spotted him yet, despite the death glare Eizen is sending its way. He's eyeing that office, dang it...]

...I'm going to punch it.

[This is a great plan, prove him wrong.]

iv. library
[Guess who is on his sixth book, which is flying away like all the others? Who else, really. Some of the books are fine. A decent number of the books know how to behave, actually! But, as one might expect, most of the ones Eizen is interested in are being extremely stubborn. He's really trying to hold onto this one, but it's a doomed battle.

And of course all that force sends him flying backwards the second the book does escape and he lands right on his butt.]

Ugh, damn it!

gardens

[founderinglight]

[Eizen, distracted as he is by his own State of the Everything, might not have noticed certain other transformations until they're practically looming over him.

Which Izunia is now doing, finned ears slightly flat against his head and an expression of concern.]

Eizen? Are you alright?

[serrata]

transformation central

[ Yuuri thinks that surely, whatever's going on in this Fissure, it can't be worse than the last one. There's only so many ways all your trauma buttons can get trodden on and surely this dungeon will have finally run out of them. Right?

Yuuri's transformation isn't quite as dramatic as some of the others, but it's still distinctive. She loses about a foot of height, somehow becoming even more of a shortstack than she already was. Amazing. Not only that but a pair of dark, curly horns are now protruding out from the sides of her head and her ears have taken on the look of something between elf ears and cow ears.

So, not the worst of transformations. But Yuuri seems... let's say upset about it.

As soon as the transformation is complete, her breath comes out in a rush, a panicked and unhappy exhale then comes gasping back in just as quick. Without even really seeming like she realizes what she's doing, she yanks and pulls at her sleeves, wrenching them up her arms so she can see and feel – well it's not clear what she's looking for but what is clear is that Yuuri's not a happy bunny. ]

front and rear gardens

[ As I'm sure no one is surprised to see, Yuuri's first stop once she's managed to calm down is the gardens. The weather might be unpleasant, but she pops an umbrella out of the Armiger and gets to work. It's hard to work out what this place might've looked like back in its former glory, but at least there's still some greenery here that hasn't had the life choked out of it by the ivy and the overgrowth. Soothed a little by the prospect of something to do (even if it's really just a little self-serving), Yuuri settles herself in to at least try and catalogue as many of the plants here as she can find. Ya girl is on a mission.

In the rear gardens, she seems most interested in the old gardener's house, where she's giving some of the undamaged tools a once-over. Could be worth taking these back to the station, if no one else wants to claim them first... ]

ballroom

Listen– really, I don't want to dance so please let me go–

[ Even though this floor has Yuuri dressed to the nines and perfectly fit to dance, she's not exactly in what we'd call a dancing mood. Not that the ghost dancers are paying much mind to that, of course and she's being very firmly strong armed into taking a dance partner. She'd usually be able to sort herself out in a situation like this but now that she's an entire foot shorter (thank you, Fissure) she's not quite strong enough to get free. Please help. ]

library

[ B o o k s.

It's a little hard to look studious and serious when you're dressed as a maid, but Yuuri's pulling it off somehow. Of course, it helps that she's dressed as a more conservative Victorian maid than the usual lolita maid cafe wankery, but still. With her decrease in height, she's making liberal use of the ladders to gather as many books as she can find on the flowers and greenery of this world because... well, of course she is.

...

She's also looking up medical textbooks, books about pathogens, infections, diseases... but I'm sure that's nothing to worry about. ]

tower

[ Though she's not having a whale of a time, precisely, there's something resembling an ironic smile on Yuuri's face as she climbs the stairs, up, up, up to the tower. It seems appropriate, she thinks, thinking of fairy tale princesses locked in towers, Rapunzel letting down her hair. That sort of nonsense. It doesn't seem much more farfetched than what her life has become.

The Fissure sees fit to agree, apparently, decking Yuuri out in a princess gown patterned with beautiful glittering stars and all manner of space and moon insignia, with a crown to top it all off. Her ironic smile becomes just a touch thinner. It wasn't that funny, Fissure magic.

The top of the tower is worth the climb though, especially once Yuuri figures out the runes and manages to get the roof switched over to invisible mode. It's disappointing that there's no view of the stars but watching and hearing the torrents of rain wash over the roof is soothing in its own way. So it seems like it might be okay to relax up here.

