by Narrator » Tue Feb 18, 2025 11:30 am
Rather than pick an actual empty storefront, Miriam had selected one of the doors with yellow-and-black sticky tape blocking it off. Perhaps she was overly distracted by Sam's hulking form, or by the various whimsy that was going on around them, but whatever the reason, that's the door she chose to go through...
There's a weird sensation as they pass through the doorway -- a tingling up and down the spine and a sense of disorientation as their footing vanishes in front of them. Rather than step through a doorway, the trio would find themselves climbing out of some sort of trough? A trough filled with murky grey mud which slid off of them as they clambored out, finding themselves on a star floor in a some kind of dark...shed? Hut? Certainly, not the smart empty shop they had hoped to climb through.
Miriam found herself wearing a simple, practical dress -- coarse-woven wool, dyed an earthy brown. The bodice was laced up the front, snugly fitting and showing off her assets, while a white chemise peaked out from underneath. Her skirt reached her ankles, patched in places from wear and tear, with a sturdy apron tied about her waist. A simple cloth headscarf wrapped around her head, completing her look -- a look, from the mirror she could see in front of her, wasn't quite right. She looked Miriam-adjacent, but the shape of the nose was wrong; the hair and eye color wasn't quite there and she had never had that hair style in her life.
Sam was still a hulking nine-foot tall musclewoman with two heads, which probably would draw attention. But she was in a fine woolen dress herself, this one dyed a deep green, with more embroidery around the neckline and cuffs than Miriam had. Her sleeves were fitted over her massive arms, with a slight puff at the shoulders. A dark blue overdress, with a braided belt, added to the look. She had a patterned kerchief covering her hair, while Wyll's raven locks were tied in a loose braid down their back. Wyll's appearance hadn't changed much at all. Sam, like Miriam, was slightly off, but closer to how she viewed her 'normal' self.
They were breathing again, which felt a little weird after having been in the clay for some time. But their bodies would still feel slightly off, and, if they concentrated, they could find themselves leaving fingerprints in their flesh -- they appeared to still be made of clay, just the more human-faking version that Will normally wore out and about?
The smell of roast meat and the bustle of town could be heard outside the shed. Peaking through the door to the outside, they could see some sort of medieval town square -- something right out of Robin Hood or Merlin or something, with peasants wandering around going about their business. It smelled good enough that Wyll was drooling on their shared dress, and their stomach was growling.
This must be one of the portals to other worlds the Wills were talking about. I mean, obviously.