To be honest it was a veritable sensory overload.

Not a single familiar face in sight. It was just a slew of demi-humans, archetypically dressed individuals and stuff that was downright alien to her breadth of experiences. She would have been fascinated were it not for the unfortunate fact that she was caught directly in the middle of it all as one of the more unusual creatures in an already unusual gathering. With everyone talking over one another, even creatures from the surrounding taking interest in them and adding their two cents, it wasn't feasible for parse everything that was going on let alone respond to any part of it individually.

"This... Can't be real. It's clearly a psychotropic hallucination." She confirmed to nobody in particular. Others seemed to denounce the possibility that this wasn't real but she couldn't even confirm if they themselves were real. She believed her mind was projecting personalities that were familiar to her onto ideas likely born from the character designs that were brought in, all tossed up in the subconscious stew of collective ideas inseminated into her by the media she regularly ingested like so many others.

She simply crossed her arms and closed her eyes. If this was all a delusion then she needed to remain grounded lest she hurt herself through involuntary motions born of perceived actions made in this hallucinatory trap. Such would have been fine too except there was still that continued hissing noise directly beneath her. Little had she known the acidic properties of her slime had been well at work on the wooden floor ever since she manifested. She suddenly felt herself lurch back with the sound of wood snapping, jarring her out of her little attempt at returning to the reality she knew. The snap was followed in a chain reaction by the sudden cracking sound which resulted from the floor giving out beneath her, bits of acid-bitten wood showering down beside her as she plummeted.

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Hitting the ground with a splat she quickly collected herself in the literal sense of the term, her form naturally forming back up into a humanoid shape given how it's the most familiar shape for her to assume. The world appeared to be swimming as her eye-spots swam about, quickly shuffling back where they belonged on her head. She reached up and gripped her wobbly designated head to try and alleviate that feeling that had taken hold of her since she arrived. The closest comparison she could liken it to would be sea sickness, that queasy feeling one gets like their insides are swimming about anytime their body's motion and their perceived motion is disconnected from one another.

Once she had her bearings about her she looked around at her sudden change in surroundings. It appeared she was now in the cellar given how she was surrounded by large casks. Beyond that she could see little given the lack of light sources below. Beyond the beam of light pouring down from the tavern's main floor she could see little past the darkness. She could, however, hear the delicate clattering of claws through vibrations such sounds produced across her skin. She could even hear the tremors of these movements through the surface she rested upon, able to pinpoint their locations with relative accuracy.

"Um... Hey, everyone?" She asked up to the opening in the hopes her peers were near enough to hear her.

"It's kind of dark down hear and I think I hear... Rats?" She was guessing at what these sounds might of been. The clattering was loud even for rats however. Whatever it was was a fair bit bigger than a simple sewer rat. Worse yet the idea of confronting such vermin sent a chill up her spineless back. Despite her fascination with things often regarded as disturbing or strange by many she was no less revolted by these things when personally confronted with them.

An unfortunate fascination indeed.