If you stagger up to the tower while Yuuri's here, you'll be greeted by the aroma of rich tea, steeping. Yuuri herself has settled down at one of the tables and evidently fished a tea set out of the Armiger and set to preparing herself something to drink while she goes over one of the star maps. Once she realizes she's not alone, she glances up and gives a slightly sheepish smile. ]

Oh, I didn't think anyone else would come looking up here. Are you taking a break, too?

ballroom

[daughterofthemark]

Might I cut in?

[Arianna, whose vehicle parts are also very fancy right now, extends a hand to Yuuri. A ghostly dancer clings unnoticed to the back of her leg.]

Jailbreak | OTA

[nor_iron_bars]

Ground Floor

[For the first time in a while, the ghostly music is cut through by another sound- living laughter. Jail seems to have recovered from her initial shock at no longer requiring her mask, because she's in fine form- and even finer clothing- and here to party.]

[She doesn't wait for someone to approach her, living or dead. Instead, she sweeps a nearby skeleton dancer off its' bony feet and twirls with them out onto the floor, gleefully dancing her way through the ballroom.]

[It's somewhere between a waltz and the kind of thing you'd see on the floor of a modern nightclub, but she is a pretty good dancer. As she passes one of the elegantly-dressed ghostly ladies, she winks suggestively.]

[Hey, it's always worth a shot, right?]


Second Floor

[By the next floor, however, she's back in business mode. Or at least what passes for business mode, by Jail standards- if not exactly business attire.]

[But look. Sometimes you just have to pick a lock while wearing a ridiculous disaster bathrobe and a pair of fuzzy cthulhu slippers. It happens.]

Let's see what's behind door number one...


Third Floor

[It takes a while for Jail, now clad in a stylishly-tailored butler's uniform to figure out the theme of this floor, but when she does she pauses in the middle of the hallway and rolls her eyes, addressing... apparently, the manor itself?]

Okay, nope, I'm calling bullshit on this one. You see this outfit? Ain't nobody ever scrubbed a floor in this getup, c'mon. Not saying it's a bad look, but if you're not gonna be honest with yourself about it then I'm totally gonna kinkshame you about it.

Y'hear me? I will kinkshame the fuck outta a haunted house, don't think I won't- oh shit.

[Jail breaks off mid-lecture as one of the suits of guard armor turns the corner, and immediately scrambles to get up into the ceiling beams and as far away from it as possible. Maybe she should have lectured the manor on coming to terms with its' fetishes a little more quietly.]

[Good thing she's already got her sleeves rolled up, getting herself out of this one is going to take some work.]


Fourth Floor

[It takes her a while to escape the guard armor on the floor below- but once she gets to the fourth floor, things are looking up. If her eyes weren't already glowing, they'd certainly have lit up once she saw the research spaces up here.]

[Magic science and unguarded rich people stuff? jackpot.]

[The fact that she's covered head to toe in bandages, classic mummy style, is not sufficient distraction from this.]

fourth floor

[nojohnyouare]

[Robot girl Mai, with taped-on swamp creature fins and a suit that looks like slime to match, walks over to Jail with Bear-san at her heels, looking at the tools.]

What were they building...

[nojohnyouare]

[front gardens]

[Mai looks a little more... artificial than normal as she moves through the garden. She looks up at a dying fruit tree being choked out by vines. Those who attended or watched the Airlocked! bonus content will recognize the small black bear beside her, but it's not hard to surmise that that's Bear-san even if you don't.]

Hungry...?

[Bear-san growls at the ivy vines killing off the food source. Mai draws her sword and slices a mass of them.]

Mm.

[ground floor]

[Mai doesn't seem to mind her new dress with cape, though Bear-san has removed his matching necktie to chew on it. Mai isn't stopping him, either. She's just watching the skeletons line dance and emotionlessly clapping along.]

Strange. ...Sort of cute?

[third floor]

[Mai may be happy about the maid outfit -- it's hard to tell with Mai, but the headdress does have rabbit ears, as does Bear-san's little matching headdress -- when there's a bigger problem. Mai's currently moving through the halls, sword in hand, trying to sneak around and check around corners.]

Should we fight them.

[tower]

[It'd probably make sense if Mai were just wearing her normal clothes. However, the Fissure has not cheaped out, and instead, Mai is wearing a realistic spacesuit. She and Bear-san (who was wearing a helmet, but has since discarded it on the floor) stand under the dome, and while Bear-san wanders off to chew on a chair leg, Mai stands there watching the sky for a long time.]

