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[And here is standing Rita...who doesn't look or even sound particularly different than usual. However, the genius mage is very much male today. And as far as he's concerned, he always has been.]

I hate you and your curses, City.

[He scowls at a blown-up wall in the house. Some of the debris is still lying around.]

[ooc: Male Rita has very few physical changes she never did have a chest. Replies will come from y_variable! Destroyed wall (and other things...) thanks to St. Patrick's Day and Flynn.]

[Here is one genius mage, seated at a table with books and tools strewn everywhere as always. In her hands is a shiny object that could be mistaken for a thick bracelet, if not for the intermittent light emitted by the inset gem and the holographic console above it. Rita taps several symbols on the console, and the gem pulses weakly before fading again. Although she sighs and shakes her head, there's not really much actual impatience behind it.]

Come on, old man. I know you can do better than that. Don't be so lazy...

[While she mutters, she continues typing and adjusting until the light becomes strong and steady, at which point she nods in satisfaction. Pride, even.]

See? You can do it when you want to. Okay, Arven, you'll be working hard from now on if you know what's good for you.

[If the blastia's name sounds similar to Raven, it's clearly just coincidence. Clearly.]

[Why a stack of books doesn't make a good stepladder is demonstrated pretty well when the stack wobbles, Rita slips, and everything crashes to the floor. Several books go with her, and she mutters some choice words. Particularly when one falls right on her head.

Eventually, she sits up in the middle of yet another disaster in the study, clutching her head with a dazed expression that actually has nothing to do with this accident and quite a lot to do with a recent mistletoe curse. Her face goes a few shades of red, even as she berates herself; this is stupid, pointless, and she shouldn't care...right?]

Argh, what am I doing...? There's no way that's normal at all.

Okay, there's seriously too much junk around here. We don't need any of this stuff, so I'll sell it to anyone who asks.

["Junk" is pretty accurate. Rita's gathered a pile of mostly-useless items, from broken glassware to used post-it notes, a human skull and an old coin, and more. Some Most of it probably isn't even hers.]

Oh, this thing--

[At this point, she holds up a sealed sandwich bag...with a biohazard label. Inside is a trio of innocent- and tasty-looking meatballs.]

Use it for tests or poison or something, I don't care--just don't handle it without the proper safety measures. I won't be responsible for any deaths because of this thing, all right?

And no refunds! Don't buy something if you don't actually want it.

I don't even need to ask who left that in the fridge. Seriously, I've never seen anything that gross in my life! Eat your own damn leftovers next time before I blast them! And there's no way I'm cleaning this up--

Wait, is that...My curse token?! How the hell did this thing...

...Ugh. I don't even want it anymore.

::malfunctioned private filter-->public::
[It's a gruesome scene: a person, shuddering uncontrollably and on the verge of death while hooked up to a strange machine. Rita hovers nearby and is lacking any kind of care for her failing and whimpering subject.]

Stop whining, already. It's not like the pain's going to stop. Ah-

[The blastia core she's fiddling with emits a bright burst of light; simultaneously, the human battery spasms violently, coughs foamy blood, then goes still. The light persists for a few seconds before it, too, fades. Rita doesn't even blink, a curious gleam in her eyes.]

Hm, that wasn't bad--Subject number 0027 lasted 36 hours with output increased by 13 percent. Shortening the duration definitely gives an increase in power, just as expected. Possible relationship to subject age; should run tests on subjects under 10 years.

[She distractedly mutters the conclusion to the device, then nods to herself.]

Time to dispose of this thing and start on the next one.

::filtered to Raven//hackable::

You're way overdue for maintenance, Schwann. I suggest you come by at some point if you know what's good for you.

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[Rita has apparently decided to troll or cosplay or something. There's no other reason she'd be wearing a pair of fake, fluffy cat ears...unless she's been cursed, which: yes indeed. Fetish fuel aside, she's acting perfectly normal!]

...monitoring gauge to the pressure valve for the addition funnel, then for this part--refluxing, collection flask down here, and--

...Meow?

[Or mostly normal. The meow comes as Rita notices her device on and looks up from a diagram she's drawing. Apparently either uncaring or oblivious, she makes no mention of the cat theme and switches off the video.]

[ooc: Someone's incepted! Because Yuri thinks it'd be fab if Rita dressed as a cat, she's simply decided to do it herself. As far as she's concerned, it wasn't for any particular reason. Appropriate icon is actually very appropriate!]