[open] Crackplot post!
Feb. 2nd, 2011 04:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wordoftherosesOnce upon a time there was a sentient building that was very fond of snatching up people from whatever they were doing and forcing them to interact.
This was fun for the building for a while but it soon grew bored of just watching people and decided that it would have a little fun.
So now, along with snatching people up from their respective lives, it's decided to run a little experiment.
Hence the nice little spread you'll walk in on in the main room. One table laden with food, the other with drinks, but any option you stumble into will give you more than you bargained for.
There's a prettily laid out platter of fruit, for instance, but if you find yourself munching for it, odd things might start happening. Hearing things people didn't actually say, feeling things for no apparent reason. And if that's a regular occurrence? You just might find it happening a little more frequently, a little more constantly. Or maybe, you'll find other people looking at you as if they can hear what you were just thinking.
There's another platter with a nice little spread of cookies. Some are gigantic, more like a mini-cake than a cookie, and some are normal cookie size. If you much on the normal cookies, you might find yourself feeling odd. Not quite yourself. In fact, very not yourself. And if you go for a big one, you'll find the urge to share it even if you're not the type of person who generally does that. And that person you share it with? You may just find that you feel more like them than you do like you.
There's a bowl of nuts set out that look perfectly innocent, but those who steal a handful will find a few moments later something unfamiliar is happening to their body. An unexpected change in a couple of rather private areas.
Those who go for cake will also find themselves changing physically. Maybe the young are suddenly finding themselves a little more grown-up. Or maybe the grown-up suddenly rediscover their childhood. Or maybe you're somewhere in between, and then, well, who knows where you'll go?
And the last food choice of the day is an offering of pretzels. Those that go for the pretzels will find that, a few moments after taking a bite, something starts fading away. Maybe you can't taste the salt anymore, maybe you can't quite understand what people are saying. Things go dark. You can't speak. Something goes away.
The drinks table holds its own danger in a multitude of enticing liquids. You might be safer sticking with the water. Or, well, maybe not. Because after taking a sip, you'll find that things you don't mean to say just... slip out. That your reactions are a little more intense. Things that should be vaguely amusing you can't stop laughing at and things that are mildly irritating send you into a rage.
There's always tea, but sipping on that might just loosen your tongue even farther. In fact, you may find there's nothing you can think that you don't say.
The coffee is no safer. Sure, at first it seems a little less problematic, but then somebody might ask you a question. And whatever that question is, if you go to lie, you'll find it comes out as the truth anyway. And if you try to lie without being asked a question, it just won't come out the way you expect it to.
There's an array of different flavored juices sitting there to sample as well. But take a sip and you won't get the chance to finish it. Whatever the flavor, you'll find you're something you weren't before. If you're lucky, it's still humanoid. Not everyone will be lucky.
And as a final option, there's three delicious-looking flavors of milkshake set out. Those that go for strawberry might find themselves with butterflies in their stomach at the next person who talks to them. The chocolate fans will find their reaction something a little bit deeper, even if the next person they see is a stranger. And those who go for vanilla might find the exact reverse; the next person that looks at them just won't leave them alone.
Anyone looking for food besides this layout will find their search and/or request comes up with nothing. If you don't touch the offerings, you'll be fine. If you do? Well, good luck....
[OOC: ...Ahem. GIANT CRACKPLOT POST OF DOOM. A quick rundown in case anything's not clear: fruit=psychic abilities (either reading or projecting, and those with abilities are heightened); cookies=personality switch (giant ones are with the person they share with, small ones are just switch an aspect/entire personality as you wish); nuts=genderswap; cake=age (up or down is up to the mun, doesn't matter what age they are); pretzels=sensory loss (or muteness, that counts); water=heightens emotions and/or removes inhibitions; tea=speaks thoughts aloud; coffee=can only tell the truth; juice=species shift; milkshakes=fall in love/crush with the next person you see (strawberry is crush, chocolate is love, vanilla is the next person you see falls for you to a degree up to the muns). Go nuts. Post the same person doing several different cracks. Do several at once to someone. Multiple verses. Whatever. If you want to tag someone specific put their LJ name in the subject of your comment. Otherwise, go nuts
Note: it should be noted that this post was copied from a private musebox that![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
allaroughdraft and I were in. I's copied practically verbatim, so all the credit for the crack goes to her, I just thought it would be fun to open it to mass response.)