...

tower

[anarchia]

[Carnivac steps into the tower, dressed in an appropriate spacefaring jumpsuit, though the uncomfortable and new sensation of boots make his entrance a little louder than usual. He joins Mai, a slight smile gracing his face as he sees Bear-san.] Enjoying the view?

[fistsofchange]

-1: Really bad sunburn-
It wasn't exactly sunny as the group started walking up the path to the manor, but it was still definitely day time. Lin blinked, then shaded her eyes against the dim light that suddenly felt piercingly bright. Her skin started getting warm, uncomfortably so.

Then it started hurting. Burning, even. The dim fall sunlight suddenly felt like a searing beam, burning away her fragile flesh. In a panic, before she ACTUALLY burst into flame, Lin broke into a sprint towards the front doors, leaving a trail of smoke through the air behind her. Sure, they didn't know exactly what would be in there, but anything would be better than this pain!

She slammed into the front door of the manor, forcing it open, and tumbled onto the blessedly cool floor within to catch her breath. In the dim darkness of Silvereagle Manor, she felt much safer. The pain of the sun was already receding. She stared at slowly shrinking burn marks on her arm with concern. "What the heck was that?"

-2:Sleepover with a vampire-
With a slam, the door to the overwrought victorian bedchamber/hotel room locked itself, trapping you and Lin within. An annoyance, but not a huge problem with all the crazy powers people have around here. Also annoying is that Lin's clothes have changed (for like the third time since she got here) to something a lot less appropriate for daywear. (Link slightly nsfw)

What might be a bit MORE than just annoying is that while you're stuck in here, Lin is kind of staring at you with a hungry look in her eyes. "I'm...I feel strange. Thirsty..."

Her lips parted briefly, revealing wicked looking fangs within. That sure looks like a vampire right there.

2

[dubiouslychthonic]

Jetshard - human for the moment, dark-skinned and dark-eyed - looks up as the door slams shut, and she can't quite bite back a sigh. She's really starting to think that she ought to find a doorstop or something.

Her costume change for the floor is less risque than Lin's, although probably still not entirely appropriate for anything but the most casual of public wear. It leaves her feeling a little vulnerable, certainly, and vulnerability isn't exactly an asset at the moment. Not when her companion is clearly not handling her transformation as well as she could.

"Alright. Easy," she says. Despite her caution, her tone is almost resigned. Of course someone would turn vampiric in here. "Thirsty like you're a little peckish, or thirsty like you're not sure you're going to be able to control yourself?"

[foolishjustice]

[As a black winged crow Faunus, Goro has no need for a flashlight even in the areas of the manor with no lights. Of course, this might mean that people will be caught off guard by a pair of reflective, muddy red eyes in the darkness...

At any point, he's reasonably likely to look like either a boy or a girl. If he's been around Kurama recently, it's almost certain to be the latter...especially in areas without conveniently private places to slip off to.]

[Subfissure 1] Warning for likely P5 spoilers, talk of murder

[This is awful. Not only does Goro's throat itch constantly, not only does he have a strange urge to talk about his secrets, but he can't even filter his words to their usual level of politeness without his voice coming out as a hoarse whisper. Eventually, he gives up altogether.]

If this is a worse truth effect than that damn potion, I'm going to be pissed.

[Ballroom]

[The ballroom elicits a much less irritated response. Depending on the form, Goro is wearing either a sparkling suit with the back cut out to accommodate wings and paired with white gloves, or a similarly shimmering dress, also with no back. Either way, the outfit is accompanied by a red tengu mask that anyone who's seen him as Crow would recognize.

If anyone else is present, he (or she, as the case might be) will glance at the floor and offer a hand.]

Care to join in on our way across? It does look fun.

[Second Floor] Links are risque

[Goro is...very difficult to find on this floor. Those who catch sight of his or her outfit, perhaps during efforts at picking locks, or upon getting stuck in a suite together, might understand why.]

[Library]

[The third and fourth floors, however, makes crossing the second floor...maybe worth it. Here, Goro can be found excitedly moving between shelves, floating as necessary to reach higher books. His search has a focus on local magical theory and history, though he might occasionally get distracted by something else. Depending on the floor, and regardless of current physical sex, his costume will be either a modified (and lawyer friendly) version of a certain spy, or...is that just a bedsheet with eye holes? It. It sure is.]

truth

[nojohnyouare]

[Mai looks over from feeding Bear-san pepperoni.]

