ladylike; in form and manner both [halloween event; open!]

[regalduchess]

Duchess goes to sleep on her velvet chair and wakes on the floor. The castle has seen fit to provide her with a plain white slip and nothing more, and so-- she's seen Madame Bonfamille, in one, but never in company-- sets about to searching for clothes.

Sh comes across a lovely dress, tailored to her size, and puts it in a few minutes. It takes a while (she's trying to get used to clothes! They feel quite constricting.) and a few tries, but finally she's able to search for a mirror fully clothed.

She's a human... all but for her head, which still looks reassuringly feline.

It's time to debut her new form. She walks to where the play set is and looks around, eagerly searching for anyone to talk to-- and finds them.

"Oh! My dear, look at what the castle has done now!"

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[trombones]

The hand on his shoulder reassures him a little, even if the assurance was a little morbid. Regardless, Duchess can probably feel the tension in his shoulders leave a little.

"I'm guessing it still wasn't great, but... hey. I'm glad you're okay."

Sans relaxes and a small, lopsided grin graced his face. As for his own encounters... he shrugs his other shoulder.

"Yeah. I made it out okay."

Not unscathed, but alive.

[regalduchess]

"Okay." She echoes him in the tone of someone who knows she's being lied to, but knows enough not to pry.

"I am back now, and you are still here. If he does anything in the future, I doubt it will escape notice now-- hindsight is always correct, is it not?"

She can't help but pat his shoulder. She's still not quite up to snuff on proper human behavior.

[trombones]

Observant, Sans hears the tone, but chooses to ignore it. He doesn't feel like talking about getting mauled by a mutant crocodile man and almost dying.

The pat on the shoulder distracts him. He laughs, despite the conversation.

"Yeah. Here's hoping, right?"

[regalduchess]

"...it has been nice talking to you, Sans. I'm going to go check up on the children." Her tone drops from gently jovial to mellower, worry sheeted with calm.

She was lucky. They might not have been so fortunate.

[trombones]

Oops. Sans own expression drops, and he frowns.

"Ah, heck. Sorry, I didn't mean it like that."

Pause.

"Here. I'll give you a hand."

[regalduchess]

"Alright. Thank you." She gathers the loose fabric of her dress so she can safely step forwards. "I assume that most of them will be near the kitchen."

[trombones]

"I'll follow. I'd say I know a shortcut, but... I don't have magic anymore."

He holds his hands out, watching them for a moment before he follows Duchess.

"Anyway. Probably. Those kids got a knack for food."

[regalduchess]

"I expect that is rather distressing," she says, tone cool. She's never had magic. This is magic of a sort, she supposes.

"Hopefully, this will all smooth over and return to normal shortly."

She finds her way through the corridor, mindful not to walk so quickly that Sans had to trot.