A )) 1250 Williams Road

[ Basco got out of his bed in a very good mood. Yesterday, he found lots of flowers. He should have suspected something, since the flowers had probably been the cause of those weird relationship effects.
But when he get into the bathroom, and see himself in the mirror, he just stare. This is almost as odd as waking up in Greed's body. But a gloria? And white wings? Why? And just what ---- that wasn't a tail, was it? A black one with that typical painting-devils tail. ]

What stupid irony is this town playing at now?


B)) Phone

People running Mayfield? There are a lot of messed-up stuff's happened during my year here. But, I don't like this irony, thank you very much. I don't want these things.



C )) Rec Center

[ Having cut a hole in the back of a pair of his pants given from the town for the tail to stick out, since it was really uncomfortable with it stuffed into his pants.

He's at the shooting range practicing, since it ease his mind. He is still wondering about the choice. Why angel? Devil, he can actually understand. He's betrayed more than one. But he's far from an angel.

Idiotic. Fucked-up. Town. ]



D )) Around

[ He tried to see what happened if he removed the gloria – if it was even possible. And yes, it was possible, but the moment he took it off, his world toppled over and he felt like puking. His arms are so wobbly that he can't even put the thing back.

Now he's just sitting leaning against the wall, trying his best to regain his strength, although it's not really working very well this far. ]

Outside 1651 Albright Lane, early morning.

[Today, as Victor woke and checked the mail as he always does (however futile it may be, with all the mail being fake bills and what not), he received a letter from the post office. He cautiously opens it and no sooner is met with a large case appearing in the middle of his lawn. But this isn't just a steel case - it is a display case. A display case holding a suit of armor within it.

Victor isn't doing anything with the suit he sees just yet. He is only examining the large case with it inside on his lawn. Though he does end up going back inside quickly for his freezing gun, just in case someone tries to tamper with his equipment. Or...at least he thinks it is. It looks like something he would design.]

Phone

Has anyone ever been returned something they did not previously own or recall owning? Something from their future, perhaps could be the best way to put it.

[Because he has quite the conundrum on his hands with the new suit of armor that was delivered. The design and the bulk are structured similarly to his own robotic armor and yet this new one is far advanced beyond his years.]

Albright Lane; Night time

[Victor isn't a fool. He knows well that there are wayward stragglers wandering around at night, as often as they wander around during the day. But, he's less worried about them and more worried about being pestered by drones. So, it's better to do this at night. Not like anyone can do much to him.

And thus outside Albright Lane at night, if you happen to live on the block or just passing by, it shouldn't be hard to notice a subtle blue glow coming from the front lawn of 1651 Albright. Upon further inspection it appears to be a man in a large robotic suit, squatting down on one leg in front of the lawn. He seems to be tinkering with the mechanics of his suit and the lid that covers his face is completely shut. His eyes too are obscured by goggles and it may be hard to discern that the man behind the covering is actually Victor Fries.

If you wait long enough he will stand up and begin moving around the block, albeit slowly. He also takes out his freezing gun at one point and aims it to a tree by the roadside, blasting a ray of ice at the wood and covering it with a thick layer of ice. All the while the goggles he wears turn bright red when he tests the gun.]

Equipment working at normal levels. All readings are normal. Thermal activity is normal. Tree bark frozen at negative 10 degrees Fahrenheit.

[His voice when speaking comes out mechanical and yet there is a very distinct deepness to it. It is not a voice a drone would ever possess. He has to be honest with himself - this feels rather nice. Having his equipment back and not having to live in it to survive. It is something he can become accustomed to.]

[ooc: tags may be a little slow. please bear with me if you plan to tag.]

[Phone]

[Somepony is clearly not pleased about the current turn of events, and she's going to let the entire town know about it.  Rarity's close CR may notice that she has not been outside her house at all since the poison joke effects started to appear.]

Poison joke.  Charming.  Which of you ponies is responsible for this?

[There's a deep and irritated sigh.]

No.  No, that doesn't matter right now.  The more important question is - does anypony remember the ingredients to the antidote?  I needn't remind you all that it was Zecora who remedied this little problem for us the last time.  Furthermore, do the plants she used even exist in Mayfield?

[...]

In completely unrelated matters, would anypony be willing to run a few errands for me today?  I'm afraid I'm feeling a bit under the weather.

((WARNING: At some point during a thread here, Cade will touch the poison joke flower. It will make all of the clothes Cade is wearing or puts on turn invisible, though only to the eyes of all adult characters other than Cade! So, while Cade, children, drones, etc. will all see him as normal, any adult character will see him as naked.))

