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

[onemagictrick]

We are using this thing this time! [Issac gestures aggressively at the transporter, sending a spray of cigarette ash to the floor. Sure, everyone on board was adventurous enough to walk onto an alien planet that Captain assured them 'probably wouldn't incinerate them', but almost nobody had used the interdimensional time machine? Not acceptable.]

So where are we going?

[onemagictrick]

[He's been wired ever since he tried the yellow powder in water, and not the good kind of wired. Issac is looking for things to get angry about. He's already organized three bedrooms (just whose, he does not know), tuned all the guitars and reorganized the pantry. Currently, he's on his hands and knees in the greenhouse, pulling up weeds. At least he thinks they're weeds. It doesn't matter, so long as they make a nice ripping sound as he tears them out of the soil.]

[rightest]

I don't know, I'm not good at history.

[A pause.]

That was a joke. I am very good at history.

[Okay, okay, time period, time period...Rhea huffs and folds her arms.] What about Anglo-Saxon England? I like the Saxons. Wessex, 871 AD? I did my thesis on Alfred the Great, it'd be nice to see that guy.

[constantasthenorthernstar]

(OOC: I am cool w/ that!)

[Mari wriggles the match between her teeth. With no way of understanding the system that apparently pumped air through the ship and kept the recycled air of twenty or so bodies fresh as a daisy, she's refraining from smoking. So far it's been a week. All of her fingernails are bitten down to their limit and she's caught herself on more than one occasion worrying the skin at the edge of her fingers with her teeth. Anything the approximate size and/or shape of a cigarette has ended up in her mouth at some point. Yesterday she bit a pen open and spat blue ink all over the place and her nerves feel like someone is doing a tap dance over them.

It doesn't help that her brother is being like this. Even as he leans back, she leans forward in her chair, her elbows on her knees. American bastard, English specialist, what does it matter? She's beginning to doubt even the things she was sure she lived through, if he doesn't believe them. Nobody else is here to corroborate, after all. Perhaps this is true madness. Or perhaps he's the mad one. Or maybe it's something else entirely. They're on some kind of vessel in the middle of space. What do sanity and madness matter, in that context?]

You got it, Don Draper. Put in a call to Joan and get that sorted. [There's a cider on the floor beside her. She mostly picked it because it had what looked like a dragon on it.] ...What kind of specialist?

[rightest]

What? [Reading glasses askew and a book of what looks like Latin under her arm, Rhea pulls open the door. There's Hyun, but his voice is different. But she's sure it's him...something's off.

Head cocked, she looks at his chest first. Them her eyes drop to his hips and then she looks up at the ceiling and lets out a small 'hm' sound. She's good at hiding it, but it's entirely possible that 'hm' is just a noise she's making to keep herself from laughing until she passes out. Either way it takes her a little while to actually say (straight-faced):] You played with the powders, didn't you?

[She opens the door wide and points to a chest of drawers.] I have a fine selection of...undergarments in the top drawer. They may not fit...would you like me to, er, well, I have a tape measure somewhere...

[thelionheart]

Hey, Gully. [Okay, he is sort of enjoying this trip. Who else can say they've been on board a spaceship? He likes the peace and quiet, the food and drink on tap, the free rooms, the library, the music area. On Earth he's so wrapped up in trying to squeeze money for rent that he'd forgotten to occasionally stand back and enjoy life; on the ship he spends his days writing music and playing. It's fantastic.

Leo's here for lunch, actually. Brunch? Dinner? He doesn't know what the time is, and it's great. He leans his elbows against the counter and considers what to have for lunch, looking down over at where Gulliver is playing with yellow powder.] What's that, pal?

[notthejerkbag]

Hello! Stage...person. [So far tonight, she's just been opening doors. This door is the first one that's led anywhere. Coming in from the back door, she slips into one of the many, many empty seats. This is a weird dream. Not the sort of thing she usually dreams about. Usually she dreams about people being upset with her for unspecified reasons. That, and mountains. Or the day before. Usual dreams. Not...empty stage dreams. It's a nice change from the usual.

