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.

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[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.]

[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.

[umehime]

[He's always so cheerful. Even as a cheerful person herself, Umeka doesn't understand how Richie can be so upbeat all the time.] Looks like it, doesn't it? But Countshire is a continent and a half away. The school is safe.

[She forces a grin and pats Richie's hand, even though in her mind, that is the real Countshire being swallowed up.]

[beforewewerebrittle]

D'you think so? [Richie stares out at the sinking school, and runs a hand through his hair.] You know, I read The Interpretation of Dreams for class, once. History of Psychology or something. I dunno. Do you think we're asleep? Or maybe we're just tripping. It depends on what Captain's done! In my opinion, anyhow.

[umehime]

Tripping? [Umeka frowns uncertainly and wiggles her feet back and forth.] I suppose we might be asleep. I am having those strange dreamy insights where a thing is one thing but also another. Like I know you're Richie, but you might also be my great uncle Mortimer and I don't even have a great uncle Mortimer. If that at all makes sense. [With a sigh, she hops off the railing and backs toward the door to the apartment. If she starts believing this is a dream, there is the possibility that she might jump. And if it isn't a dream...]

Come inside! [she calls with a bright smile.] If it's a dream, we can eat whatever sweets we like with no repercussions!

[beforewewerebrittle]

The secret's out! [Richie spreads his arms wide.] It's me, your great uncle Mortimer, trapped in the body of an excruciatingly handsome young man. How are you, grand niece?

[He follows her inside, hands in his pockets] A nice place, this is. What sweets do you have?

[umehime]

Six different kinds of kitkats, you handsome young man! [Umeka is still slightly worried, but she's learned to take happenings on the ship in stride. After all, there's very little she can do to change the situation. She might as well not worry herself.]

Milk chocolate! Dark chocolate! Cafe au lait! Matcha! Mango! Annnnd Shinshu apple!

[She claps her hands and grins.] Which would you like first?

[beforewewerebrittle]

Handsome! My goodness, when did we turn into such flatterers?

[Richie places his hands on his hips in a considering matter, loudly hemming and hawwing as though this is the most difficult decision that has ever befallen him.] Mango! [He decides, holding up his index finger.] Or Shinsu apple? No! I am decided! Apple!