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Once 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] 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.)
From: [identity profile] splithesky.livejournal.com
She knows he's near, can feel him but she doesn't tense the way she normally would. She wonders if this is becuase she's new but she knows it's not, knows that she's just playing a game.

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)
From: [identity profile] isitthesmile.livejournal.com
Her response isn't what he's used to. Usually she doesn't accept his touch as easily, and the way she's looking up at him.... Something new is happening here, and he's quite interested to find out what it is.

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.

Date: 2011-02-03 12:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] splithesky.livejournal.com
"We are fine," she answer simply. The 'we' in the statement being the her that was and the her that is. She is split, a creature that has lived two lives and whose mind is at war with itself as often as it is with others.

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.

Date: 2011-02-03 12:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] isitthesmile.livejournal.com
Oh, he likes this, the way she responds to him, and his fingers stay on her skin, his palm resting against the side of her neck, thumb stroking her cheek. He settles in front of her, almost touching, almost close enough to be completely in her space. He's curious, to see how close she'll let him come before she stops reacting with favor.

"That's always good to hear," he responds with a smile.

Date: 2011-02-03 12:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] splithesky.livejournal.com
She likes him in front of her, likes him close and she blinks, wondering where that thought comes from but she doesn't have time to think about it, she's leaning forward, coming to press up against him and shutting her eyes.

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.

Date: 2011-02-03 01:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] isitthesmile.livejournal.com
He almost laughs when she leans into him, and he wraps his arms around her gently, stroking her hair, touching her skin. His fingers drum lightly against her back as he speaks, his voice soothing, a contrast to his manic and almost triumphant grin. "There we are, love. Your Master's got you."

Date: 2011-02-03 01:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] splithesky.livejournal.com
That makes her tense, her body almost seizing up at his words. It's not soothing, not the way his touch is. It's supposed to be and a part of her still finds that comforting, wants it even, but that part of her that's screaming out has gotten too loud to ignore.

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.

Date: 2011-02-03 02:05 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] isitthesmile.livejournal.com
"Shh." He continues to touch her as she freezes, his hands smoothing over her back, fingers running through her hair, brushing across her neck, her arms.

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."

Date: 2011-02-03 05:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] splithesky.livejournal.com
The hands are all right, she decides. The hands are not bad. The hands are not those words, those words that make everything flare up, that make the heat worse, that make everything spin and her mind swell with something close to anger.

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.

Date: 2011-02-03 05:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] isitthesmile.livejournal.com
"Good girl," he praises when she relaxes, that touch of hypnotism still in his voice. He smooths her hair back and kisses her on the forehead, and it would almost be a fatherly gesture if it wasn't for how possessive his hands are on her.

But why shouldn't he be possessive? She's his, after all, and if she's finally coming to accept it, all the better.

Date: 2011-02-03 05:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] splithesky.livejournal.com
The words send a shiver up her spine and she can't decide if it's good or bad. She doesn't mind those words, not the way she minds the other ones and the reaction they induce is both unpleasant and delightful.

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.

Date: 2011-02-04 06:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] isitthesmile.livejournal.com
His fingers tap along her back, enjoying that shiver as it passes. He rests his chin on the top of her head, his eyes closed, the grin never fading. His mind curls around her gently, not pressing, not demanding interest, but letting her feel his presence. Most of his mind is still shielded from her, but he lets his enjoyment of this moment through, just slightly, though the triumph stays hidden away.

Date: 2011-02-04 06:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] splithesky.livejournal.com
The thrumming starts to fall in time with the rhythm, rising in intensity on the beats. She curls a little in, so that her back is pressing into his fingers ans her face is pressing int his shoulder more. His mind against hers makes her nervous, tense all over again but she doesn't pull away. She just sits there, letting him linger and carefully enjoying herself.

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.

Date: 2011-02-07 06:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] isitthesmile.livejournal.com
The rhythm quickens as he feels her matching it, loving the echo, feeding off of it, growing slowly more intense in his mind and in the tapping against her as each set of beats passes.

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.

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