A. The Flower Shop
[Cade has returned to the flower shop with a box of delicious pastries to try and make amends for his behavior the other day. While he is there, he will spot a strange blue flower that somehow managed to get into one of the bouquets...]

B. John Doe Park
[Cade is now under the curse of the poison joke, but completely unaware of it, walking about apparently naked to the eyes of all adult characters. He decides that since he is not getting to do much adventuring here in Mayfield, he better keep in shape! So, Cade heads over to the park to do some stretches and warmups first. He can be seen doing standing hamstring stretches, hip adductor stretches, jumping jacks, etc.

C. Around Mayfield
[Cade, still oblivious to the Poison Joke, can be seen jogging around town, really working up a sweat. He may smile and wave at you as he goes by.]

[Phone]
Making people fall in love. Making people switch bodies. Prank wars.

My, I hate to say it but I do think our captors are beginning to run low on ideas for festivities! The invasiveness of having people switch bodies with one another was entertaining, and I'm sure the emotional turmoil of Valentine's Day must be excruciating for those with little internal resolve BUT it still doesn't compare to the glories of last year! Am I the only one who remembers the brutality of last year? Who remembers when the streets here were converted into killing fields, and for one night the buildings and all here were ruins and ashes as we fought at the Dairy?

Surely, I can't be. And I can't be the only one who misses it.

I'm quite curious. Everyone knows what a war is. But who here has seen war before?

[Outside 1338 Benny]

[Guess who saw a patch of the blue flowers, thought they were really pretty, and stuffed his whole goddamn face into them? There is now a strangely familiar female troll on the street - if the horns and clown paint don't give away who it is, the way she's groping her rather sizable breasts and gaping at them in fascinated wonder certainly should.]

[Phone]

[For those who know him, Gamzee's voice sounds significantly higher than usual today. Still just as stupid and stoned, though.]

Whoooooooooooa, anyone else out there suddenly sprout a bitchin' pair of tits today? I think they all done gave me a defective pair though - these don't honk, no matter how hard I up and squeeze them.

[OOC: all replies will be made with hugehonkers!]

[[Phone call: filtered to drones:]

Hey guys! So, it's the time of year again, if ya haven't been payin' attention. I'm talkin' about the prom. Now, I know no one wants a standard 1950s prom. A big ol' conformity shindig? No way. So, we're gonna hold ours in the rec center on May 18th, while the drones have theirs at the school.

And for those who don't know, the prom is an American tradition for high schoolers to get dressed up and dance, while spiking punch. I dunno why we really do it, but there ya are. I'll be DJing. Formal attire is a must, dates are encouraged but not necessary, and since we all love a party, everyone in town can come, regardless if you're in high school or not. How's that sound to y'all?

--

[Action A: This afternoon, something strange has happened to Quinn! Some of those strange blue flowers have transformed him into the tallest pony anyone's ever seen.

He's not sure how to deal with this. 4 long legs are very awkward for a human to figure out, and you'll see him all over town tripping into things and looking exasperated and desperate for assistance.] ...Help?


[Action B: Later, pony!Quinn will be found in his garage, attempting to use things like his phone and computer stuff, failing to do so. Hooves are not made for this equipment.]

Man... how long is this thing gonna last...?

(So AM's been keeping to himself for a while since he kind of...well, he died for not taking part in the pranking, but no one has to know that! NO ONE!

But there was a lovely surprise when he checked his mail one day: Mayfield sent him one of this favorite powers...and apparently, people were already being body swapped and having their bodies disfigured and transformed? AM's prepared to have an amazing field day.)

Action: Around Mayfield

(Anyone who bumps into AM today will see him proudly walking down the street with a bit of a bounce in his step as if he had absolutely no damns to give. Suffering from poison joke, are you? Don't worry; this guy can make it worse.)

Phone

Well well well, it looks like someone already beat me to the punch. I commend you for your efforts, but I think you can do much better than this. These forced transformations aren't agonizing in the slightest; those under the effect of these stupid flowers have it much easier than they think.

With that said, I do have the power transform everyone back to their original forms...

((OOC: I need to set up a permissions post for all of AM's powers one day, but this will do for now. He can now transform any physical thing into something else, even transforming other characters! I'd greatly appreciate it if you specified whether or not you're okay with AM doing that to your character. He'll only make them temporary so characters can go about their Mayfield lives after talking to him; I'm not that cruel!))

[Yuna, unlike many of the town's residents, was not affected by the poison joke flowers that have been popping up everywhere.  Instead, she's using this opportunity to have some fun and pull some shenanigans of her own.  Negi had given her some age deceiving pills a while back, and with everything else that's going on, she figures this is as good a time as any to try them out.]