Goro. Truth potion?

[blackestwitch]

[ While some people get huge changes, Maddie's are... well, really it's only her hair. Her hair, once bright red but normal human hair, is now made up of a bunch of bright red, eyeless snakes. Maddie is now a gorgon, but don't worry, this gorgon needs to meet somebody's gaze to turn them into stone.... and she's still blind. Zel, for his part, is unaffected by the Fissure's effect himself, although he might find himself in weird costumes. ]


[ A: Ground Floor ]

[ A ballroom. Not someplace Maddie would think she'd find herself. The Fissure seems to have given her a rather nice tuxedo - black, although with a floral print. Her hair-snakes are swept back and a pair of black shades adorn her face. Meanwhile, Zel gets, uh, well it's a shirt.

Does Maddie know how to dance? Of course not, she's never even seen dancing before. Thankfully, Zel leading her through by the hand seems to be enough to keep the specters at bay, and nobody has to dance! Except no, Maddie can't leave well enough alone - if she hears somebody else in distress, she breaks from her escort to try and come to the rescue. ]

Can I cut in? [ ....as if she fucking knows how to dance. ]


[ B: Second Floor ]

[ The second floor sees Maddie padding around barefoot in a bathrobe while Zel leads ahead in a... well, let's not worry about it.

He pauses at a door for a moment. ] Ah, I think I saw something. Hold on a moment... [ But as soon as Zel ducks inside the bedroom, the door slams shut behind him. So you might find a desperate Maddie outside the door, trying to force it open... or you might have been the movement Zel saw inside the bedroom, trapped inside with him now. ]


[ C: Third Floor ]

[ This time around, Maddie gets a nice butler outfit, although a little too fancy. Meanwhile, Zel gets a more traditional butler suit.... that seems to not have any buttons actually holding the shirt closed.

Which makes facing down suits of armor a bit of a hassle, but hey! There's somebody else here, right? ] Do you think you can take one a suit of armor? Orrr... should we go stealthy?


[ D: Fourth Floor Freakout ]

[ Maddie has stopped moving almost as soon as they step foot onto the fourth floor. She mouths words, but no sounds comes out. "What's going on? Why can't I hear anything?" She seems to be breathing heavier, although you can't hear it, panic seeping into her posture.

Zel tries to answer, but words don't really come for him, either. "Calm down, Maddie. Everything's fine, I'm right here." When his words don't reach her, he squeezes her hand, but it's not enough. ]

second floor

[nojohnyouare]

Maddie?

[Mai, in a space cat kigurumi, runs over, sword in hand and Bear-san in his own matching nightcap behind her.]

What happened. I'll help.

[dubiouslychthonic]

[Jetshard is, for the duration, human - late thirties, dark skin and dark eyes, maybe six inches shorter than her troll default. Otherwise her appearance is more or less unchanged. After the first prompt, she also will not be wearing her glasses.]

A - Entry
[Jetshard's hurried through the garden - the subfissure effect had been unpleasant enough to avoid lingering, even if it had seemed mostly harmless - and pauses a moment in the entrance hall. Its not exactly dark in here, with the open door to the garden at her back, but it's dim enough that she's beginning to realize that just because her sun-tolerance is about the same doesn't mean her vision hasn't changed. Even just in shadows, the colors are less distinct, the details less precise.

After a moment, she sighs, removes her tinted glasses, and captchalogues them. There's even less reason to wear them than usual, after all; her eyes aren't even their usual color at the moment. And the glasses had hardly matched the flowing, deep red ball gown she finds herself in, for that matter.]

B - Second Floor
[Well, at least she figures the nightgown this floor has manifested for her could be worse. There are much worse things she could be wearing to be trapped in a musty hotel room.

Because yeah - at least it's just the outermost door of the suite that's slammed shut on her, but it's locked, and furthermore the lock seems to be pretty well stuck. She rattles the knob a few more times - out of frustration more than any real hope that just shaking it is going to get it to pop loose - and then goes and sits heavily in one of the once-plush chairs to fish out her phone and get on the network.

A moment later, an open video post goes up, showing a rather harried-looking humanized Jetshard.]

Hey, if anyone's on the second floor and is better at forcing doors open than me, I could use an assist. Room... six, I think? Maybe seven. I wasn't paying a lot of attention to the number on the door before it slammed and locked behind me.

B

[photoshooter]

Aw, crap! Jetshard? That's you, right? I'll be right there!