This was fun for the building for a while but it soon grew bored of just watching people and decided that it would have a little fun.
So now, along with snatching people up from their respective lives, it's decided to run a little experiment.
Hence the nice little spread you'll walk in on in the main room. One table laden with food, the other with drinks, but any option you stumble into will give you more than you bargained for.
There's a prettily laid out platter of fruit, for instance, but if you find yourself munching for it, odd things might start happening. Hearing things people didn't actually say, feeling things for no apparent reason. And if that's a regular occurrence? You just might find it happening a little more frequently, a little more constantly. Or maybe, you'll find other people looking at you as if they can hear what you were just thinking.
There's another platter with a nice little spread of cookies. Some are gigantic, more like a mini-cake than a cookie, and some are normal cookie size. If you much on the normal cookies, you might find yourself feeling odd. Not quite yourself. In fact, very not yourself. And if you go for a big one, you'll find the urge to share it even if you're not the type of person who generally does that. And that person you share it with? You may just find that you feel more like them than you do like you.
There's a bowl of nuts set out that look perfectly innocent, but those who steal a handful will find a few moments later something unfamiliar is happening to their body. An unexpected change in a couple of rather private areas.
Those who go for cake will also find themselves changing physically. Maybe the young are suddenly finding themselves a little more grown-up. Or maybe the grown-up suddenly rediscover their childhood. Or maybe you're somewhere in between, and then, well, who knows where you'll go?
And the last food choice of the day is an offering of pretzels. Those that go for the pretzels will find that, a few moments after taking a bite, something starts fading away. Maybe you can't taste the salt anymore, maybe you can't quite understand what people are saying. Things go dark. You can't speak. Something goes away.
The drinks table holds its own danger in a multitude of enticing liquids. You might be safer sticking with the water. Or, well, maybe not. Because after taking a sip, you'll find that things you don't mean to say just... slip out. That your reactions are a little more intense. Things that should be vaguely amusing you can't stop laughing at and things that are mildly irritating send you into a rage.
There's always tea, but sipping on that might just loosen your tongue even farther. In fact, you may find there's nothing you can think that you don't say.
The coffee is no safer. Sure, at first it seems a little less problematic, but then somebody might ask you a question. And whatever that question is, if you go to lie, you'll find it comes out as the truth anyway. And if you try to lie without being asked a question, it just won't come out the way you expect it to.
There's an array of different flavored juices sitting there to sample as well. But take a sip and you won't get the chance to finish it. Whatever the flavor, you'll find you're something you weren't before. If you're lucky, it's still humanoid. Not everyone will be lucky.
And as a final option, there's three delicious-looking flavors of milkshake set out. Those that go for strawberry might find themselves with butterflies in their stomach at the next person who talks to them. The chocolate fans will find their reaction something a little bit deeper, even if the next person they see is a stranger. And those who go for vanilla might find the exact reverse; the next person that looks at them just won't leave them alone.
Anyone looking for food besides this layout will find their search and/or request comes up with nothing. If you don't touch the offerings, you'll be fine. If you do? Well, good luck....
[OOC: ...Ahem. GIANT CRACKPLOT POST OF DOOM. A quick rundown in case anything's not clear: fruit=psychic abilities (either reading or projecting, and those with abilities are heightened); cookies=personality switch (giant ones are with the person they share with, small ones are just switch an aspect/entire personality as you wish); nuts=genderswap; cake=age (up or down is up to the mun, doesn't matter what age they are); pretzels=sensory loss (or muteness, that counts); water=heightens emotions and/or removes inhibitions; tea=speaks thoughts aloud; coffee=can only tell the truth; juice=species shift; milkshakes=fall in love/crush with the next person you see (strawberry is crush, chocolate is love, vanilla is the next person you see falls for you to a degree up to the muns). Go nuts. Post the same person doing several different cracks. Do several at once to someone. Multiple verses. Whatever. If you want to tag someone specific put their LJ name in the subject of your comment. Otherwise, go nuts
Note: it should be noted that this post was copied from a private musebox that
allaroughdraft and I were in. I's copied practically verbatim, so all the credit for the crack goes to her, I just thought it would be fun to open it to mass response.)
