There's something pink hovering uncertainly at the edge of the square.
When she woke up in that lady's office, she stuck to human shape for as long as she could bear it -- through the ferry ride, all the introductions, the talk of curses and demons that would've made her hackles rise if she had hackles -- but, well. Nimona's ability to "bear it" got sorely tested on a certain murder boat, and not in a fun punny way with literal bears, either. All she can remember through the weird haze is trapped, trapped, screaming and useless, feeling like her insides were on fire from the pain of being unable to shift, watching her friends walk away as she --
Anyway. Yeah. If she never has to be in human shape again she would be more than okay with that.
So the pink something eventually coalesces into a pink, lanky dog that slinks closer to the potluck, keeping low to the ground. (Look, it's free food, of course she's not gonna avoid everybody forever.) Stealthily, she leeeeeeeeeans up when she reaches the table with the cold cut platter, closes her jaws on a giant mouthful of roast beef, sloooooowly eases backward --
And takes the whole platter to the ground with a CRASH.
With an inarticulate yelp, Nimona dives under the nearest table to hide.
....Three seconds later she pokes her snout out to grab some more of the spilled bologna, then disappears under the table again.
Nimona | Nimona + CRAU | new player!
When she woke up in that lady's office, she stuck to human shape for as long as she could bear it -- through the ferry ride, all the introductions, the talk of curses and demons that would've made her hackles rise if she had hackles -- but, well. Nimona's ability to "bear it" got sorely tested on a certain murder boat, and not in a fun punny way with literal bears, either. All she can remember through the weird haze is trapped, trapped, screaming and useless, feeling like her insides were on fire from the pain of being unable to shift, watching her friends walk away as she --
Anyway. Yeah. If she never has to be in human shape again she would be more than okay with that.
So the pink something eventually coalesces into a pink, lanky dog that slinks closer to the potluck, keeping low to the ground. (Look, it's free food, of course she's not gonna avoid everybody forever.) Stealthily, she leeeeeeeeeans up when she reaches the table with the cold cut platter, closes her jaws on a giant mouthful of roast beef, sloooooowly eases backward --
And takes the whole platter to the ground with a CRASH.
With an inarticulate yelp, Nimona dives under the nearest table to hide.
....Three seconds later she pokes her snout out to grab some more of the spilled bologna, then disappears under the table again.