[Wow excuse the fuck out of her, walking through a magical mirror portal into a cage wasn't on her list of things to happen, and far away from the list of things she'd ever want to experience.
She considers using magic to just blast the door open, but that might come back on her in a weird way. The cage's openings are slightly too small for her bird form, and just a bit too high for her to jump from comfortably in a cat form. She sniffs in disdain and squints to find anyone wandering by.]
You there! Are you good at catching things?
[Normal thing to ask]
B. Pumpkin Pick-Up
[She frowns at the little pumpkin, sighing with a barely disguised exasperation. Tell someone about the scariest moment you’ve ever had, is written there, mockingly. She's tried to lie to just get the prize, and argued a bit too long as the booth owner called her bluff before she huffs away.
Morrigan hardly wants to even bother, but now it's the principle of the thing. She can't lose. So she grabs a random person by the arm or shoulder and frowns at them before deadpanning]
My scariest moment was my son running away into the clutches of my mother, for I didn't know if she would kill him or worse.
[She then looks at the pumpkin, turning it around in her hands before complaining:] How am I supposed to know if it worked? This blasted, useless thing...
C. Witch Hunt
[SO there you are with a witch hat, minding your business, doing whatever, when a crow flutters to land near-by. It might ignore you for a bit, but eventually seems to take interest in something--a shiny bauble on your person, some food, whatever.
It inches closer until it can hop up on your lap--or your shoulder, or another part of your body to either eat or examine things closer.
...And then it takes your hat and flies away, up to a tree branch where it transforms into a woman who sits on the branch and laughs as she plops the hat on her head]
Morrigan | Dragon Age: Inquisition | new player
[Wow excuse the fuck out of her, walking through a magical mirror portal into a cage wasn't on her list of things to happen, and far away from the list of things she'd ever want to experience.
She considers using magic to just blast the door open, but that might come back on her in a weird way. The cage's openings are slightly too small for her bird form, and just a bit too high for her to jump from comfortably in a cat form. She sniffs in disdain and squints to find anyone wandering by.]
You there! Are you good at catching things?
[Normal thing to ask]
B. Pumpkin Pick-Up
[She frowns at the little pumpkin, sighing with a barely disguised exasperation. Tell someone about the scariest moment you’ve ever had, is written there, mockingly. She's tried to lie to just get the prize, and argued a bit too long as the booth owner called her bluff before she huffs away.
Morrigan hardly wants to even bother, but now it's the principle of the thing. She can't lose. So she grabs a random person by the arm or shoulder and frowns at them before deadpanning]
My scariest moment was my son running away into the clutches of my mother, for I didn't know if she would kill him or worse.
[She then looks at the pumpkin, turning it around in her hands before complaining:] How am I supposed to know if it worked? This blasted, useless thing...
C. Witch Hunt
[SO there you are with a witch hat, minding your business, doing whatever, when a crow flutters to land near-by. It might ignore you for a bit, but eventually seems to take interest in something--a shiny bauble on your person, some food, whatever.
It inches closer until it can hop up on your lap--or your shoulder, or another part of your body to either eat or examine things closer.
...And then it takes your hat and flies away, up to a tree branch where it transforms into a woman who sits on the branch and laughs as she plops the hat on her head]
I believe that counts as a 'tag,' yes?
D. Wildcard!
[For everything else!!]