OPEN - 10pm by the snack table/Tipua
A dramatic change came over Max as soon as the stinging shock from her mask faded. The mask, her clothes, were now tangled uselessly on the floor about her and instead her new feline body was covered in velvety black fur. She was alert, poised to fight, looking around herself with wide golden eyes as all hell broke loose around her.
Her eyes focused on the food table, now sunk into the floor, and the little shades frolicing around it, throwing food and drink around in quick motions. The quicksand was a little daunting, but nothing Bast hadn't handled before.
Quickly, she pounced on one of the creatures, tackling it into one of the remaining pieces of meatloaf (pausing for a few seconds to take a few bites and lick the remains off her paws), only for it to flit away from her just as quickly. Again she leapt at another one, and another, hissing and growing at them and generally having a blast, smiling with glee on the inside and thinking she hadn't had this much fun in centuries.