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[If one were to be out and about, they might happen upon Eridan as he goes about his own business collecting as many pillows as he can (especially red ones) to create Cain's pillow pile for them to feelings jam upon. Whether he has one pillow, two pillows or an armful of pillows, he seems to be in quite the cheerful mood. Unusual, considering this is... Eridan. Don't think this will last after he conks out at some point, his happy mood is thanks to the chocolate he's eaten.

Don't tell him it's magic, by the way, magic isn't real.]

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[At some point that night Eridan has accumulated an amazing amount of pillows and has put them in Cain's shelter room. An amazing amount, considering he's filled the entire room with them. There are definitely many unused residences in Marina without pillows this night...

Once the sea dweller troll feels he's gotten enough to consider it a pile, he contacts Cain through the communicator on his face right away. After all, he wants his moirail to see all this effort he's put into making the perfect pillow pile as soon as possible.]

I'm done, Cai! I've made you a pillow pile for us to feelin's jam on.

This can't be happening. [ If the voice doesn't ping anyone, the specific note of disbelief and spiky black hair on-screen might be some clue.Fortunately for everyone, he's already dressed up in clothes that fit for his new height and stature. He's no longer quite as thin as before, which feels strange enough, and the line of his jaw is filled in quite nicely with a haphazard beard of sorts. ]

[ But once the man drops the palms of his hands from his face to look right into the camera, things are distinctly off. He stares right into the camera, his confusion clear. ] ...I mean it. Whoever's idea this was, it's a sick joke, and you need to take responsibility for your actions.

Just... fix it! [ Don't make him have to find whoever it was. Though he'd rather do that, than sit around and try and figure out why that wasn't working to revert the change. ]

{ Oz appears on the screen, small, cat tufted ears plainly visible on his head and a shadow of a tail curling around his waist. He's a tabby, of course! And looking just a bit annoyed at that. ]

Gil?

[ speaking sweetly ]

You know it's not nice to hide without telling me first. [ tail swish and then a grumble ] Trust Gil to figure a way to get out of the dome before I could see him.

[ sigh, and back to addressing the dome at large ]

It seems that not only did Break leave the dome, but Elliot and Gil are gone too. I should've put a leash on them.

[ and the real travesty here is, they didn't take him with them. Sheesh. Some boss/friend/servant they all were! ]

((ooc: Oz = Cat Boy! Also, I'm visiting a friend all weekend so responses will be slow, unfortunately. So sorry, but I really wanted to get it up. ))

[ BOOM, goes the front door as Dean saunters in, pizza boxes piled high in his hands and a six pack of soda dangling from his fingers. ]

Sam! Cas?

Supper time!

[ yeah, fun times ahead. Oh boy! ]

((ooc: ETA: Anyone who wants to run into Dean running around the dome (mostly around Sector 5 and hoarding all the candy is free to do so. He's affected by super happiness today!))

It's been quite the delightful day, has it not? I've never felt better. I've even got some candy to spare for those who may be lacking. I've a strict diet to keep, but a little deviation has never hurt anyone.

Toph, I believe we ended our previous conversation on a rather sour note. I'd like to extend an apology. Shall we meet?

For those who'll be in the park, I've enough energy for a little fireshow.

[ooc | Happy candy. Oh lord. Also the fireshow consists of tiny fireballs...juggling... some movement. Not too much or she'll pass out.]