She thinks for a moment. None of this fits into normal dream patterns. But considering everything that's happened lately, maybe she should just throw out 'normal' and 'usual' as qualifiers. She's right at the back, so she cups her hands around her mouth to call,] I didn't interrupt your performance, did I?

[umehime]

[She's in the Tokyo apartment that Souji uses for business, the one from which, if she stands on the balcony and goes up on her toes, she can barely see Yoyogi Park. Except now she's standing on the balcony's railing and it's not Yoyogi she sees, it's Countshire.

It's Countshire, but it's also not... She scrunches her nose to force her glasses back into place. It's a sinking ship wedged between flats of asphalt and now the asphalt is beginning to crack. For some reason, Umeka is not troubled. She lowers herself to sit on the railing, kicking her legs absently, and watches as her alma mater starts to sink into the city.]

[umehime]

[A young man in a pastel blue cable knit sweater and khaki capris is pacing in the lounge just off the kitchen. With every few shaky steps, he rubs his chin or pats his chest or just shakes his head.

Could any of the spirits or shades change their sex at will? She can't recall. In any case, she can feel Nemhain out there somewhere. The pact has not been broken. Her eyes flash to the half full glass of purple liquid on the counter. It must be the culprit for this strange turn of events. Umeka stumbles towards the counter, not used at all to this altered gait.]

It stands to reason that if one drink of you will turn a girl into a boy, a second drink will turn a boy into a girl. [She's holding herself together remarkably well until-] Is that my voice?

[isnteasilywon]

[She's never been very good at billiards. Usually more inclined to waste her time with video games, after a week on this ship SooYun is on the brink of developing a flashing-light-loud-noise-induced anxiety disorder. She takes a gulp from what might be her second or third pink drink. For some reason being drunk gives her better aim, at least with a cue.]

Do you think we'll ever get home? [she asks as she lines up her shot. Bad at billiards, bad at small talk, decent at drinking. What a combination.]

[belloamorio]

[Yet again.

Amata isn't even shocked this time. She looked for anyone she knew - either from her life as normal or from before - but didn't find anyone she wanted to talk to.

Which means it is time to lounge with the peculiar pink not-whiskey-but-is-whisky in hand and wait for something to happen. Going by experience, it would not take very long.]

[asianfail]

[Everything was a mistake is Cameron's tiny mantra as he walks around with his sleeves hanging over his hands and his pants dragging on the floor. Being on this ship is a mistake. Drinking any of those powders is a mistake. Trying to walk around is a mistake.]

Oof! [He trips on his pant legs, landing on his arm. Ow... [He trails off when he sees a shuffling cowl with a pair of eyes looking out.]

Um! [.... No, this is too embarrassing.]

[isnteasilywon]

[There is now a chart in the kitchen with a list of powder colors and their effects. It's written in huge letters with half the words underlined three to five times. Exclamation points are everywhere. It seems like overkill, but SooYun hadn't been stupid enough to act as a guinea pig, unlike most the passengers on this ship. The blunt warnings are for them.

She's sitting in a grand hall alcove, a glass of purple liquid in one hand. This is the only powder that interests her. Getting drunk is no novelty, nor is getting hopped up on caffeine. Dreams have no business being shared, childhood was hell, and relying on luck is lazy. Green and yellow... those come naturally. But purple promises a unique experience.

All she has to do is work up the nerve to drink.]

his wife is his livelihood though!!! he's just gonna die

[asianfail]

[Cameron was going to walk right past the gym, but Hyun's punches catch his attention. They sound too loud to be normal. Or okay.

He peeks in, and suddenly, it makes more sense. Every second more he watches, though, his concern slowly (slowly) grows.]

... Hyun?

