The Amended Powders Meme

[makeyourownkindofmusic]

1 - Tag in with your character
2 - Tag another character with a color of your choosing or generate one with RNG.
3 - Make a mess.

1- Pink is alcoholic, best described as freeze-dried whiskey.
2- Orange tastes like blackcurrant juice. It also gives you an amazing amount of energy.
3- Blue tastes like chocolate milk. Drink it and you'll become a child.
4- Red tastes sort of malty, and will make the drinker feel suddenly veeerrry sleepy. They'll be able to explore the dreams of those around them.
5- Purple tastes of orange juice, and will switch your sex.
6- Green just basically makes you want to have sex.
7- Yellow gives you the urge to fight anyone you see and tastes like a big dollop of Vegemite dropped in a glass of water.
8- Brown is Felix Felicis. It tastes like root beer, but makes everything come up Milhouse.

Comments

[thorson]

Yes. [Ullr makes to take Airmed's glass at the same time as he puts his won down the sink.] I would not recommend it.

[whythesparkles]

Yes! Yes, absolutely. [Matty marches over to the synthesiser.]

Hey! You! Cream! [The synthesiser helpfully vomits a stream of white, down its side and onto the floor. Matty stares at it, uncomprehendingly.] It's just going on the floor.

[willtomeaning]

[This is strange. This is very, very strange. It is curious to feel a more prominent Adam's apple on her neck. It made sense to her that powders could affect someone's mood chemically or magically, but to switch a person's sex?

She needs new clothes and a mirror. How long is this supposed to last again?

Where is her brother so she can ask to borrow some clothes?]

[thanatosdrive]

Thank you. I didn't know either. [He reaches into pockets and removes the balls, lining them all up into a triangle once more.] I think you should have a go. I imagine you'd be just as good.

[ritenuto]

[Ava has been looking for Richie. The strip club is the last place she expects him to be as it is the room she avoids the most. She stands at the edge of the strip club area, surprised.]

Richie....?

[giving35percent]

[He stares at her for a few seconds before putting his hands in his pockets.] Needle hit a crack in the record? Or is British humor as inaccessible as everybody says? [Already walking towards the playground, Dmitri sighs.] I don't believe in running unless somebody's coming at me with a knife or a bat or... what have you.

[beforewewerebrittle]

[Oh, no, he's been found. Fingers curled into fists in his pockets, Richie looks up, his smile stretched tight. He feels like a jester and, well, maybe he is. He cuts capers in order to help others. What's wrong with that?

Everything, a little voice in the back of his head tells him. He struggles to ignore it.]

Hey there, Ava! What's up?

[thelionheart]

[Leo taps the shoulder of the boy in front of him.] Hey there, kiddo. New arrival?

[He smiles down and shifts in front of the kid, trying to be kind. A spaceship is a scary enough prospect for adults; imagine what it must be like for a little kid!] I think there are a couple of kids your age here, a brother and sister. Want me to take you to them? Name's Leo, by the way.

[benignindifference]

No, the sentences were slightly different. In German, the 'go' part went at the end. I think that's right. At least, I know I wasn't joking on purpose. Do you speak German? I assumed you did. Schaefer is German, isn't it? 'Shepard.' Although you are American.

[Rhea waits a bit, then does the whole hop, skip, jump of the long jumper to catch up with him, hopping along.] I can do that. If you would like to run without harming your belief system, I mean. I'm not a violent person. But I am very handy with a bat. [is she joking this time or isn't she: the rhea jones story]

[isnteasilywon]

['They stole me.' She lets the comment pass, but it worries her. That kind of mentality won't help anyone get home. Most likely it will help them get killed.]

I don't read much. [Even if she doesn't seem it, SooYun is intrigued by this... calendar of a book. Why does it fold out like that? She leans in a bit.] Suppose I might care once you've typed it up for Kindle. If it's worth typing up.

[bricolaging]

Worth typing up for-- [Type it up for Kindle. If it's worth that. Oh what the heck.] I've got some spare time, if you've got a computer. [He folds the folio under his arm.] I need to really give this a good going over. Maybe typing it up'll help. When I was an undergraduate, it was always typing up notes that helped them sink in.

[anemonene]

[Maggie takes the wine and holds it a good distance away from her mouth to splash some in. It's a neat trick to those who don't know what happens if she puts her lips on the bottle. Or, more accurately, what happens to the next person who puts their lips on the bottle.

As Matty scrounges around, she winces, then gives a half-smile and nod.] Tastes okay after the sick's gone. Your palate might be ok-

A polar bear? Maybe it's from Earth! There can't be polar bears in space. Just think of it... All the icecaps are already gone. They'd just be floating around. That's cruel. Try it!

[anemonene]

[Pearle shrugs. The ship isn't all that bad, despite incidents like this. In some ways, it's preferable to life in Victory.]

D-dunno. You could drink some more? Maybe, um, s-see if that works. Or wait to... pass it. [She tries to bring her knees up to her chest, then winces when it seems she's not so flexible as she used to be.]

'm, um, Pearle. [With a check to make sure her mittens still fit, she offers her hand for a shake.] P-probably have to introduce ourselves again later, but...

[whythesparkles]

What? Oh no! No, don't get sad! Don't think about that! [Matty spreads his hands out wide.] What if...there's a really cold planet. Like Neptune! Or Pluto! And it's really big and covered in ice caps. And all there is is polar bears! And penguins! And seals! And killer whales! And leopard seals! And gulls! And ice! And maybe some scientists!