[Action; Mayfield Elementary]


[There's a cute little girl with a rather familiar-looking side ponytail running around and playing and just having the best time ever on the playground at Mayfield Elementary.  After all, it's not like swings and jungle gyms and monkey bars and sliding boards ever stop being fun - you just get too big to really play on them anymore.]

Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

[Action; Olney's Tavern]


[Later, after the effects of the first pill have worn off, Yuna decides to try one of the other ones.  Now she's the spitting image of her mother before she passed away - a confident and attractive woman in her mid-twenties with curves in all the right places.  She went out and got herself a nice black dress from the department store before heading off to the bar, and now she's playing the part of a sexy femme fatale looking to have a few drinks and loosen up a little.  Mostly she just wants to see if she can actually get anyone to serve her anything.]

Bartender, I'll have a vodka martini!

[Classy spies order those, right?]

[Action; around town]

[If your character wants to run into either babby!Yuna or adult!Yuna somewhere else in Mayfield while she's screwing around and using magic items irresponsibly, just use this as a catch-all option for any other place you'd like to run into her.  Just be sure to specify which age you want and where you want to be.]

[Action: 2241 Stevens:
LeChuck didn't think anything of it when he accidently stepped on one of the strange blue flowers that had sprung up all over town. It was only sometime later when he caught a glimpse of himself in a mirror did he realize something was wrong.

It was his beard.]

It... it's... it's pink!

[Bright, cotton candy pink, in fact. Not only that, it even smelled sugary and felt sticky. By god, it didn't just look like cotton candy, it was cotton candy!

He really, really hoped it wasn't going to rain today.]

[Phone:]

This... this is an outrage! I have seen many things in the year since I was brought here, but this! This is by far the most heinous of all! Whoever is responsible for this... well... you had better be ashamed of yourself!

[Nope, he's really not on top of his game today. He's just going to sit at home and nurse his bruised pride.]

[ Satou's Sunday started with an awful realization; her 'friendship flowers' were  not just dying. She'd been spoiling them rotten, taking care of the flowers that she picked out and named after friends as if they were her actual friends. But today she woke up and found that her drone mother had thrown out the dead flowers. ]

[ action ♥ anywhere ]
[ Luckily, the town is growing many a flowers today! Satou cleaned the tears off her face and went out to buy new flowers, only to find some very pretty ones already growing along the way. She picked a couple and was on her way home-- stopping in a few places to buy school supplies and groceries-- with a bundle of poison joke in her arms. She hasn't passed any mirrors or looked at herself in any windows, so doesn't realize that her ahoge hair has disappeared and been replaced by a daisy. Feel free to alert her, or even watch it as it sprouts. ]

[ phone ♥ ]
[ After Satou discovers the daisy growing on her head she abandons the flowers and rushes home. Curled up on her bed now with the blankets over her head and phone to her ear. ]
Um... Hello, I um... Does anyone know how to take care of flowers? Specifically when um... they're growing on top of your head. Should I put dirt on my head? Water it? Is there a fertilizer I can use? I've never heard of this sort of thing before... I don't seem to have much of a green thumb either... And I don't want Daisy-san to die. [ Yes, she's named it. ]

 Action - Anywhere

"...Most inconvenient."

Fi appears, at first glance, to be entirely unaffected by the odd blue flowers she was examining earlier. At least until you realize her typical 'hand shake greeting' is gone.

Along with anything that came with it.

Fi stands, quite armless, before a door, a book... Anything that would require those hands really, and in the end she merely tilts her head in mild confusion.

"...I wonder if, in the same manner, my true form would cause this sort of a disadvantage..."

The answer, Fi, is yes.

[Action; The Streets of Mayfield]

[Guess which alien Empress made the mistake of stepping on one of these flowers? Where a nearly eight foot genocidal queen stood moments before now sits a tiny little purple persian kitten, which could rival the size of the tyrian's head.]

You have got to be--my voice.

[--is high and squeaky pitched, yes. Looks like this little cat isn't going to be doing any lording over anyone today.]

[Action; 724 Anderson Lane]

[Sometime later, the Condescension will be sneaking back inside to avoid more humiliation, and making her home somewhere under furniture of some sort. Or perhaps under a pillow, either will do.]

[Ted has been through a great many traumatic events in his career as Blue Beetle. One of the worst involved getting turned into a chipmunk by a powerful queen he had a little fling with...and now he's being forced to relive that after messing with some weird blue flowers that had popped up in his flowerbeds overnight. Unfortunately for him, the Poison Joke didn't kick in until he was out and about his daily business, causing him to decide to run back home as quickly as possible.]