[asianfail]

[After enough time in front of his computer, Cameron figures it's probably time he should eat. His adherence to having regular meal times loosened the longer he's on the ship. Time in space is all relative anyway.

He slows when he sees Sooyun. He thought she was one of the more reasonable ones. Was he wrong?] Are you going to drink that?

[asianfail]

[Where is a very good question. At first he was in a room with flashing signs in binary before they all fizzled out into whiteness.

Cameron walks around very carefully, turning his head from side to side, afraid to miss any spec of color or sign of--anything. Is that someone in the distance?]

there will be no skullfucking here ok

[asianfail]

No, not really.

[The temperature is usually regulated as far as he can tell. He peers at her curiously, trying to see if she's turning pale or starting to sweat from a fever.]

Are you okay?

[allmystarsaligned]

It's something like a resetter button, I gather. A restarter. The key you press when your computer's flashed that wonky blue screen. [Rayna holds her glass up to the light.] Explains the color.

[She turns to Ullr and grins.] I'm quite anxious to try it, but then... I am quite anxious to try it. [It's been over five-hundred years since Rayna was human. She told herself that distinguishing between human and Other was an outdated practice, that an Other can feel and articulate everything a human can and vice versa, but now that she's found this solution... Well, she's not so confident.] Were you ever a child? You could take a drink with me.

[allmystarsaligned]

[She's driving a taxi through the streets of Tyrol. There's someone in the seat beside her, but they keep changing. Duncan, Ree, Alexander. In the end, it doesn't matter, she just needs to keep driving.]

...she is not gulliver

[notthejerkbag]

Yeah, um.

[Elbows on her knees and chin in her hands, she peers back out at him from between her fingers. Would she ever be interested in him? Normally she'd say no pretty firmly but right now that answer is pretty close to 'absolutely'.]

Just hot.

[thistornadolovesyou]

(yes, please. crazed superhero or crazed supernatural hunter, hana will follow him into the dark.)

[Close quarters and dire circumstances get the blood up, sure, everybody knows that, but all of a sudden Hana is feeling inordinately... blood up-y. For instance, she is watching a medley of Broadway musical numbers in the theater. So far, not one hasn't made her want to jam a pen in her ear. But the man on the far end of the sofa is very attractive. Or just in her proximity. Hana scoots closer to him every time the tiny blonde in the video says 'POP-u-laar'.]

[beforewewerebrittle]

Hey there! [He's been walking all night, it would seem, from landscapes and portraits through to rooms rife with symbolism. All of this is making him wish he hadn't taken that powder before bed, as good an aid to sleep as it was. Maybe this was just a side effect?

But he's not sure where he's come from, only that Umeka is here too. So that should be alright. He sits down next to her.] Would you look at that! Looks like the school.

[thistornadolovesyou]

[Hana is digging through the mound of clothes that the FML has collected over the years, searching for a belt to match her new jeans, undershirts, sweaters, sneakers, you name it she's got it. Except for a be- She pulls a belt free from the pile and tosses it over her shoulder. Mission accomplished. Though she could always use another in black. Or maybe a skirt... Maybe just one. She keeps digging.]

[thelionheart]

[When he was a kid, Leo had boxed in a snooker club. His dad had played snooker, Leo had beaten up/gotten beaten up by other kids, and then maybe he'd have a game before they went home. So this is nostalgic, even if the ship could never replicate a tiny Edinburgh snooker club, with a boxing ring in its back room. There's not enough cigarette smoke, for one thing. He leans on his cue and looks away, thoughtfully.]

Not without help.

[thorson]

No, I was not. I have always been in this form. I have...never been anything else. Not any other form. [Ullr hesitates, and takes a breath. He would like to try it very much, but having never been a child he does not know what will happen. Will he lose his logic and reason? Or worse, as he never was a child, will he simply cease to be?] I can watch you and make sure nothing happens, if you would like.

[He does want to take it, but fear is making it hard to even look at the glass Rayna holds.]