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

[notthejerkbag]

Oh, am I supposed to have a ticket? [Oops. Oh well.] Sorry! Also, I don't know where here is. There's a door. Behind me. Right at the back. [She leans forward in her seat a bit, arms folding.] What's wrong with your stomach?

[giving35percent]

[Shit. Is she supposed to have a ticket? Utterly confused, he gives an exaggerated shrug and does his best to not be sick all over the place.] Performance anxiety. Happens to the best of us, am I right? [Falling back on weak jokes is his go-to defense mechanism.]

So how come neither of us know where we are? I mean... I think I know where I am, but it also doesn't feel like I am where I think I am. Y'know?

[notthejerkbag]

No, that didn't make any sense to me. [That seems like a normal thing to say. She looks around the empty rows.] Am I early or late?

[Oh! This is the anxiety part of the dream! She'll be too late to a thing and everyonell be mad at her. Or too early? Where are the clocks, what's the time? She looks around. The pressure that usually builds in her throat and chest when something's wrong isn't there. Maybe there's nothing wrong, here?]

I'm asleep. I'm pretty sure I'm asleep. So I guess we're dreaming and that. Not sure where we are though.

[giving35percent]

Yeah, this isn't helping. [Dmitri gives an exaggerated grin and starts to walk around the stage.] So it's simple. We just need some ice water or like a taser or something that will wake us up. I could hit you in the face?

[notthejerkbag]

[Elsa cocks her head to one side, looking a mix of hurt and surprised.] Why would you... don't hit me. [She's suddenly glad of the distance between them.] Pinch yourself. That's how to wake up, right?

[giving35percent]

[Well, that's an overreaction. Dmitri spreads his hands and stares her down.] I wouldn't offer to hit you in the face if I wasn't OK with you doing the same. I'm a fucking gentleman.

[Still, he pinches himself, winces, and takes a noisy inhale when nothing happens.] Great suggestion, Nancy Drew.

[notthejerkbag]

I don't want to hit you in the face. [holy shit, Baron Bon Punchies!] I'm a pacifist. Non-violent.

[Cautiously, she leaves her seat and steps closer to the stage.] Did it help?