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

[umehime]

[Umeka finds that she's in the dark, holding a camera, but at the sound of Richie's voice, she lowers it and walks towards him. What's she doing here? The last thing she can remember is having some of that malty drink...]

Me! I'm here. [She tries to hook her free arm through his.]

[giving35percent]

[Honestly, it's been an evening of fun watching Jones tweak on whatever the fuck she'd taken. Watching her read was even an experience. Dmitri gets up from his seat and places both hands on her shoulders.]

You promise me you're not going to loop the loop, we'll go play on the swings. Okay? [It's weird to be the tripsitter for once.]

[isnteasilywon]

[SooYun is less impressed. They're just books, after all. A dusty jacket and a signature doesn't change the text.

Hovering beside Alfred's elbow, she murmurs] Doesn't matter. Not yours. Unless you're planning on stealing it.

[allmystarsaligned]

Are you finished?

[Rayna sits through the tirade, arms crossed at the elbows. There is no point in traveling so long as you are in steady communication with other astron- no. And a great deal has been accomplished in practical physics that depended on astronomical dat- no. She can't allow herself to become argumentative and therefore angry.]

You might be an Other, [Rayna says with measured breaths] but as I understand it, that doesn't mean much up here.

...that was low

[brightlywound]

[Marnie is curled up in one of the lounge chairs, reading a strange magazine she can only half make sense of.]

Tea? That would be amazing. [She looks up and folds the magazine over the arm of her chair.] I'll come with. Haven't been able to find where it's kept yet.

[arhythmitist]

That was beautiful, Rhe-Rhe. [Even without his powers, his heart aches listening to that speech. It hurts so deep that maybe now Mark Oliver Everett is his exception, too. Best not to say anything about it, though. Especially five pink drinks in...]

That's my beauty quota for the night! [He fakes a yawn.] You gotta save all your other stories for another time and go to bed now. I shall escort m'lady to her chambers! Up and Adam, right?

[lectorisalutem]

No.

[He worries his mouth a bit and then takes a deep breath. Gulliver has never been very good with children, but he knows better than to let one run about on its own... disturbing libraries and the like.]

Is your sister the one that takes care of you? [He cringes a bit at his own condescending tone.]

....rng is a genius

[anemonene]

[Leo's beard has been liberated and given to Pearle, only she doesn't want it. After years of drinking Kool-Aid, she'd grown used to sprinkling brightly colored powders into water. She never thought it would give her, well, that it would give her a penis.

Her clothes are currently too short, but baggier than she's used to in certain areas. When she comes across someone who looks as uncomfortable as she does, she rubs her hands against her arms, trying to ignore all the hair that wasn't there five minutes ago.]

P-purple? If you don't know that means, I'll be- I'll b-be, I'll be going.

[thistornadolovesyou]

What? [Hana quickly wipes the drool from her mouth and nods.] Serious, good. [What had they been watching? She can't even remember.] Something about animals. A Blue Planet or something.

[She gives Ullr a clap on the shoulder.] Something more exciting than whatever the fuck you had on before.

[onemagictrick]

[Issac is so inclined as to just watch. And drink. Drink and watch. He's been this ship's one man sous chef before and he is not going back. Still, this guy is an asshole who shares his profession. No way Matty's leaving this kitchen unscathed.]

You gotta tell me, where'd you get the idea of putting nutella inside puff pastry? I'd guess the back of a nutella jar, but you never know.

[queenofquiet]

[anemonene]

Give, give! [Her mittened hands wave at the bottle.] You might have an unrefined palate! Lots of wines taste like sick! To unrefined palates, that is.

[anemonene]

Yaaauuucchhh!

[Pearle sets the glass down and glares at its contents. Whoever said that pink was the safest powder obviously didn't know what they were talking about! She is ready to toss the rest onto the floor (which seems to be the best method of waste disposal so far) when a certain dizziness hits her. She shouldn't be wasteful. Give the drink another go before dumping it out... Pearle takes a long gulp.]

Needs bubbles... [she murmurs]

[arhythmitist]

Well, it's- [Adam's hand is fluttering over his head as he flounders for a description.] It's French. IT DOESN'T MATTER! Because it helps you connect to people better than computers. Because you're in a big room together, and sometimes you gotta touch and talk in your real voices.