[But Prompto looks... oh my god. Tiny? Something must be weird, maybe it's an angle thing, but he seems so close to the screen he's leaning on it and yet he still fits entirely within the viewing window. He looks like he's about to reach down to turn off the feed, but stops.]

Uhh, do you have any hairpins?

[ax_iom]

[Lily is another Miqo'te, which is... actually pretty normal. She's already the right size and shape for it, has the mismatched eyes, and so on... It looks surprisingly normal for her.]

Entrance Gardens

[Lily doesn't seem to mind the honesty much. It's the best policy, right? So she's hanging out front, trying to just check on everyone else and make sure everyone is doing okay. If you look like you'll need help, she'll be approaching.]

First Floor

[Lily is having such a crisis here. On one hand: She does not want to dance. She's wallflowering, hiding, generally just being very shy and trying to stay out of the spotlight. But on the other hand... Her dress is pretty. She likes it a lot, even. That said, she's probably going to need a save soon enough, because the ghosts are pulling her in to dance, and she has no idea how.]

Third Floor

[The third floor, on the other hand, is not going well for her. She's getting frustrated with how much there is to read- She definitely can't read those faded papers. And her outfit isn't making her super happy either.

So when one of the armors finds her, and grabs her, and tries to haul her back down by force... Well. She was already annoyed. And now she's mad. And she's a bit out of practice at controlling her strength with her magic.

There's a bright light, tinged with flames, that... picks up the armor and smashes it through a wall with her rather distinctive blasts. At the very least, she'll be looking out the hole she made in alarm as soon as she realizes what she did.]

Is everyone okay down there?!

Third Floor... sort of

[founderinglight]

[A familiar voice, calling from below - ]

No harm done, just a bit startling!

[That's a bit of an understatement, really. There's still a bit of a shake in his voice.]

Need a hand up there?

[theosophomoric]

[Sonja is a Master of the Bazaar - tall, unearthly, and very bat-like, and significantly more open about what she is than the actual Masters are.]

A - Front Garden
[Weasels! All around the mulberry bush, as it were. Rather nice weasels, too - simply enormous, and fascinatingly vegetative. Those creatures would be the envy of high society back in London - or perhaps of the second coil of the Labyrinth of Tigers. Either way, Sonja didn't briefly earn a reputation as the one with all the weasels a couple of years back to not acquire one of these beauties now.

She's managed to grab a few of the songbirds - more easily than she'd expected, her borrowed species is definitely an aerial predator - and now is holding the broken carcass of one of the birds temptingly toward a large sleek weasel with rose leaves in its fur. Her voice, as she cajoles it, is barely more than a whisper, and much higher pitched than would be expected from a creature as large as she is.]

C'mon, pretty, come get the nice bird.

B - Ballroom
[Apparently she's managed to convince the weasel that she's pretty ok, because by the time she's inside, the creature is perched around her shoulders like a living stole. It's a bit of an odd sight, given that those shoulders are currently a bit shaggy and strangely shaped, but no more of an odd sight with her current form than the black velvet gown she's currently wearing.

Sonja's gotten pulled out for a few turns around the dance floor already herself; she'd managed to politely bow out and duck into a side room before another partner could insist on a dance. She's lingering in the door of that side room now, wondering if she can manage to slip around the edge of the room without getting pulled in again. That's when she sees another of the dungeon explorers get pulled in, and, well, she's been the scandalously unmannered one at enough parties to know how to handle this now. The temporary giant bat slips up beside the fissure-explorer and their ghostly dance partner as they spin past, and taps the phantom on the shoulder.] So sorry, but I must insist on cutting in.

[The phantasmal dancer seems a little put out, but hands their partner off to Sonja and disappears into the dance again. Sonja offers a somewhat fangy grin.]

At least they're polite, eh?

C - Basement
[Sonja certainly takes the time to explore the rest of the mansion, but ultimately - she's a denizen of the Neath, by choice and habit if not birth, and her instinct is to go down. As she descends into the cellar, her outfit becomes little more than gauzy fabric and twining ivy, an almost bacchanal look. Modest, to whatever degree that modesty is necessary when her usual form is so different from her usual humanity, but dramatic.

She's not the first to make it down here, and it's short work to widen the hole in the door enough for her tall, winged form to slip through, and she hums happily to herself as she looks about the room on the other side. A temple of some kind - she doesn't know enough of the local architecture and history to judge whether it predates the house above, but it's clearly well-enough maintained to have been in use by the inhabitants. Fascinating.

