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Who: Everyone!
When: Day 28, afternoon
Where: Apartment Sparkles, the door, as usual, is open
What: So, someone stole our moon and common sense. Guys. GUYS.

I went as far as everything has been cleared, and the gods have no tracking ability as far as Albinia knows.

I'm thinking of missing persons posters.

[HOLDS UP THE TWO SHEETS OF PAPER THAT HAD BEEN ON THE DOORS TO APARTMENT M AND T. They have been painted over and a vaguely abstract rendition of Rose Red and Chrono has been rendered on both. Rose is smiling brightly and Chrono is JUDGING.

Below is written in neat cursive Thusian:
MISSING
One tiny little fellow with purple hair, pointy ears and a fondly judging stare.
Likes ponchos and long suffering. Will not answer to Mr. Snugglekins but please try using that name anyway.
Occasionally may be taller than previously assumed.
Please notify the apartment with the sparkly rainbow door if you see him.

MISSING
One red headed young woman of average height and slender build, clothes are always neat and smiles often.
Might have silver hair and be a little hard to be around if you have a bit of metaphorical muddled in you.
Might also be noticeable if you like moons.
Please notify the apartment with the sparkly rainbow door if you see her.]

What do you think?

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. . . You named the giant jello thingy?

Bob the Blob! I'm sure he'd be pleased to meet you if he had any sentience to speak of.

Why'd you name somethin' that looks like food?

Now now, there's every indication he's quite alive. If you discard the feelings of what's not obviously human, you'll have a hard time in this apartment.

. . . It's a blob.

Do you have a lot of experiences with them? I could be one too if I liked.

Could not!

Could so!

Could so plus one.

Could not plus infinity.

Infinity?

I see I have no choice... Stand back my dear.

Stand back from what?

This!

[The air swirls around him, seemingly of its own accord. It spins widly, obscuring his form a moment before dissipating...]

[And leaves a tiny squid thing in his place. It looks up at you... WINKS... and then tucks its squiddy tentacles under it into a perfect ball shape.] See?

[There's a moment where she can't do anything but stare in complete surprise, not even having the presence of mind to gasp with how startled she is]

[And in the next she's shrieking shrilly with the brand of disgust only a child can muster]

Ewwww!!!! What are you?!

... [It rolls, considering.]

Overall or right now?

What's the difference?!

[It lets go of the ball shape and stretches out.]

Well, more to the point, it's something that I can also be as I wish.

But what is it?

Most recently, they're called squidrats.

You don't look like a rat.

It's less the looks and more the association with the creature's habits. The poor species is unfairly compared, honestly.

[And the whole transformation reverses in a moment, leaving Ptou sitting there comfortably on the floor.]