[arhythmitist]

[Adam is surrounded by empty space, save for a pile of pebbles at his feet. He crouches down and starts sorting them, but every few minutes (or hours or days) he rearranges the pebbles' order.]

so emilia is actually going to be on futurama....

[brightlywound]

I've handled it. [Somehow, she understands the ship's autopilot well enough to chart a course, pinpoint the asteroids they need to evade, and add an extra program to account for anomalies. Marnie spins around in her very official-looking chair. God, this feels good.]

I didn't know you had cable in the woods.

[brightlywound]

[It's very hard to keep track of time on this ship. It could be Friday night or Tuesday morning. Either way, Marnie is making herself a whiskey. After the stories she's heard from people that were stuck on the first ship, she feels she ought to have one. Giant dream-eating spiders? Prehistoric planets full of dinosaurs and venomous plants? And a lighthouse that might haunt you forever, if you let it...

Marnie prepares another pink whiskey and leaves it on the counter. After all, she can't be the only one who needs a drink.]

if she's a space captain you should sue them

[constantasthenorthernstar]

[Mari points from Marnie to the computer, then back again. What is she looking at. What just happened.] I didn't know England was recruiting its next wave of interstellar captains!

[She pushed hair off of her forehead and tries to work out what she's been looking at.] Sometimes I'm not in the woods. Are you going to tell me that sometimes you're training with NASA? What just happened?

THIS WILL END WELL TOO.

[constantasthenorthernstar]

Didn't mean much down there, either. [Mari takes another swig of the yellow juice. Let's be fair, she doesn't exactly need chemical help to bait someone, but it helps. It's a bit like giving someone with a gold medal in high jumping a trampoline and also some steroids for their next tournament.] Wait, I know you. I mean, beyond being a useless stargazer. Aren't you the one who married the man who was fucking cutting open living people? Ah yes, Lord and Lady Vivisection. More proof, just in case the world needed it, that when it comes to monsters, the aristocracy is the worst of all kinds. You knew, I'll bet money on it, however easy the guard let you off. They should've jailed you. They should have shot him on the spot.

[benignindifference]

Oh. [Rhea looks into her pink drink.] I wouldn't like that.

[benignindifference]

What? [She hadn't even considered the prospect of the loop the looping, but now she sure is. No, the thought is dismissed immediately as she delicately takes his wrists and lifts his hands off her shoulders, taking a step back as she does so.] Okay, I promise. And then we should do something else. Like, go for a run. Would you like to go for a run, Mr. Schaefer? [And then she repeats that same question in German. Which is automatically translated, so that was useless, Rhea. God.]

[notthejerkbag]

[If moments of Elsa's life were soundtracked like a movie, she's pretty sure this moment's soundtrack would just be screaming.] Oh, er. Um. Okay.

[It's far too tempting to just put her face in her hands and maybe just run away, forever. Fuck her life, fuck her luck. Fuck...actually, maybe just stop thinking the word 'fuck'. Fuck her luck to be walking down a hall with a beautiful woman when all she can think about is...oh, fucking hell.]

I think, the um...probably the cafeteria. [Maybe she'll just whizz all of those powders together, drink them at once and hope the result a) doesn't kill her and b) provides an antidote.] Maybe I'll just have...ice water. It feels warm in here. Are you, are you hot? I mean, temperature wise, not...well I mean, you are...are you feeling warm? [Please just stop talking.]

[thelionheart]

Purple, [Leo says and his voice squeaks a bit when he hears it. Holy shit, he can never speak again. Leo rubs his bald cheeks and tries not to think about his breasts. Moving around without a bra is actually really difficult. Not least due to self-consciousness; he feels utterly embarrassed now.]

Playing around with the powder too?

[beforewewerebrittle]

[Richie has been half watching the musicals, half reviewing mental notes. This is all so weird he half expects Aidan to jump out and yell 'Surprise~!' every morning. He hasn't yet.

As lost as he is in a maze of mental notes and musical numbers, it doesn't keep him from noticing how close Hana is getting. He half turns at Glinda's next refrain and smiles at her.]

Hey there! I don't think we've met.

[beforewewerebrittle]

[Richie lets her take his arm and pats her hand.] Why hey there! Lots of, lots of shutterbugs around here, huh? [In dreams, it's difficult to keep up cheer; to his disappointment, his voice is resolutely flat, despite the exclamation marks he's pounded on. He can actually see his words floating above his head, devoid of any punctuation; he draws some in with a finger.] Do you know where we are?