[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: 2011-02-04 06:44 am (UTC)Now that she knows what she's doing with the whole psychic issue, she's not too bothered by it but experiencing that kind of loso cf control all over again? She'd rather pass
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Date: 2011-02-04 06:51 am (UTC)After a few moments' perusal of their contents, a bright idea comes to her mind. Or at least, it seems like a bright idea to the emotionally-overwhelmed and rather uninhibited sixteen-year-old that she currently is. It's actually a tremendously reckless idea, but no one said Iris wasn't reckless at the best of times.
"Hey, Aurora," she calls. "Tell you what. I'll do a dare. You pick something, and I'll eat it."
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Date: 2011-02-04 06:59 am (UTC)"Well, we know what the fruit does. So....Try the cake!" She can see the fault in this plan but her curiosity wins out over that. After all, she's not the one trying it and she'll take full responsibility for whatever mess Iris happens to get herself in, so she doesn't think it's too bad.
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Date: 2011-02-04 07:20 am (UTC)She takes a plate and serves herself a small forkful of the cake. "Hey, whoa, that's kinda tingly," she remarks, setting the cake down and rubbing her arms. They're thrumming with energy, as if something within them is being warmed up and stretched out by many pairs of kneading hands.
And then the ground opens up. Or at least, that feels like what it's doing. Her legs feel like they've turned to water, and her line of sight is slowly sinking, as if she's being pulled down into a vortex that's appeared around her feet. "Hey, what gives?" she yelps in a high-pitched voice, attempting to tug one of her feet "loose"-- and falling over in the process. Her wings immediately fluff up in fright.
And they're a lot fluffier than they used to be. If they previously had a sprinkling of juvenile feathers, they're now very obviously young bird wings, the plumage downy and short. She looks like a giant greyish-brown clump of sheep's wool, or a slightly grubby marshmallow. A marshmallow with the face of a ten-year-old girl.
"...whoa," she breathes, examining her hands. "I haven't been this big since I was... well. This big."
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Date: 2011-02-04 07:34 am (UTC)"Are you all right," she questions giving her a closer look. "Was it at least a smooth change?" If Iris was in any pain, she was going to be very annoyed at the Inn.
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Date: 2011-02-04 07:53 am (UTC)Once she's upright, she presses small hands to her face, trying to feel out her features. "Do I look younger, too? Or did I just shrink?" After the words have left her mouth, she reconsiders that statement. "...wait, I sound younger. I'm pretty sure I am. At least physically."
She can't help a tiny pout at that thought. She was rather enjoying cosying up to Aurora, but now she's pretty sure that won't be on the cards any longer. Couldn't she have aged into a tall, mature body instead? Oh well; at least she's lighter now, so flying should be easier. Being a cute little flying puffball isn't too terrible of a way to spend the evening. Besides, maybe one of the next things she tries will fix her up.
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Date: 2011-02-05 03:26 am (UTC)See, this is why she was not going to try anything. This like this were going to happen and she just does not enjoy that much unpredictability when it comes ot herself. Other people She's all for it but not herself.
"Are you going to wait and see if this passes or are you going to try something else?" She's genuinely curious, as seeing what else Iris inflicts upon herself could prove to be interesting, if not a bit of a hassle.
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Date: 2011-02-05 06:21 am (UTC)Admittedly, the fact that on a ten-year-old face, "disgruntled" just looks adorable doesn't help terribly much with this.
Still, it's not going to deter her from her course. "Try some more," she says with a nod, curling her fist against her lip as if committing to a decisive military strategy. "It can't be that much worse than this. Maybe the juice," she muses half to herself, reaching with tiny hands for what looks and smells like a strawberry smoothie.
"...Huh. It's good. Kinda-- ow!" she yelps suddenly, quickly setting down the juice and rubbing at a spot on her back. Which is rapidly becoming a long, stripy tail at her back. "Ow, that pinches! What is it? I can't see!" She twists herself this way and that, trying to catch a glimpse of it, but the tail keeps darting just out of sight.