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Claras Odd Encounter Sr Martin
Clara's morning in her simple, inviting room quickly takes a bizarre turn when her routine scroll through her phone ends in darkness and entrapment within her own hoodie. Panicking and squeaking, she thrashes about, attempting to come to terms with her new reality—a transformation has occurred, and she's no longer human. Her distress intensifies as she finally escapes the hoodie and glimpses her reflection only to discover that she's been turned into a capybara. Desperation and disbelief set in as she looks upon her new rodent visage, now the saddest capybara the world has ever seen.
Isolated in her hotel room, Clara's initial prayers seem in vain as she sits in pouting frustration. The gravity of her situation begins to weigh heavily upon her: left to her own devices, she may face dehydration, starvation, or a worse fate if not discovered soon. While no one is around to witness her record-breaking transformation into the world's most melancholic capybara, she must confront the urgency of her situation and formulate a plan to survive and hopefully reverse the hex that has befallen her.
(Clara's odd encounter(SRMartin):SRMartin)
[Wed Nov 29 2023]
In room 403
A lone sleigh bed entices visitors to rest, complete with fluffed white
pillows and a soft cream comforter. The petite room boasts simplicity at
it's finest. Caramel curtains cascade over two arched windows, matching a
study desk set to the side which gives renters a convenient workspace. A
single closet provides space for clothes, standing beside a door which leads
into a complete bathroom.
It is morning, about 47F(8C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds.
(Your target has been hexed and transformed into an animal against their will. Unable to turn back they need to try to find allies who can understand their problem and find a way to undo the curse.
)
Clara awakes after a terrible night, groaning, dragging her thumb and index across the corners of her eyes to break up the sleepsand as she rolls out of the bed, scouring the desk for her phone only to learn it slipped wood and the wall in the midst of the night. After some grumbling and digging, she retrieves her lost treasure and blasts her eyes fully awake with her text history, shaking off the groginess.
It is a cold, dark Autumn morning in Haven, whatever sunlight that is able to be filtered through the clouds hitting the curtains or perhaps enlightening the room itself a little, but not helping all that much in terms of heating. Clara is able to find her phone and starts off her morning as most denizens of the modern world do: blowing off time on her phone and catching up with the happenings of her friends or acquaintances. But suddenly, in a split second for the woman, the world goes dark and she finds herself flipped and in a bag of sorts. She would also notice that everything feels... odd, wrong, even.
Clara immediately panics upon the entry into the sack, shoving against the confines and shuddering at the uncomfortable, off nature of everything. She cries out "What the hell?!" as she thrashes against the confines, hoping sorely this is just an ill mannered prank. After a few moments she attempts to locate the flashlight in her phone to illuminate her surroundings, look for an opening.
Unfortunately for Clara, her attempt at crying out those human words only results in a loud squeak, and light makes itself apparent as she thrashes around. Over time, she may notice that the 'bag' that she is in is a strange lot like the hoodie that she was wearing, and as she attempts to reach out, she realizes that her fuzzy arms are much, much shorter than that of a human. And of course, the phone is nowhere in reach, isn't that assuring?
Clara squeaks in protest at the transformation. An attempt at determining what happened is made, looking for an exit from the clothing or clothing-adjacent prison and attempting to find some form of reflective surface. The longer it takes her, the more indignant the noises become.
Muffled squeaks escape the hoodie as Clara thrashes and resists it. Eventually, she makes it out, finding herself right where she was before, on her hotel bed, on top of her clothing. At this point, it might start to become increasingly apparent to the woman what has happened to her, although not exactly. Eventually, she locates her phone nearby with its screen facing the ceiling, already in sleep mode due to the lack of use. And there she sees it, not her face, but the face of a strange, rat-dog like creature, presumably brown in color... if she has seen it, she would know, it would be increasingly apparent as she examines her adorable coconut-dog face further by twisting and turning it, that she is indeed.. a capybara, now.
If a capybara could scream, this one would be. Instead, some pseudo-bark leaves her newfound mouth. Clara sits on her haunches and looks to the ceiling, praying to whatever god Capybara pray to that this isn't happening. Lo and behold though, looking back at her reflection confirms it once more. A rodent. A large, majestic rodent, but a rodent nonetheless. This may be the closest anyone has ever come to seeing a Capybara pout.
Prayers sent to the Capybara-God by Clara seem to fall on deaf ears, if there even was such a god in the first place. The more she looks at her reflection on the screen, the more she confirms it, the truth of her new terrifying, yet also adorable if no one knows what is going on, reality is undeniable. She does succeed in breaking the world record in instantly becoming the saddest capybara ever observed, though, so that would be one achievement added to her book. If she does decide to adapt to her reality, she might notice that the room is, well, exactly how she left it, and the time is just about the same, too. She seems to be all alone by her capybara-self in the hotel room, with probably not too many days to plan until she dehydrates or starves to death, or simply gets dumped in the bay.
