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"Huh?"

"OH JACK WHERE? DANGER?!"

Billy and Estelle both popped up and exclaimed when Natalia started to yell. Billy was suddenly tugged slightly and Estelle, with a dance of alarm, skittered nervously around.

"Eat me?" Billy had lost his hat in the fall, leaving his tousled dirty blonde hair sticking up with static electricity. "'Stelle c'mere somthins gonna eat me!"

"OH DEAR!" Estelle headed straight for him, skittering up his body to ride on his back. Her massive size forced Billy to hunch a bit but the pink footed spider was now peering at Natalia intelligently, her bow and collar clearly labelling her as a little more than an ordinary spider.

Billy glanced at the newcomer finally, taking in her appearance and then blushing furiously. She was very elegant looking, much fancier than the denim-clad farm boil was used to. "Y'alright? Where's the enemy?"

"Huh?" Billy looked over his shoulder where she pointed but only found Estelle there. He was a bit dense so after a few adorable nose wrinkles of confusion he wordlessly held out his arm and the dog-size tarantula crawled around his chest where he held her like a teddy bear, her legs folding up comfortably. "I'm Billy Spooks.This is Estelle. She's mine."

"His familiar." Her mandibles moved and a feminine voice pleasantly chirped out. "Nice to meet you, Miss...?"

(( Entering~ ))

With a thud, and kicking up much dust, Tsukiko sat up and brushed herself off. Not the most graceful of landings, but it could've been much, much worse. Looking around, she was even more confused than before. She just went from lost to... LOST. The way things were going, and with her luck, she was certain the Lost Level would only go up. And as far as familiar faces... well. Unless she'd spent some time with them at the Fright Night Festival...

As she was trying to get her bearings, Tsukiko's eyes fell upon some treats and drinks. What could these be?

[[Entering]]

There was some grunting and startled squeaking as Maggie finally came to a stop at the bottom of the slide. She stood and dusted herself off, a smidge disgruntled. With a huff, she looked around, and noticed the pool and the table with all the sweets. Rolling her eyes, she realized she'd have to get wet. Cats don't like water, and being a bastet didn't change this fact one bit, although the sugary table goodies made this a bit easier to bear.

Eisheth had no problems passing inside the rabbit's hole. She put her feeit there first, so without any spectacular tricks she landed right.... where exactly?..

Apparently, it was some kind of a dungeon with a huge pool blocking the way down. The table next to the water provided visitors with all sorts of snacks and drinks, but the alchemist was too experienced dealing with carious potions and special effects to sense the threat. Well, may be in that case it wasn't a real threat, just a game, but the food and drink were not what they appeared to be from the first glance.

Sniffing the snacks, and examining the bottles carefully, Eisheth finally shose one and drank it. Funnily enough, it tasted like desert rose wine, a drink she used to like a lot at her Famine days... "how did they even get ingredients for brewing it here?. There would be no way.. unless the potion is constructed specifically to taste delicious for everyone who tries it", - her rational mind knew no rest.

And of course, the potions wasn't that simple. Very soon she started to grow little, more and more, until she was the size of her kneel: Eisheth knew this kind of effect, and even made potions like that herself, so she wasn't really surprised. Sighing, she left one of the skulls that didn't reduce its size near the table: hopefully, nobody would like to cross the horseman and steal it.

She was heading down the little mouse hole: the only direction that resembled exit.

(exiting)

This time she thought she would try the drink, since last time she ate one of the sweets, despite the fact that she was really hungry. No this time she had to try something different. She wanted it different because she thought that maybe if she tried everything different, she would complete the journey this time.

So she grabbed one of the bottles and quickly drank from it.

Her eyes widened as everything around seemed to grow. Suddenly she was in a pool of fabric..? No..it was her jacket. It wasn't that everything was bigger, it was that she was smaller, and now her jacket was too big to fit her. She didn't want to leave it, but being this tiny she couldn't take it with her. There had to be some way she could grow back, and if she found that way, she would come back for her jacket. She noticed a small mouse hole and decided to head towards it, trying to avoid the big pices of glass on her way there.


(exit)

"Moooooooooorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrt!" Was the reply Alexander readily and enthusiastically answered with when his blue haired zombro arrived on the scene. He took a few staggering steps forward, arms spread wide as he gestured around them.

"I defeated one hundred fire breathing jabberwocky's just before you arrived! Have I met all of your hopes, nightmares, and expectations as a wife, yet?" He joked, before gazing down at the box in Mort's hands, and the fluffy blue striped pom within.

"Aw man, I want one! How did you score that?" Wait, Mort made another good point, and Alexander's thoughts suddenly skipped forward and latched on to something else. ".........Oh jack, what if I run into Yin? I don't think he'd be..too impressed with me..." And considering they had just gotten back together, the last thing he wanted to do was upset his boilfriend and make him wonder if he'd made a mistake.

Alexander suddenly grinned. "It's okay. I'll go into super sneaky stealth zombie mode." It seemed Alex also had a completely full proof plan.

"Yessssssss, come on, let's go and try it out!" His attention span was apparently short and fickle when it came to the influences of alcohol, and he let Mort lead him in that direction.

"Big boils, but we could stand to be smaller, yes?" He grinned mischievously before reaching out for one of the drinks, popping the top and bringing it up to sniff at.

"Yep, smells like fun times! Bottoms up?" He waited to see if Mort would indeed choose to drink as well, though if he decided to go the other route, Alexander would still likely drink from the bottle.