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]

[rightest]

Orange.

[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?

[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.

[onemagictrick]

[A longer pause.]

Good joke.

[871 AD sounds both boring and dangerous, but this pony has already left the stables. Issac throws his cigarette down and stands in front of the transporter's doors.]

Take us away, Dr. Who.

[rightest]

Yes.

[Doctor Who? Oh, that kid's show with the alien. Rhea thinks about asking him how he knows about a children's television series from the 60's, and then shrugs and checks the coordinates. Americans were strange, she'll just chalk it up to that.] Okay, Companion. I don't know the names of any companions. Or Doctors. Let's just get in and go to 871.

[onemagictrick]

[Issac just assumes that is something all British people like. He gives a nod then pops the door open and steps in, already impatient after a full fifteen seconds of waiting for her to join him.

'This is a bad idea. This is a bad idea. This is a baaaad idea.' His foot taps nervously, but he's already locked in on this adventure.]

So when I meet old Alfie, what should I say to make a good first impression?

[rightest]

'Wes hāl, hū gǣþ?', I imagine. [Rhea steps in after him, heart pounding. Wait, were they really doing this? Usually when she brought up visiting Saxons as a hypothetical, it was immediately shot down.] Is this a good idea? It probably isn't, right? How long will we be down there? Not long. I know that.

[She presses her back against the tube of the transporter and reaches for Issac's arm, to hold it. For balance, mainly. But also just to ensure she's not alone on this weird ride. Holy shit, they're going to see Saxons!] Oh my gosh Issac, this is so exciting!

[onemagictrick]

Wess hall, hoo gobblegobble, got it. [He is on fire right now! Nothing can stop them. When Rhea takes his arm, he lets out a bark of a laugh and does his best to put in the coordinates. He's got the date right. The location, however, is a bit of a crap shoot.] Don't say I never took you anywhere.

[He has absolutely no knowledge of the place or time they're heading towards, but he really couldn't care less. He's encountered dinosaurs, dream-eating spiders, lighthouses that try to imprison you, people who turn into pokemon... A few stinky old English people should be no trouble.]

[rightest]

No, no, it's- [The movement of the transporter sends her stomach through to her throat and she hangs onto Isaac's arm like she's holding on for dear life. Hell!

When everything clears and she feels okay about opening her eyes again, Rhea becomes aware that she is...somewhere. An empty field. Very muddy. Definitely England, at least. Or, it seems like it probably is, given the mud, the cloudy sky, and the sense of disappointment in the air.] Wow, my goodness! Which way shall we head?

[onemagictrick]

[So... this is where they're meant to be? He frowns and does his best not to get his shoes stuck in the mud. With a glance down at Rhea, Issac musters a smile. He widens his eyes and shrugs.] Left?

[rightest]

Left? Yes, left. [She starts to lead the way, trying not to get bogged down. After a while she stops and sighs.] Our shoes are going to get absolutely stuck in this mud!

[willtomeaning]

... yellow

[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.]

[willtomeaning]

[Airmed has come to check on the herbs she's planted, and she is surprised to see Issac there, indiscriminately ripping plants out. He isn't near her patch of plants yet, but...

She is worried.]

Um, are you okay? Do you need some help?

[onemagictrick]

[Issac turns to glare at her, a chunk of greens clutched in a white-knuckle grip.] Yes. I need a child to help me. Please, oh please, for the love of God, please help me with these mindless chores.