Arthur sighed in relief when the man walked away. The sound of his own voice was bad enough but he clearly had been given the powers of his favorite support character Bard. How did shit like this happen and was it possible that.. Others had been effected?
The meep danced over Alex's head as he sped off with the creature whispering to Arthur. The words were unintelligible but he followed all the same, his path littered with chimes that flowed about his person until they turned to motes of dust that filled what he felt like was his soul with an exhilarating tingle of energy.
His amused walk ended with the whispers at a coffee shop. Meeps danced about the door in a gentle sway that beckoned to him. 
His feet followed but his mind knew that any interaction in there would be impossible with the way he spoke. His hand shot into his coat pocket and pulled out a single piece of paper from a notebook he kept to record where he walked and what he found. 
He entered the cafe and tried to act like nothing was amiss, his suit was a bit wrinkled and his eyes wandered constantly, but Arthur made it to the counter and placed the paper upon it.

A stroke of luck came his way when the cashier shrugged, handed him his order and took the payment. A hot chocolate and a small muffin was all he bothered with at the moment, his roiling stomach would not accept anything heavier than this.
Despite the strange events, Arthur tried to remain positive. He glanced around out of curiosity and his eyes bulged..
Meeps danced over many patrons, one of them flickered like he wasn't even truly there, while others seemed to have strange characteristics he couldn't describe. Whatever it was about them, the meeps knew straight away. One such keep still hovered above the roller bladed from earlier working behind the counter!
That was it! These people must be like him!
But how? Why? Thoughts swirled in Aethurs mind at light speed refusing to calm, threatening his composure. He couldn't help but take a deep breathe, his body expanding with the intake ever so slightly, before his inevitable exhale escaped him. Like a low horn it rang from his stomach as the air escaped him. Arthur could only look straight ahead in abject terror.