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

[neardowell]

[Owen raises an eyebrow. He is wearing a suit, but a gawky twenty-something nursing what looks to be pepto-bismol is about as far from Don Draper as you can get.] At least you still think you're funny. That's a sign.

[He's been sick over her accident and subsequent hospitalization for months. They aren't nearly as close as they were as children, but... it physically hurts to think that he might have picked the wrong doctor, that all this madness might be his fault.]

You'll see a neurologist. CAT scans, MRIs, all of it. Your brain will be so well documented I could knit a copy of it if I cared to. [Owen holds out his empty glass.] Pour another. Please.

[constantasthenorthernstar]

Aye-aye, [She pours him some more of the pink stuff and goes back to nursing her drink. It might not be a bad thing, what he's suggesting. She's heard that curing her broken ear might be as simple as an operation. But she's been half deaf since she was eighteen, and now she's...much older. She's been half deaf a lot longer than she's had clear senses. She doesn't like not being able to hear, but she can't remember what it's like to be able to hear conversation, birdsong, wind, through both ears. Change, even if it's a case of simply changing back, is scary. The idea of hearing clearly is almost as frightening as the thought of going back, of no longer being able to save herself from injury.

Where is that power kept, anyway? Maybe it's something in her brain. Maybe a doctor'll spot it. But magic never was very good at showing up in scientific scans. She lifts her glass and leans back and looks at her brother - or this version of him, anyway. And she thinks that, even if he does seem to think she's mad, it's been a long time since someone tried to take care of her. Maybe she will play along. For a little while, at least.] They have to find my brain before you can knit it.

[neardowell]

[He nods his thanks, takes a long drink and leans further back into his chair. Truth be told, he half-thinks he's lost his mind as well, but staying on top of his sister's condition is giving him some semblance of control and that is precisely what he needs right now. Owen swirls his drink and frowns into it.]

I suppose it's lucky for me that I have a limited supply of yarn. [With a rumpling of his brow, he glances over at Mari.] You never explained exactly what happened. [he taps his ear.] Here.

[constantasthenorthernstar]

[Mari places a hand over her eyes. Okay, her brother is going to think she's even nuttier than ever.She wipes her hand down, over her nose and mouth.]

A werewolf hit me in the head and it cracked something I guess. [She rests her elbow on her thigh, rests her chin in her hand and stares at him. What are you going to do, Owain, what will you say? This asshole smiles her assholiest smile.] Before I could heal, I mean. So it's permanent.

[neardowell]

That sounds about right. [In that it sounds completely mad and he has no idea what to do with a confession like that. He tucks one foot over his knee and rolls his eyes.]

It's hardly permanent. You have heard of hearing aids. Or- [he raises his voice and copies her asshole smile.] You have heard of hearing aids!

[constantasthenorthernstar]

Ah, the old eye roll. [she does the same, and laughs without humour.] You don't believe me.

I could make you believe.

[She flinches at the joke - but only slightly - and touches her ear.] I gave up. [she starts to add 'when I couldn't heal it magically' but then she just...well. Gives up. And shrugs, and looks into her glass.]

[neardowell]

Fine. Make me.

[With the same arrogance she employs at every turn, he shrugs his shoulders.]

Show me your magical powers and how a werewolf made you deaf in one ear. I'm dying to know how that works.

[constantasthenorthernstar]

Ugh, okay. [The ugh is only half because he doesn't believe her. She stands up and picks up a discarded bottle. How many of these did she drink? Not too many? Hopefully.

This bottle she smashes against the wall of the ship, so the part of it that holds liquid showers in a rain of glass, leaving only the jagged stem.]

Okay? [She comes over to him, crouches in front of him and presses the jagged glass into the palm of her free hand, created a long, deep cut.] Okay?

[She holds up her sliced palm and knows it's healing, even without looking. When she wipes away the blood, her hand is whole.] Okay! Magic powers!

[neardowell]

[He lets out a breath and looks away abruptly. What has he just seen? Owain closes his eyes and turns away from his sister.]

It isn't funny! [He tentatively turns to face her.] You might've hurt yourself!

[constantasthenorthernstar]

[Mari cocks her head to one side, a confused look on her face.]

Um, yeah! I did hurt myself. [She pointed to the blood still dried on her palm.] That was the point of this exercise. Hurty-healy. It's what I do. [She waggles her fingers.] I can heal all wounds. But, sometimes it's weird, like.

[She wipes her hand on her trousers, and when it becomes clear that not all of the blood is coming off, she pours a little of the pink liquid on it, wipes again. She holds up both hands] Look, see, my left one doesn't have any marks on it, no lines, no fingerprints. If there are any scars of marks on a piece of my body that gets taken off, what grows back is, well, like. Like this. [She points now at the blank canvas of her left palm, the fingers on her left hand.

A pause while she considers.] Oh right. The werewolf ripped this arm off and it grew back. Um, basically he tried to eat me this one time and I got him in the face with wolfsbane and then he got offended and started stalking me, and then he hit me in the head and my head cracked and that's how I went deaf. I didn't heal til after that so I couldn't heal my ear and hearing aids didn't exist then.

[That's a lot to say in one go. Her face going as weird and blank as one of her fingers, she sits slowly down on the ground next to her brother's chair.] There's more, but...I don't feel like telling it.

[neardowell]

Don't patronize me! I'm still trying- trying to understand. You've just spouted a load of nonsense, which is apparently verifiable, and you want me to-

[Owain knocks his hand on the table. Frankly, he'd like to slam it down, but that is not constructive.]

To not, frankly, freak out! And after all that, there's more?

[Incredulously, he shakes his head and gives an audible gulp.]

I won't lecture you. [he says, mostly to himself.] I won't.

[constantasthenorthernstar]

[Mari puts her face in her hands. It's all a bit much. She's...well. She's suddenly very tired and drunk.] I was scared.