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[crushed_pearls]

Erin's voice mail message is in a weary voice: "Erin Peters. If you called in the middle of the night and I didn't answer, I'm dying. If I pick up and someone on your end isn't dying, they will be shortly. Text otherwise."

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[crushed_pearls]

"Provided it's not an Excalibur I'd be delighted."

[ossie_oswald]

"I'm sure I wouldn't know what to do with it if I did," he jokes back.

Ossie leans back on the couch, crosses his legs, and wipes a hand down his face. When his hand moves, his face- and the rest of him- looks just a tad different.

"Abracadabra."

[crushed_pearls]

There is.

A long.

Silence.

In a strangled voice: "Well. I'd say this. Better not awaken anything in me. But. It sure did."

[ossie_oswald]

Ossie laughs, tossing his head. His hair, even longer, still settles perfectly around his face.

"I am still very much a man, I should say," he traces a finger down the lapel of his suit, "but I've never been much of a conventional man. It's nice to have a little bit more freedom in my presentation."

[crushed_pearls]

"I'm glad to hear it!" Is that about him still being a man or his new gift? Good question! "Though it does ask some practical questions about how you might choose to use it. I get away with some light shapeshifting because I've not bothered to hide it, but, well -" Erin gestures at the door to the cabin. "You're a bit more reserved."

[ossie_oswald]

"Mm, I've no intentions of deceiving anyone intentionally with it," he toys with his hair, "but it seems a pity not to get to play with it a bit, wot. One of the things I miss about the world outside our fine vessel was the chance to be a perfect stranger for people. I find increasingly I'm excellent at first impressions and terrible at anything past that," he chuckles.

"Still, there are people who know what I am, and I do intend on entertaining them with this."

There's a scent of harebells in the air as he considers flustering one of his gentleman friends with this form... please hold, Ossie can't come to the phone right this moment.

[crushed_pearls]

"I've already teased Crabb with getting ravished by herself but evil, I'm there with you."

God Erin hopes she's into that because Erin sure is.

[ossie_oswald]

A mad grin crosses his face as the idea of fucking Giles as himself enters the halls of his mind and makes off with the silverware.

"Please, forgive me, but I believe I have to attend to something with Giles rather urgently. Do come by again later?"

[crushed_pearls]

"Absolutely!" Erin slaps her knees in the traditional American Getting Up From Their Seat gesture, tips Ossie a bow, and then flees as politely as possible so she can scrub her mind clean of the ideas it's gotten.