victory_road | First Report [video]

[ In one of the Paldea dorms, there is a young preteen girl sitting at a desk, having set up the device to look at her. Her expression isn't... much, and her voice sounds flat. As she begins to speak, she repeatedly taps her fingers on the desk - those who have any knowledge of morse code will understand what she's "saying" there the same things she's speaking out loud. ]

This is a distress signal, calling for Scrooge McDuck or any one of his many... many... many associates. S.O.S. Violet Sabrewing reporting. I haven't been able to deduce if this kidnapping and subsequent hideous transformation is the work of any remaining members of F.O.W.L. or one of Mister McDuck's many... many... many enemies. Regardless, I will stay in place until further information is gathered about my situation and will appreciate a rescue post-haste. My fathers know that whenever I sleep over at Webbigail's, things tend to happen, but this may too much for them to handle.

Speaking of which - Webbigail, Lena, if you're hearing this, rest assured I am currently safe, albeit possibly traumatized by my transmogrification. I look forward to seeing you both as soon as possible. Dewford, Hubert, and Llewellyn, I trust the three of you to keep those two from going into homicidal revenge mode.

[ A pause, and then she moves to grab something from beneath the table... it's an Espurr! She props it on the table.]

On a less distressing note, any ideas on how to convince my fathers to let me keep this strange magic cat would be highly appreciated. I have named him Loki, after the Norse God of trickery. Say hello, Loki.

[ Loki says nothing, and just stares into the camera. o_o ]

Once again, this is Violet Sabrewing, over and out.

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Your companions are certainly an interesting and varied lot. I feel as though I would be very entertained hearing any stories you share about them, and thus about yourself. If you don't find the matter offensive, may I ask what species of creature you were before this world transformed you?

[ The original point of this conversation has probably been last, but hey, that's what happens when you're too cool yourself, Riz. ]

I don't mind you asking. Also, I already asked you what you were, so if I did mind, I'd be pretty hypocritical.

I'm a goblin. Which, I realise you might not be familiar with. Think small, green, big ears, sharp teeth, tail. Capable of eating anything. Gods, I miss that.

[He gets lots of good food here, but just as a matter of principal, he's offended that this human body has necessitated in him being picky, a Goblin's worst nightmare and insult.

(Of course, to Riz picky means 'can't eat literal trash')]

Amazing. When you say anything, would you mind expanding upon that? Typically when one says "eat anything", it just means they have a wider palate than most, but given the way this conversation has gone, I'm sensing something more literal on the horizon.

[ Yes Riz, impress the young child with your diet. You'll never be any more hip than right now. ]

When I say everything I don't mind like-- okay, we can't eat completely inedible things like rocks. But as long as it is somewhat digestible, we can eat it. [He ticks things off on his fingers.] bugs, raw meat, expired meat, plants, fermented things, stuff from the trash, dragon.

And you do so willingly - tell me, do they actually taste good according to your taste buds, or does your mouth simply bypass flavor and only focuses on what can sustain you?

Uh. Both? Boober says my tastebuds cannot be trusted, but a lot of that stuff does taste good to me. I just... also don't really care if it tastes bad.

A case of mind over matter, taken to its most literal extremes. All the more pity I can't see it in action due to our transformations. I'm starting to feel as if I've been cursed - access to knowledge of other species and valid proof save for colorful imaginations. I'm feeling quite frustrated.

[ ... again, kind of hard to tell, but she is. promise. ]

You might have a chance to see everybody's true forms far sooner than you think.

[Riz has been here long enough to know exactly what is coming.]

... I take it that you have a reason behind that notion, unless you're aiming to tease me?

[ drop the knowledge! ]

No, no teasing. I'm always fully professional.

It just so happens that twice a year, something weird happens in this place. Weirder than normal. For just a few days the people who got kidnapped and put here go back to normal -- we get our normal bodies back, any powers you might have a back. The whole place gets screwed up too; roads stop making sense, you might open your door and suddenly be in a completely different city, that sort of stuff.

Sometimes there's also other strange stuff happening, like stuff from home turning up, or even you ending up polymorphed into some other species.

I've experienced it a few times now, and I looked into it, and it always happens twice a year, and each time towards the end of May and towards the end of November. I've only found one instance where it deviated from that.

The best theory I've come up with is that whatever magic brought and keeps us here, and changes our bodies and powers, needs to occasionally be recast. And while that is happening, everything here gets weird. Unfortunately, it's been kinda hard to study cause I don't exactly have magic myself, and afterwards our memories are... not completely gone, but kinda fragmented? But Adaine is here now, and with her magic, we might be able to figure out more.

[He finally realises how much info he just dumped on her.]

So. Yeah. You'll be a bird soon if the pattern keeps up.

[ She loves information dumps, and this was a lot. She's very happy. Woo-oo. ]

... So it appears I've arrived just in time to see this happenstance happen in person. That's quite exciting. I'll have to prepare myself.

Is there an ability to record anything that happens during these times? If you can't rely on memory alone, perhaps you'd be able to see what happens over video screens or written notes.

Pictures and videos are out. The files get corrupted when everything goes back to 'normal'

[Yes, he is doing the finger quotes.]

but we haven't tried handwritten notes yet. We'll try that this time, document everything we can. Feel free to suggest any other methods of recording if you can think of any.

I'd say tattoos, but my skin is already full of them, and I don't think Adaine would go for it.

[ Yaaay, she helped. What a good mood she's in. ]

Agreed - my fathers would never approve of tattoos, at least while I'm in another realm. Plus, considering the powers that be changed our entire appearance in the first place, trying to do anything to our skin seems pointless.

Hah, yeah. My mom is totally going to kill me if she sees mine.

May we survive this encounter and all future epics with our loved ones.

[ She mimes doing a toast. What a way to make a new friend. ]

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