The Amended Powders Meme

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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

....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.

[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?

[anemonene]

No. Just wanted something grape-y... [she mumbles as she crouches down beside him, keeping a safe distance. It's somewhat comforting to not be alone in this. Pearle forces a half smile.]

You do that? P-play with them? [She giggles, then covers her mouth with one hand. There's a reason most men don't giggle...] Wonder what would happen if you put them all in one- in one- one glass. You'd prolly just ex-p-plode. [She can't help it. Pearle gives another nervous giggle.]

[thelionheart]

[Leo backs up against the sofa at the giggle and then puts a hand to his lips and giggles himself. Even in his current body, it sounds weird. This is awful. Maybe he'd get used to it, given enough time (there are things he is curious about, things about the opposite sex that might be useful to know) but right now, on his first try, he just wants to have his beard back.

He probably looks like fucking Princess Merida...]

All of them? It might be fun...maybe...if I get bored enough. I mean. Maybe. There's not much else to do around here, is there? [Um...] You wouldn't happen to know if there's a cure...? Cure isn't the right word. A way to turn back?

[anemonene]

[Pearle shrugs. The ship isn't all that bad, despite incidents like this. In some ways, it's preferable to life in Victory.]

D-dunno. You could drink some more? Maybe, um, s-see if that works. Or wait to... pass it. [She tries to bring her knees up to her chest, then winces when it seems she's not so flexible as she used to be.]

'm, um, Pearle. [With a check to make sure her mittens still fit, she offers her hand for a shake.] P-probably have to introduce ourselves again later, but...

[thelionheart]

Oh, [He reaches out to shake her mittened hand, frowning at how small he now is.] I'm Leonard. You might've seen me around. I'm usually a lot bigger...with a beard. And a deeper voice.

[He considers the options she's given and shakes his head.] Waiting might be the um...what if you drink more and you're just like this longer? I think waiting, maybe. I mean, [He ducks his head, looks at the ground.] What do we do if this is permanent? I want my beard back.

[anemonene]

[Permanent? For a moment, she quails, then she gives a small sigh. Her take on this is probably a hell of a ways off from his. So long as she can still pee sitting down, still breathe... what she looks like doesn't matter. And it is sort of nice to be taller.

Her voice falters more than usual now because she is trying to speak in her usual register.] W-we make do? The other, um, erm, the other p-powders wear off. I've h-had- [She hugs her arms over her chest and gives a shiver. It might be manageable, but it is still strange.] A few of the colors.

I-hi-hi'd give you my beard so you could paste it on, but m-my hair might still... hurt p-people. [She laughs weakly.]

[thelionheart]

Nah, don't worry about it. If I want a new beard I imagine I can grab one from the synthesiser. [His voice is strange, a soft, higher pitched noise escaping his chest than what he's used to. He tries singing.] Do, re, mi, fa, sol, la, ti... [His voice goes off pitch - unsurprising. He supposes it's akin to having learned an instrument and then playing it again at a different pitch. Everything sounds slightly wrong at first.

He hums.

Perhaps not wrong. His voice is rather nice now, reverberating in his ears. He really wants to record this now.] This is fairly cool.

[anemonene]

Oh. Yeah. H-ha. [She mumbles nervously, hugging herself and trying to ignore the new muscle and fat distribution. Her bra is... digging uncomfortably into her ribs while flapping around uselessly a few inches higher, but Pearle is too bashful to take her shirt off, even like this.

Her eyebrows shoot up when Leo- well, when Leo starts to sing. A second later, she gives another weak giggle.] You don't think it's creepy? I m-mean, you don't look creepy or anything, just it's... n-not normal. Really not normal. 'Cause generally I'm used to things being... l-less than n-normal...

[thelionheart]

[Leo rubs his stomach idly, wondering if he still has a six pack. His body fat percentage is low specifically to show his ab muscles at their most defined - single digits - and that's dangerous levels for a woman. He flexes his arms, wishes he has calipers. Measurement would be useful, right around now, something scientific to take the edge off the fucking weird. Some kind of explanation.]

Uncanny? I think that's it. Like...I know I'm me, but sometimes I move and? [He shrugs.] It's not me moving. My body moves in ways I'm not used to it moving. You know? [If he doesn't call it creepy, maybe it won't be creepy?]

[anemonene]

[Pearle nods and hugs herself a bit tighter.] Yeah, uncanny. Sounds right. Do you wanna- d-do you maybe want to play a b-board game or cards or something? So we c-can focus on summin- something else?

[thelionheart]

[Leo smiles at her. Board games? It's been a while. But a nice game of monopoly would not go amiss.]

Sounds like a plan.

[anemonene]

Great!

[She jumps up, still not used to her new gait and almost face plants as she runs towards the cabinet where the games are kept. Instead of worrying, she covers her mouth and giggles.]

Forgot to ask what you wanted to play. M-monopoly? That always takes- takes the longest. I think we have Yahtzee, too, though. And, um, Pictionary. But you might need, um, more people for that.

[thelionheart]

I've never actually played Yahtzee! [Leo stands up too, ready to rush to Pearle's side if she falls before suddenly remembering - oh shit, what could he do? There's a size difference here that he's not used to. He sits back down, feeling a little embarrassed.]

I'm flipping fantastic at Pictionary though. If you've ever wanted someone to recreate Jaws with stickmen, I'm your man.

[anemonene]

[With a laugh, she pushes Leo away.] I'll c-crush you. So, y'know, don't worry about b-being chivalrous or anything. I guess... I'm the gentleman?

[Pearle scratches at her beard and goes to pick up the Yahtzee box. She smirks.] I want to win. So no Pictionary.

[thelionheart]

Unfair! Aren't you going to be chivalrous to me? [But he laughs and rubs his hands together.] alright, tell me how this works.

[anemonene]

No. Sorry. But I will tell you about Yahtzee. The best thing to get is chance, which is, um, l-like a straight in poker. Then the other best thing is five of a kind. So... [She holds the cup out to him and shrugs.] Go for it?

[thelionheart]

[Leo shakes the cup, a little unsure, and tips the die out onto the table.

1, 2, 3, 1, 1.]

I have no idea what this is.