Gretchen
"Then he must have chosen me! Quickly, you can decide if you want to kill me when we get out!"

*She rushed back towards the Dining table where the Mad God had sat. 

"Do you mind? I'm busy doing the fishstick. It's a very delicate state of mind!"*

"Pelagius Septim the Third is FIXED!"

*"Hmmmm... 'Fixed' is such a subjective term. I think 'treated' is far more appropriate, don't you? Like one does to a rash, or an arrow in the face. Ah, but no matter. Heartless mortal that you are, you've actually succeeded and survived. I am forced to honor my end of the bargain. So congratulations! You're free to go! I... Have been known to change my mind. So... Go. Really."

He stood up and brushed himself off. 

"Pelagius Septim the Third, once the Mad Emperor of Tamriel, now so boringly sane. I always knew he had it in him!Well, I suppose it's back to the Shivering Isles. The trouble Haskill can get into while I'm gone simply boggles the mind... Let's make sure I'm not forgetting anything. Clothes? Check. Beard? Check! Luggage? Luggage! Now where did I leave my luggage?"

And then that bosmer suddenly appeared... It's a real party now!

"Master! You've taken me back! Does this mean we're going home? Oh, happy times! I can't wait to..."
"Yes, yes, that's quite enough celebration. Let's send you ahead, shall we?"

Sheogorath turned and Adressed Ayrenn.

"And as for you, my manic little mortal minion... Feel free to keep the Wabbajack. As a symbol of my... Oh, just take the damn thing! You take care of yourself, now."

He would then turn to Mirihil, with his piercing white eyes. 

"And if you ever find yourself up in New Sheoth, do look me up. We can share a strawberry torte. Ta ta!"

And then the two of them were gone, back in the Blue Palace lying on the ground, still in fancy clothing...*
Alex
Mirihil sighed before following Ayrenn back to the table. She watched the exchange silently, a bit surprised when the Bosmer showed up. Ayrenn had been chosen as Sheogorath's champion, or at least as the wielder of his artifact—that outcome had been obvious for a while. 

What terrified Mirihil, what drove the hairs on her neck to stand on end and made every moment of her life she held dear flash before her eyes, was when Sheogorath stared straight at her. Her chest seemed to lock up as he spoke, and she didn't have time to recover before they were sent back to Nirn.

Mirihil groaned as she sat up and looked around, head swirling. Much to her dismay, she was still in her suit. She shielded her eyes from the sunlight that peered through a window right next to her, looking over to Ayrenn.

"So... What do you think the chances are of him randomly deciding to shatter my mind one day?" She asked as she stood, wiping some of the dust off herself.
Gretchen
"Oh, I think you're fine. There's... Preconditions and such..."

*Their prior clothes were folded neatly atop two crates. There was a strawberry tart on top of Mirihils. Ayrenn stood, using her newfound Wabbajack, and moved to grab her things...*

"I-I think you've got a strong mind... But with all that Wizard stuff... Don't take it too far. Thats when he would Take You."
Alex
"Well, that's equal parts reassuring and terrifying," She answered as she walked over to her clothes, picking up the strawberry tart and inspecting it, obviously suspicious. "I've always tried to avoid the whole reclusive mage in a tower archetype, but still..."

She handed the strawberry tart to Ayrenn before grabbing her old clothes and holding them between her waist and forearm. "Here, you could take it if you like. Got a feeling that, I dunno, it'd turn to roaches when I take a bite out of it, or that it'd actually be made of mortal entrails."
Gretchen
"Well there's that dunmer lady at the college... With the yellow blotches on her face. She seems to be losing it... Or maybe my definition is changing? Is it? No, she's starting to lose it."

*It was Nereva. Someone she had met. She refused the tart.*

"I can't take the Tart it's your tart. It's your lucky tart... I can't take it. He meant it for you methinks."
Alex
She'd heard of a Dunmer woman at the College recently. She hoped it wasn't Ayemnivi's cousin. 

"That's... Ominous," She said as she looked down at the tart, then back up to Ayrenn. "Anyway, if you want to get going, I'll head out after you. Gotta lock the door again to make it seem like no one was ever here."
Gretchen
"They'll know something happened... The... Feeling of this wing is gone. Cleansed."

*She grabbed her clothes and put them under her arm, and grabbed her Wabbajack.*

"I do so appreciate your time! You are an excellent little helper..."

*She began to walk, opening the door quickly and slipping out. They weren't seen.*
Alex
Being called a helper left a bad taste in Mirihil's tongue. Before she could voice that though, Ayrenn left. She shook her head and sighed before walking out as well, locking the door behind her with a spell.
Gretchen
*She was already gone though... Seemingly without a trace. But they had both accomplished many things today. And Mirihil would have a story that nobody would believe. There was an air of calmness in the Foyer of the Blue Palace. As though Pelagius was thanking her...*