Isolated in her hotel room, Clara's initial prayers seem in vain as she sits in pouting frustration. The gravity of her situation begins to weigh heavily upon her: left to her own devices, she may face dehydration, starvation, or a worse fate if not discovered soon. While no one is around to witness her record-breaking transformation into the world's most melancholic capybara, she must confront the urgency of her situation and formulate a plan to survive and hopefully reverse the hex that has befallen her.
(Clara's odd encounter(SRMartin):SRMartin)
[Wed Nov 29 2023]
In room 403
A lone sleigh bed entices visitors to rest, complete with fluffed white
pillows and a soft cream comforter. The petite room boasts simplicity at
it's finest. Caramel curtains cascade over two arched windows, matching a
study desk set to the side which gives renters a convenient workspace. A
single closet provides space for clothes, standing beside a door which leads
into a complete bathroom.
It is morning, about 47F(8C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds.
(Your target has been hexed and transformed into an animal against their will. Unable to turn back they need to try to find allies who can understand their problem and find a way to undo the curse.
)
Clara awakes after a terrible night, groaning, dragging her thumb and index across the corners of her eyes to break up the sleepsand as she rolls out of the bed, scouring the desk for her phone only to learn it slipped wood and the wall in the midst of the night. After some grumbling and digging, she retrieves her lost treasure and blasts her eyes fully awake with her text history, shaking off the groginess.
It is a cold, dark Autumn morning in Haven, whatever sunlight that is able to be filtered through the clouds hitting the curtains or perhaps enlightening the room itself a little, but not helping all that much in terms of heating. Clara is able to find her phone and starts off her morning as most denizens of the modern world do: blowing off time on her phone and catching up with the happenings of her friends or acquaintances. But suddenly, in a split second for the woman, the world goes dark and she finds herself flipped and in a bag of sorts. She would also notice that everything feels... odd, wrong, even.
Clara immediately panics upon the entry into the sack, shoving against the confines and shuddering at the uncomfortable, off nature of everything. She cries out "What the hell?!" as she thrashes against the confines, hoping sorely this is just an ill mannered prank. After a few moments she attempts to locate the flashlight in her phone to illuminate her surroundings, look for an opening.
Unfortunately for Clara, her attempt at crying out those human words only results in a loud squeak, and light makes itself apparent as she thrashes around. Over time, she may notice that the 'bag' that she is in is a strange lot like the hoodie that she was wearing, and as she attempts to reach out, she realizes that her fuzzy arms are much, much shorter than that of a human. And of course, the phone is nowhere in reach, isn't that assuring?
Clara squeaks in protest at the transformation. An attempt at determining what happened is made, looking for an exit from the clothing or clothing-adjacent prison and attempting to find some form of reflective surface. The longer it takes her, the more indignant the noises become.
Muffled squeaks escape the hoodie as Clara thrashes and resists it. Eventually, she makes it out, finding herself right where she was before, on her hotel bed, on top of her clothing. At this point, it might start to become increasingly apparent to the woman what has happened to her, although not exactly. Eventually, she locates her phone nearby with its screen facing the ceiling, already in sleep mode due to the lack of use. And there she sees it, not her face, but the face of a strange, rat-dog like creature, presumably brown in color... if she has seen it, she would know, it would be increasingly apparent as she examines her adorable coconut-dog face further by twisting and turning it, that she is indeed.. a capybara, now.
If a capybara could scream, this one would be. Instead, some pseudo-bark leaves her newfound mouth. Clara sits on her haunches and looks to the ceiling, praying to whatever god Capybara pray to that this isn't happening. Lo and behold though, looking back at her reflection confirms it once more. A rodent. A large, majestic rodent, but a rodent nonetheless. This may be the closest anyone has ever come to seeing a Capybara pout.
Prayers sent to the Capybara-God by Clara seem to fall on deaf ears, if there even was such a god in the first place. The more she looks at her reflection on the screen, the more she confirms it, the truth of her new terrifying, yet also adorable if no one knows what is going on, reality is undeniable. She does succeed in breaking the world record in instantly becoming the saddest capybara ever observed, though, so that would be one achievement added to her book. If she does decide to adapt to her reality, she might notice that the room is, well, exactly how she left it, and the time is just about the same, too. She seems to be all alone by her capybara-self in the hotel room, with probably not too many days to plan until she dehydrates or starves to death, or simply gets dumped in the bay.