[His does like that idea. He takes a swig of the polar bear bottle in triumph and immediately spits it back out.] IT BURNS.

[thelionheart]

Oh, [He reaches out to shake her mittened hand, frowning at how small he now is.] I'm Leonard. You might've seen me around. I'm usually a lot bigger...with a beard. And a deeper voice.

[He considers the options she's given and shakes his head.] Waiting might be the um...what if you drink more and you're just like this longer? I think waiting, maybe. I mean, [He ducks his head, looks at the ground.] What do we do if this is permanent? I want my beard back.

[anemonene]

No! No orcas! They are terrible! And leopard seals are- [Maggie snatches the bottle from Matty and takes a drink. She is both very, very awake and very, very sleepy.] They're dicks. [she gives a small giggle]

OKAY! I need to synthesize some mistletoe and pine cones and cranberries and popcorn! And stuff for Hanukkah and Diwali! And... other holidays! We could do them all at one party!

[She reinspects the label on the bottle and frowns.]

Oh... It's bleeding. I hope scientists did save all the polar bears!

[arhythmitist]

We can cuddle? And y'know chat a bit more about... traumatic music and... religious experiences. I just want you to get in bed safely because you are- [it was hard not to start getting loud. 'FUCKED UP RIGHT NOW!' was the reply his gut was telling him. Instead, he just kept nodding in the direction of her room, trying his best to smile calmly.] -Rhe-Rhe, you are wasted.

this is basically just the snork juice versions of them

[arhythmitist]

WELL- [Adam dials it down and taps his foot a few times.] Well, there would be pie. That won't give you mercury poisoning. And that is something everyone can thank the French for.

[brightlywound]

[She's smiling, rocking back and forth in her chair, and shrugs.] Seems I've a knack.

[The first major asteroid showed on the radar and the ship started to swerve around it. Marnie shrugs again but this time her smile is wider, prouder.]

I'm not, I swear. I'm just feeling very- [she trails off.] Like I put what I thought was instant coffee in my hot water and suddenly didn't care it tasted like root beer...

['It's one of those odd powders,' she thinks. That's disappointing. She'd felt useful.]

[brightlywound]

[Marnie's mouth pulled into a smile, her cheeks rising, but otherwise tried to ignore what had just been said out of politeness. Walking along, she combed a hand through her hair to keep it from tickling her nose.]

It's a bit warm. [It wasn't warm at all. She bit her lip, clenched her jaw and... she went for it. This was terribly mean, she told herself. She could read the situation, but a) she wanted to make this other girl feel beautiful and flattered as well, and b) she sort of... just wanted to see what would happen.]

We're a regular mutual appreciation society. You're very pretty as well.

[She wasn't stringing her along. Flirting was fun and Marnie had found the older she got, the more it turned from 'Well, I think I'm bi' to, 'Oh God I am so gay.' But she just smiled and kept walking.]

[anemonene]

[Permanent? For a moment, she quails, then she gives a small sigh. Her take on this is probably a hell of a ways off from his. So long as she can still pee sitting down, still breathe... what she looks like doesn't matter. And it is sort of nice to be taller.

Her voice falters more than usual now because she is trying to speak in her usual register.] W-we make do? The other, um, erm, the other p-powders wear off. I've h-had- [She hugs her arms over her chest and gives a shiver. It might be manageable, but it is still strange.] A few of the colors.

I-hi-hi'd give you my beard so you could paste it on, but m-my hair might still... hurt p-people. [She laughs weakly.]

[whythesparkles]

Mistletoe!!! [His mind reels. Mistletoe!] Fuck the polar bears! We need a million yards of mistletoe. Cover the fucking ceiling!

How many holidays?? [How many holidays. How many holidays!] Seven. Let's do a seven holiday party!

[He looks at the label and in his addled, sped up mind, feels a little guilty.] Maybe some polar bears are not dead like this one is.

[oxfordcommas]

What? I am... [Another yawn.] I really am...

[She tries to stand up but the movement is top heavy, as though her head weighs thirty pounds more than the rest of her body. Stumbling, she reaches out for Adam.] I think you're right.

[constantasthenorthernstar]

You're... [Mari jumps back against the nearest wall, as though that could help her if an asteroid makes contact with their ship. When she pulls off the wall, her heartbeat is still thudding in her ears.] Good at this.

[Mari walks a little closer, crouches beside Marnie's chair. Taps the radar's casing.] There's only so far luck can take you, the rest has to be skill. Are you sure you haven't been taught?

[notthejerkbag]

[Elsa felt all the cogs in her head grind to a sudden, creaking halt. She could hear herself breathe, and that was all. It was a surprise, when her brain began working again, that her legs had kept moving and her lungs had kept breathing. Just about.]

Tha...thank you... [She turns to glance at Marnie, then looks away just as quick, as though looking at her directly is too much, as though looking at her directly is the same as looking at an eclipse. Very suddenly, her mind is swinging wildly from 'I wanna push you up against that wall' and 'please push me up against this wall'. Ah. fuck.]

You are...you are very, very, very pretty, though. Very pretty. [Maybe she can play this off as 'complimentary gal pal' rather than 'weird queer' but...well. She's about the same colour as a tomato and there's goosebumps all up her arm. She probably can't.] And I drank some of the green powder and I think it's... [deep breath now] ...I want to kiss you. Quite a lot.

[Auuuughhhhhh that was EVEN WORSE than she'd thought it would be! She puts her head in her hands.] Oh my god. That was uncomfortable. If you want I'll just...I'll go.