The crystal in the floor, naturally, draws her attention, and she walks carefully around the perimeter of the stone, examining it. When she finishes her circuit, she crouches down at the crystal's side, gazing into it and scowling thoughtfully. When she mutters under her breath, it's not English, but the Correspondence, the starry language coming much more smoothly and naturally from her current form than from a human throat, though still quite possibly uncomfortable to listening ears.]

Ah - a sense of curiosity, frustrated. Knowledge with gaps in it. A history the speaker has not participated in.

B

[fistsofchange]

[Lin, currently wearing a rather ornate suit and cape, was relieved to be free of the dance, but looked apprehensively at her savior until she spoke. Her voice didn't sound normal, but the intonation and inflection were familiar enough to her.]

Sonja!?

[nocawsforconcern]

[Enna has become... Well, it's hard to tell. The big white feathery, fluffy wings on her back might indicate a bird or an angel? On the other hand, the long, feathered tail, with an even bigger tuft on the end, is a bit harder to place. And the horns growing out of her head? She's some kind of dragon, now, and she doesn't like it one bit.]

Entrance Garden

[Here, Enna can be found fluffing her wings up and trying to twist them in front of her so she can glare at them. In practice, it's more like she's just spinning in circles.]

Go away, no, bad! I don't even want these... This is annoying, bad, not good, I hate it, go awaaaaayyyyyy...

[She'll finally just. Sigh and stop. She doesn't care one bit that she's kind of making a scene, after all.]

First Floor

[On the other hand, once she's gotten inside, her outfit has reformed itself, and... she doesn't seem to care about much of anything else now, because there's dancing. And Enna likes dancing! When the music starts, Enna's there, twirling through the ghost dancers and the skeletons. And instead of ballroom, she appears to be trying to teach the skeletons some kind of folk dance.]

It's easy! Just tap, tap, tap in, and then stomp, stomp! [She punctuates her sentence by... well, stomping.] Then it's back, back, and-

[Well. And then she gets distracted because one of the skeletons tried to stomp like she did, and... ended up shaking itself right to pieces.]

... Oh. Caw. No, that's not right.

Outside

[Enna is... easily distracted. At best. So when she started exploring, she wanted to explore outside rather than in a stuffy manor. And what did she find other than a rather large dark crystal?

But then she stares at it, holding it in her hand. Light seems to just be absorbed... You can barely see it, it looks more like a hole in space than a crystal...]

... Don't like it. Looks weird. Hurts my eyes.

[This bitch ugly.

YEET.

Enna just flings the crystal off, a rather impressive throw, before wandering off again. Pity she didn't look at where that hard-to-notice black crystal was flying off to.]

outside

[motherfucking_ghost]

Whaaaaat! [Church leans over the awning of the museum-mansion, ears flicking.] You don't want a crystal?! Some treasure-detector you are!

[tomatowizard]

-1: Nerd out (basement)-
Samata heard someone had found a giant glowing crystal under the manor and had made a beeline for it. Now she was sitting on the floor with her notebook, taking measurements and making sketches of the crystal and the little shrine surrounding it.

Finally it came time for some direct testing. Samata didn't TOUCH it yet, but she did look at it through her spectacles of detect magic...and then immediately ripped them off while cursing and covering her eyes.

-2: Bad Romance (ballroom)-
Samata was actually not a bad dancer. She had gone to many balls, after all, before her injury had more or less turned her into a hermit. Furthermore, tales of romantic ghost hauntings had been quite the fad in the last few years back home. So when she had discovered a whole ghost ball, she hadn't been unnerved at all. If anything it had seemed downright appealing after a few hours hunched over books in the library! Samata had flung herself into the dance, whirling away the evening with numerous ghost suitors. Eventually, however, it started to become clear that these ghosts didn't really have any kind of self awareness. They were just mindlessly going through the motions of things. Her interest rapidly waned, but she was finding it difficult to escape.

As she whirled by you, you could hear her protestations. "No, really, I think I'd just like to rest my feet for a minute. As soon as this song is done. Yes I mean it! God drown pushy men! Even the dead ones!"

-3: Room Escape (various)-

There are ways to get stuck in this place. Cornered by walking suits of armor. Locked in a hotel room by poltergeists. Surrounded by flying books.