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Date: 2011-02-02 09:56 pm (UTC)It's cold, much colder than she is and she remembers that humans like chocolate. She's trying to be human today, she doesn't know why. it's not really working but it's something to do.
She looks around, blinking. Something feels different but she keeps drinking. Maybe it's working, maybe she's changing from her wretched state into something new.
She can only hope.
I apologize in advance and give you full leave to ignore this.
Date: 2011-02-02 11:22 pm (UTC)He comes up behind her, not that he expects her to be surprised, and rests his fingers on the back of her neck, grinning as he addresses her. "Hello, my dear."
Oh, you are a fucking horrible persona nd I love you
Date: 2011-02-02 11:34 pm (UTC)He touches her and she flickers under his hand, a chill running down her spine. She welcomes that touch, even though it's too hot, even though she knows he shouldn't. She wants it.
She doesn't say anything, just looks up at him and she tries to keep the adoration out of her gaze but it's hard.
Oh, good. As long as you don't mind.
Date: 2011-02-02 11:54 pm (UTC)His fingers tap against her neck, a quick four beats before his hand moves, tucking her hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering on her cheek. She's hot to the touch, but he's used to that, even enjoys it; it reminds him of the sight of her, glowing red with the promise of what she can do.
"How are you today, hmm?" he asks; his tone is pleasant but his eyes are intense, fixed on her, evaluating, watching her expression and her body language closely.
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Date: 2011-02-03 12:04 am (UTC)Today that's the case anyway.Who knows what sort of mood she'll be in tomorrow.
She leans into his touch though, even if her words carry no emotion to them. She nuzzles his hand like a cat, her form thrumming in what almost seems like a purr. She's happy to have it, happy to have is touch there, even though she knows it's wrong.
There's a large part of her that say sit doesn't matter and that's the part that's winning right now.
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Date: 2011-02-03 12:20 am (UTC)"That's always good to hear," he responds with a smile.
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Date: 2011-02-03 12:26 am (UTC)A part of her screams, ylls that she's a traitor to herself and the Doctor but this feels so good, so right. She wants this, she wants it so badly. She wants to be around him and be good for him.
Her head is slightly spinning with the contrasting thoughts but she just buries hier head against his neck in hopes it will settle.
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Date: 2011-02-03 01:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-03 01:33 am (UTC)She stays there, frozen in his arms, not sure what to do. She wants to stay, wants to curl up there and linger near him, stay in his arms and be his but she wonders if she can do that? If she would be allowed to by her own mind.
She doesn't think so.
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Date: 2011-02-03 02:05 am (UTC)When he speaks again, there's a touch of hypnotic suggestion in his voice. If she didn't already want to stay, it would do nothing, but since she does, it might just convince her. Might. He doesn't want to make it so strong she has no choice; he's too interested to see what she'll do if he doesn't.
"Relax. I have you. Trust me."
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Date: 2011-02-03 05:11 am (UTC)His hands are acceptable.
It's slow but she relaxes, almost calculated, but it happens. She nuzzles him again, body starting up a cautious thrum. She wants to stay, she does. A big part of her wants this and even the other part, the part that rages and swells and screams, grows a little quieter when he speaks.
She can stay for a while. She can stay here.
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Date: 2011-02-03 05:38 am (UTC)But why shouldn't he be possessive? She's his, after all, and if she's finally coming to accept it, all the better.
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Date: 2011-02-03 05:04 pm (UTC)She nuzzles him again, the thrum growing stronger. She can be good, she wants to. She wants so much to be whole, to be herself, to be beautiful, to fly, but she could be good. That's not hard and it would be nice to do something right.
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Date: 2011-02-04 06:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-04 06:41 am (UTC)he's enjoying it, that means she's doing this right. It's not perfect but right is better than that. She opens herself carefully, cautiously and she reaches out with the four beats in her mind, reaches for him carefully though wanting all at once.
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Date: 2011-02-07 06:33 am (UTC)He lets her come to him for the moment, not reaching out to meet her, but welcoming her as she opens to him. If she wants anything beyond that, she'll have to show him that she does, though he doesn't push that, just lets it sit there where she can feel it.