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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.)

Date: 2011-02-03 04:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] moldedoffaults.livejournal.com
William is slightly distracted from his chocolate milkshake by the technology he's fiddling with, trying to fix. He's not entirely certain he can fix it -- of course, he's not entirely certain he's not making it up but he tries to ignore that. It doesn't look like anything he's ever seen, but few things Doctor Smith gives him ever do -- not that his hallucination/permanent houseguest gives him much to fiddle with anyway.

He has no idea that the next time he pays attention to the people around him he's likely to be distracted from his fiddling, of course. He's just enjoying his sweets and having something to do.

Date: 2011-02-03 09:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lyricalstampede.livejournal.com
Cider is sitting on the table, lacking a shirt and looking very confused. He just had to take off his shirt to deal with the expansive wings that just started growing out of his back. Everything feels slightly different, his senses have gone slightly off kilter and he shifts uncomfortably in his spt.

Out of sheer habit, he picks up his guitar, starting to strum out a tune but even that sounds odd to his ears.

Date: 2011-02-04 06:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] moldedoffaults.livejournal.com
It's the music that catches William's attention, and he looks up just to see if it's somebody playing or a radio at first, but he finds he can't look away when he does. His heart races, his mouth goes dry, and it's entirely odd but it's not unpleasant. Far from it. It's ridiculous, and he wants to laugh at himself, but it's a good feeling anyway.

It's only after a few moments that he notices the look on the other's face, and the discomfort. Even under other circumstances he would consider walking over when he saw that but at the moment, there's not even a choice in the matter. He approaches with a slight frown, addressing Cider when he's standing in front of him.

"Are you all right?"

Date: 2011-02-04 06:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lyricalstampede.livejournal.com
"Well," he says with a slight laugh. "That's an interesting question. See,, I have wings. Big wings. Wings that were not there five minutes ago. They are big, and wings. I have wings"

He puts down the guitar and takes in a breath. "Hi, I'm Cider and today is not my best day. I'm not normally this....This." He gestures at himself. "I'm not even sure what this is at this point but I'm not it."

He picks up the guitar again and starts playing a different tune, just something to keep his hands moving, something familiar. Something that is not the fucking wings.

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