Whatever the reason, before you could figure out a way out you heard a tapping on the window next to you. Samata was outside it standing carefully on a flying carpet. Her voice was muffled a bit by the glass, but still understandable as she asked "Need a hand?"

1

[nojohnyouare]

!

[Mai, in a bear costume to match a Bear-san who either didn't get a costume for this floor at all or ripped it off and tried to eat it, runs over at Samata's curse. She stops cold and stares at the crystal.]

...What is that.

[unpunchman]

-1:I want to Break Free (Second floor)-
Josuke was not one to put up with being stuck in a locked room for long. After spending a minute trying to get the door open, Josuke sighed and had Crazy Diamond pummel the door into splinters. He carefully stepped over the wreckage, then watched with satisfaction as the door reassembled itself.

The only odd thing was that Josuke was completely inaudible and invisible unless you could see stands, while Crazy Diamond was entirely visible to the naked eye of any schmuck who walked by. In short, Josuke and his stand had switched "species", if you count "corporeal being" and "incorporeal being" as species.

Crazy Diamond was, apparently, dressed in a cow themed kigurumi. Josuke had no idea what to make of that.

-2:The Sound of Silence (Fourth floor)-
Josuke, now dressed up as Frankenstein's monster, peered with a look of confusion at a blackboard that had incomprehensible arcane formulae, and muttered something under his breath. A moment later, the subtitles came to you:

Some people just love messing with stuff they probably shouldn't, don't they? It's all Greek to me, at least.

[bloodyashes]

[Asch, for his part, is here as a vampire complete with stupid high-collared cape, and he's looking at the calculations with the puzzled expression of someone who has some vague idea what they're looking at, but...

He feels rather than hears Josuke speak, and apparently hasn't figured out the subtitles yet, because after a minute he pulls out his phone and holds it up with a text message.]

What?

[myocordial]

[Heart is a Gria. So while mainly looking like himself, he's got the wings, horns, tail, and pointed ears. And his eyes are looking awfully red.]

≫ rear garden
[The gardens certainly are beautiful, even overgrown as they are. And it is always nice to appreciate beauty where you find it. So of course he is stopping to do just that.

...And it seems these roses are trying to appreciate him, which is less welcome, although Heart seems more amused than anything else. A bit of pulling removes the rose easily enough.]

My, so bloodthirsty for something that looks so nice...

≫ ballroom
[The spectral ball is in full swing and you can certainly catch Heart on the dance floor, in a very fancy outfit. It seems he's having trouble rejecting the specters.

They are awfully forceful in getting him to dance and it's hard for him to say no to them. Even if they're... not exactly people. But he's looking a little tired by now. Which is a rare thing for him. Please. Send help.]

≫ third floor
[This really isn't his usual style, but the manor does what it wants and there's little he can do about it. Ah, well. Although Heart does pull down the facemask basically immediately - that's just annoying, aesthetic or not.

He shakes his head a little, as he looks over at those suits of armor, staying well out of their sight.]

I really do hate doing things the subtle way, but...

[He sure doesn't have his robot strength right now. Even as he says it, it sounds like he really does want to pick a fight. He... He probably won't? Right?]

≫ library
[Careful around the library or you might just trip over something. Actually, make that someone. Because uh.

That sure is Heart, lying on the floor next to a bookcase.

The good news here is that he doesn't look injured! He's just out like a light, for some reason. Someone should maybe do something about this? What the heck even happened.]

library

[theosophomoric]

[Well that's a little concerning! Maybe not as concerning to Sonja than it would be to some people, but even when she's remarkably blase about things like "people collapsing" it's still not a good thing when it happens out in the open and no one else seems to be taking note of it.

She crouches over Heart - it's a more impressive kind of crouch than she'd normally be able to manage, considering that she's currently in the form of one of the Masters of the Bazaar and is therefore a nearly-seven-foot-tall space bat rather than her usual petite human - and gently nudges him with the back of a folded wing-hand.] You alright there, friend?

[thedarkheir]

[Soma is for the record a Werebat, and will appear as a six foot tall anthromorphic flying fox bat, and due to his physiology he can't stand straight up and has ridiculously sensitive hearing]

Bedpans and Broomsticks

[Soma was nosing about along the hallway of the ground floor dressed in a sleeveless white shirt with a blue velvet vest and matching bowtie, hearing the ballroom music, but his attention was drawn to a bunch of brooms sweeping and feather dusters flying about, not realizing he's tracking in mud]

Huh... if one's carrying a bucket I'm getting out of...

