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

[constantasthenorthernstar]

[That REALLY isn't what Mari wants to hear from the person holding her life in the palm of her hand. Her eyes bug out and there's a moment where you can see the gears turning in her head as she whispers 'oh god' to herself. Oh sweet lord.

Mainly to stop herself from physically wrestling Marnie away from the controls while shouting 'CAPTAIN TAKE THE WHEEL' (she can already tell that won't end well), Mari locks her hands behind her back and prowls around behind Marnie, trying to work out what to do. The person who just steered them through a field of FLOATING SPACE ROCKS doesn't know how to drive. Even Mari can drive a car! She thinks. No, she knows. Right? Hmm. Well, it's probably easy. She's definitely driven something before.] Why didn't your brother teach you how to drive?

[Yeah okay. Like the crazy ship has anything other than torturing them in mind.] Probably. But probably not. I don't think he has a plan.

goddammit i lost my reply

[brightlywound]

He's very controlling. Even though my spatial understanding is much better than his, he treats me like a child. [She shrugs and checks in on the autopilot.]

Of course he has a plan. The captain cares for us very much. I doubt he'd just rocket us into dangerous terrain for no reason.

[constantasthenorthernstar]

Is that so. [Mari puts her hands on the back of the pilot's chair, trying to peer over her shoulders at the controls. None of them look that familiar. Like someone got high and tried to redesign an aircraft pilot's cabin from memory.] Wouldn't worry about it. Cars don't have as many buttons to press. So it's different, I suppose.

[Yeah. Okay. She doubts it, but whatever.] You're very taken with him. Maybe you should marry him.

[brightlywound]

[Marnie's eyes widen.] Marry the captain? He's a fool! Anyway, I'm wholly uninterested. [She types in a few more coordinates, then leans back in her chair.] Having faith in someone is very different from being in love with them.

[constantasthenorthernstar]

[Mari shrugs, examining a console. Don't push any buttons. Maybe push...no, don't touch anything...] I've married people for less. You don't have to be in love with someone to marry them.

[brightlywound]

That's very utilitarian of you. [Marnie scowls a bit. It seems to her that love is the only necessary criterion to marry, but she isn't interested in getting into a debate at the moment. She ups the speed of the craft then leans back in her chair.]

Perhaps you don't. [She can't help saying something. Pushing her hair back, she gives a small sigh.] But I would.

[constantasthenorthernstar]

[Mari rolls her eyes so hard they nearly roll right out of her head.] Back in my day [she begins, then frowns.] well. People married for convenience and money. But you lot who marry for "love" - whatever that is - aren't doing much better. How many marriages made for love end in divorce? Like I mean...you could fall in love and then out of love and then you'll be stuck with just this idiot you married cuz you thought you liked them. And you don't. Happens. [Mari shrugs and realises very very very late that she is currently attempting to engage the person PILOTING THIS GIGANTIC FUCKING FLOATING SPACE THING AND IF THEY CRASH SHE WILL BE STUCK IN WHATEVER SPACE IS (SHE IS NOT CERTAIN WHAT SPACE IS, ONLY THAT PEOPLE DIE IN IT) CONSTANTLY SUFFOCATING FOR THE REST OF TIME.]

You know what? You're right. You're really right. I'm so super wrong, sorry. Let's not argue about it. I'm dumb. Soooo dumb.

[brightlywound]

[She does her best to not sound too confrontational.] At least we tried. I mean... I never have, but you can't judge a generation because we failed when you made no effort at all. Love matters. And if it doesn't work out, it doesn't work out. But a few years of love is better than marrying someone you don't care a whit about because it might get you some money.

I wouldn't say that. [Marnie especially won't say that because Mari is technically dumb. And that would be cruel.] I would say you're just... doubting yourself. You could find someone who loves you. And you should never deprive yourself of that prospect.

[constantasthenorthernstar]

[Mari nods along to everything Marnie says, barely listening and more or less looking like a cat skirting a great deal of water as she searches for a safe place in case Marnie gets distracted flying the flyer and crashes them into a sun or something.] Right right right, you're so right.

[right up until the 'someone who loves you' part.]

HA! [Mari points at her.] Wrong!

[and then it occurs to her that she's yelling at the person flying them again.] Jesus Christ, Mari! Sorry, yeah, you're right. Sorry. Please don't get distracted and crash us into the sun.