a) Transformation
He hasn't really had a chance to understand communication device he's been given, and so he has largely ignored it in favour of soaking in the atmosphere of the place. Thus he is oblivious to the warnings about staying in past sundown and wonders why the streets are suddenly far emptier than they had been half a bell ago. Those who are about now wear their masks without exception and it seems as though their eyes linger on his exposed face. He fiddles with the red mask hanging before his breast and almost decides to put it on...

But his gaze is drawn to the sky where the moon is fading. Without warning, a sharp pain lances through his shoulder blades, bringing him to his knees. Bone cracks, flesh (and cloth) tears, and Emet-Selch convulses with a blood-curdling scream as two large limbs burst out of his back. Resembling muscled arms, they emerge much like a hatchling cracking open its shell, smearing blood against every surface they brush against. Emet-Selch is left bent double and in shock, shuddering with every laboured breath he pulls. His transformations usually aren't like this. What is happening to him?

b) Late night
Wandering the streets at night, Emet-Selch is barely conscious. He only looks half the mage he ought to be, lacking the raiment of his true form in spite of having all the extra limbs. Something about the darkness not only draws a veil over one's sight - to him it feels like he's wading through a marsh. He craves familiar company to the exclusion of all others, and he WILL fight to keep away strangers or anyone with hostile intent.

He glides slowly onward, heralded only by the soft sound of shifting tentacles and his own quiet breathing.

Now having made it to the safety of the Skytower, Emet-Selch breathes a little easier. Night falls without that strangely addictive transformation and he feels in command of his senses once more.

The ancient mage can be found wandering the tower in exploration - sampling the food, browsing the library etc. The library especially captures his interest and he can be found there most hours, tucked into an armchair with a book in his lap and a glass of wine close to hand.

Alternatively, one can find him in the hot springs during the day (i.e. no shadowplay) enjoying the view from above.

(The smut options are OVER HERE in a separate log post.)

(This is otherwise a generic open prompt for Emet hanging out at the party afterwards. A good chance to meet and admire monstery Emet without the awkward smut.)

If you have something in mind or want to run an idea by me, drop a comment over here.