[The bat gave off an alarmed squeak as he's suddenly surrounded by mops]

Hey! Come on! Let me through!

[With a flap, he flies straight up to hang upside down from a Chandelier, waiting for the mops to get done]

Not actually a fruit bat...

[It's been a while, and the books proved to actually be amusing enough that he can't help but take flight, chasing after the flying tomes to try to catch them in mid-air - and ignoring how long he's been running... er flying around, until he suddenly dive-bombed a terrier-sized silverfish, chomping the creature right in half with a loud crunch - chewing as the other half wiggles on the table he's perched on]

(...What the fuck did I just ate?!)

[He isn't spitting it out though - crunch, crunch, crunch]

Basements is where it's at

[Going down is going against every batty instinct he has now, but he manages to force himself to do so, giving tentative little squeaks, and listening to how they bounce off the walls. He hops down the steps, as vines and moon flowers start to wrap around his chest and adorning his head like a little crown, sneezing as a petal lands on his nose]

Hello? Is anyone... what is that?

[Soma pauses before slowly approaching the glow, peering into the crystal, tilting his head, before giving a high-pitched noise directing at it - how does it respond to sound?]

[bastilashan]

[Bastila comes in. She looks a little like this girl. She does have the same color hair/fur and eyes. However, she is taller and fuzzier. She is also smiling.]

I think you are safe now. I guess the mops just wanted to clean up the mud. Are you okay? My name is Bastila.

[biddentodance]

[1]
[This Fissure sees Minato...changed. His head has remained more or less the same in size, possibly become a little rounder, while the rest of him has thinned to the bone with prominent, angular joints. His skin has faded to a greyish beige and his hair to white. His ears are longer, drooping and slightly fuzzy, white with black tips like the two locks of his bangs that seem to have taken on a life of their own. He has become a Vessel.

Much as he dislikes the itching feeling in his throat, it'll take him a while to cross the first subfissure. His new feet are tiny and somewhat difficult to balance on, and this form is just skin and bones. He'll make it to the house, but not without several bruises.

And given he's more or less a living stick figure? The bramble weasel stalking him might be to blame for some of those.]

[2]
[The first floor sees MInato in a grand suit. A deep blue tailcoat with gold embroidery and matching pants, black shoes polished to shine, a vest and bowtie that shimmer with nebulae and stars...and, of course, a top hat. The dancing skeletons might mostly be annoyances...but Minato thinks they're pretty funny. He doesn't startle when they jump out, more like he blinks and laughs under his breath. And then joins in. It's entirely possible to encounter him boogieing by with a bony entourage.

Or you could catch him in the ballroom, where he's still dancing, but much less happily. Round and round the dancefloor he goes, handed from one ghostly dancer to the next. They have him helpless.

...Anyone want to rescue him? Or just laugh, laughing is valid too.]

[3]
[He is roaming the second floor in an owl kigurumi. And honestly, you're very likely to find him napping just about anywhere on this floor. There are beds, okay, it's not weird to nap on beds. Of course he probably gets locked inside a few times, but the doors will probably unlock eventually.

The third floor sticks him in a classic maid dress that has a skirt filled with a truly impressive number of ruffles, which he doesn't seem to mind at all, and the fourth gives him a ragged black robe and a scythe, as well as skeletal makeup. He's spending most of his time on these floors in the library, reading studiously, mostly fiction but whatever he can find that's legible really... And, of course, occasionally cartoonishly chasing down whatever book just flew out of his hands. He was reading that!

Finally.... Once Minato finds the tower, he probably won't be leaving it for a while. He's dressed as an astronaut, and he's playing with the telescope and looking over the research with a respectful fascination - he's gentle with everything here, careful not to damage any of it. He also spends no small amount of time here just gazing up through the invisible ceiling, watching the shifting clouds or the dome of water.]

3

[foolishjustice]

[Goro is not fond of the second floor, mainly because of the 'outfit' she's stuck in...but curiosity would overwhelm her even without the extra crow instincts.

When the locked door clicks open, she's...not sure if she should be surprised or not to find someone already in the room. Doors locking behind you is an old haunting cliche, after all. Her first impulse is to duck behind the doorframe, but...oh, it's only Minato. And he's asleep, because of course he is. She sighs and crosses the room to poke lightly at his arm.]

You almost got trapped in here.