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[punkblaze]

What the fuck is going on?!

[Just outside the bar, Eithan is pacing back and forth, hands on his hips (when not running through his hair), eyes wide and expression frantic. He looks confused, pissed off, blindsided and very much agitated. It'd probably take a miracle to properly calm him down at the moment.

... Oh. And he's wearing a dress.]

Who the fuck goes around tellin' a whole goddamn town that his son can spin straw into gold? Are you fuckin' serious?! And now they want me to do it! And the fuckin' queen is involved!! I mean, did he not see that comin'?! Fuck. ... Fuck!

[Practically seething, he leans against a convenient wall, arms crossed, sulking.]

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[eyesofaserpent]

[Hey, that convenient wall happens to be that of the wall of Crowley's room, thankyouverymuch. The demon pokes his head out of the door looking a touch grumpy.]

You woke me up.

[punkblaze]

Oh. Uh. Sorry.

[He steps away from the wall. Still, he's ticked, and just standing isn't doing anything to help that. He starts pacing again, muttering to himself.]

This is such bullshit.

[ex_oneiromancer912]

[Morgana gallops in, having lucked out with her armour being not at all unlike her usual fighting clothes.]

...Eithan? [She covers her mouth to hide the laugh.] It is a very nice look on you.

[punkblaze]

Ha ha. Ha. Yes, green's my color. Brings out all the red. [grumblemumble...! Ah well. It's still nice to have people to talk to, even if he gets laughed ats. ]

Nice horse, though.

[ex_oneiromancer912]

Thank you. [She hops down, very happy with herself.] Apparently, I am the Crown Prince Morgan. I had no idea being the Crown Prince was so rewarding. [Now she understands why Arthur never gave it up.] The kingdom is entirely unfamiliar to me, though, and I have yet to see Arthur or Gwen.

[eyesofaserpent]

[He rolls his shoulders and leans in the door jam.]

Alright, I'll bite. What's with the getup?

[punkblaze]

I don't even know! [He's waving his arms and making grand gestures as he talks.] Suddenly, my world's backpedaled a few centuries and my father's some peasant or somethin'. And he's tellin' people I can do somethin' I can't - that no one can - and now I'm in fuckin' trouble for it.

[punkblaze]

Yeah, pretty sure crown princes have awesome lives. [He grins a little.]

But, your world's been changed too? Weird. I don't know what the hell's goin' on, but I really don't appreciate gettin' locked up.

[eyesofaserpent]

Odd... Machinations of the Machine, probably?

[punkblaze]

Probably. But geez, it's got a really stupid fuckin' sense of humor. [Sulkity sulk...!</i.]

[eyesofaserpent]

It's the same sense of humor that stole my sunglasses and made me a weak human. [POUT]

[punkblaze]

[Sympathetic wince]

That sucks. Did that get fixed at least?

[ex_oneiromancer912]

Why were you imprisoned? [Her eyes flicker over the dress. Surely not because he has dressed like a woman??]

[eyesofaserpent]

No.

[punkblaze]

Because apparently in this new world thing, my dad's a fuckin' idiot. [SIGH.]

He told people I could spin straw into gold. So everyone believed it, includin' the queen. And she's thrown me into some stupid room with a spinning wheel and a bunch of straw, and if I don't turn it all into gold by mornin', I'm dead.

[ex_oneiromancer912]

That's ridiculous! If they try to lay one hand on you, call me, and I will cut them all down. [If Morgana has slipped into her fairytale persona, she hasn't noticed.]

[punkblaze]

I... yeah, I'll probably take you up on that. I... can't use my magic. [Twitch!] I guess that'd make it way too easy.

[Oh, what he wouldn't give to just blow a hole in the wall and run off...]

[punkblaze]

[Blink!]

Damn. Well, there's a... lost-and-found board thing. Maybe someone say somethin' about 'em?

[eyesofaserpent]

I did. No bites. I'm getting increasingly frustrated over this. [He sighs.]

But at least I'm not in a dress.

[dragonnerd.livejournal.com]

[This is unpleasant. Very much unpleasant. This time Hiccups KNOWS something is so not right... If the change in his environment wouldn't be enough, his ridiculious outfit (http://www.edfringe.com/uploads/event/rumpelstiltskin_23281.jpg) definitely is. So after some heavy freaking, he decided to go to the only place that might not have changed: the Plane.

He was just wondering around when he heard the loud complaining about some straw, and gold. What was strange, since... He kinda knew how to do that. Maybe. Thus, after just staring, he slowly gets closer to the strange lady, and hesitantly tugs on her dress. Since, now Hiccup is... well, is not much taller than an average human's knee. Yes, that could have been another sign that something is seriously messed up again.]

Ah--- yoooou are not a lady.

[punkblaze]

[Eithan looks down at the kid - short person? - thing in weird clothing? - something and quirks an eyebrow, then grumbles.]

Yeah, I'm not. Thank you for noticin'.

[He does smooth out the skirt of his dress, though.]

[punkblaze]

[That comment wins Crowley a slight glower from Eithan, but it's gone with a shake of his head.]

Well if it makes you feel even better? I... lost my magic, too. And I'm stuck in the damn dress.

[dragonnerd.livejournal.com]

It's fine, really, I meet a lot of men in woman clothing... All the time.

[Hiccup just continues staring at him though. But somehow, there is this very-very hard urge to help out this person. And that necklace looks appealing too.]

Uuuh, I, uh... [Hiccup squints one of his eyes, being extremely... freaked out. Still.] As I heard you are in trouble, right? So, this might sound a biiit, um, a lot unbelievable, but I think I could maybe help you. You know, if you want it... But if don't, it's fine! I mean it's your life I guess, but on the other hand I really haven't met anyone who could spin gold from anything, let alone from straw, it's hard work, and, well, pretty... hard. Too. Yes.

[But then how he himself knows?! Hiccup goes a bit pale.]

[eyesofaserpent]

[He frowns.]

Oh... Well, when I realized I lost my powers, I was just in my skivvies and had to ask people for clothing.

[punkblaze]

[Snort!]

A dress is better than that. A little.