[A - Around Town, backdated to Friday]

[If you're observant, you may notice a chipmunk dressed like a blue bug darting through the streets. He's quite focused on not getting stepped on and generally getting the heck out of wherever he is.

I! Can't! Believe! This! Is! Happening!

[B - Phone]

Hey! Has anyone else been going through any...interesting changes?

Or have I just ticked off a wizard queen again?

[C - 506 Ricardo]

[There's a strangely-dressed chipmunk lounging in the tree outside the house. Or perhaps he's inside watching TV while sitting on the couch. Either way, he's kind of funny-looking and adorable.]

[Backdated to April 20th - Afternoon, Around Mayfield]

[It was all the fault of that bucket of flowers at Ilsa's place, but that wasn't really so bad. Another day as a human? Okay! He liked being that cowboy guy. So he'd be himself, but also human, and it'd be fun!]

Nyaa, I'm human♪, huuuu-maaaaan♪, it's so nice-nice, gonna have a straaaawberry miiiiilkshake♪....

[So yeah, he's skipping through town, having a dandy time.]

[Same day, Malt Shop]

[Still, just because you look human doesn't mean the town thinks you're human. They're not letting him in to order that strawberry milkshake.

He is very sad. He is standing around outside and moping and pouting and whining. This wasn't a fun thing, after all.]

N-nyaaaaa, not faiiiiir....

[A. 339 Brady Lane; morning]

[She should have known better than to try to move the weird blue flowers that were springing up everywhere, but noooooo...

A very resigned and scruffy-looking pony can be found limping around the house, trying to see how much of the place is overrun with the blue blossoms.

While muttering in annoyance to herself, as usual.]

Oh all the stupid things...a pony? Really? How'm I going to get anything done with hooves? It's not too bad, but still...

[B. John Doe Park; afternoon]



[This dull green pony can be found napping in a sunny patch in the park, her bad leg stretched out as she dozes. She's already been partially traumatized today, so why not strike up a conversation? After all, ponies aren't dragons, so poking a sleeping pony can't be that bad.

Also, even on the flank that isn't horribly scarred, she seems to be missing something important.

Her cutie mark. Mika is still a blank flank.]

[C: Around town: evening]

[As nice as the nap was, Mika never quite realized how far the house was from the park until she has to limp home. The bedraggled pony is making slow progress, but she tends to stop frequently and sit to rest her leg.]

[Action | 945 Beulah]

[Crona isn't really sure why there was something in the mail that had such a simple and unexpected name scrawled across it. Why would Crona be getting anything in the mail?

So, instead of immediately opening it, Crona has had it sitting in the room for a while. Every day, the poor child will just stare it it for a long while before finally leaving it to sit. But today...it will be opened. It had been made pretty obvious to Crona just how messed up this place is, after getting sick, dying, coming back to life, getting droned for not going to school...yea. The package is frightening.

Taking a moment to steel the mind, Crona finally cautiously opens the package. All that's in the package is a card...a card that is simply completely jet black. Upon picking it up to examine it, though, BURNING FIRE suddenly runs through every vein in Crona's body.

Crona drops the card, slumps to the ground, and screams. The sensation of searing hot fire moves through Crona's entire lithe form, causing the child to double over, only able to continue to groan and scream.

When it's over...Crona will be greeted by a familiar internal voice. One that'll bring at least a little bit of comfort...for about five seconds.]

[Action | The Church]

[Crona's trying as hard as possible to adjust, but the poor kid just keeps popping up in the church. It feels familiar at least, serves as a reminder to the first encounter with Maka. At least this time, though, the child doesn't look quite as distraught sitting in an out of the way location. There's less staring at the floor, instead Crona's eyes are flitting about the room, taking in the sorts of people that come and go.

Occasionally, though, Crona will speak softly to nobody in particular...as if the strange child is actually talking to someone else.]

[Action | Make-out Point]

[Of course, Crona has no idea what this spot in town is named or what that name implies. All Crona really knows is that the place is nice and secluded...secluded enough so the strange child can have a nice one-way sounding conversation with nobody at all. Nobody apparent, at least.]

Noooo, you can't do that. [...] You weren't even here when I got here. [...] Noooo...I don't knowwww. [...] You can't come out right now, so you can't hit me. [...] Nooooooo....donnnnt...

[Feel free to walk in on the child's...odd conversation.]

Part A | 337 Brady Lane | Friday evening

[With the nicer weather, Applejack has taken to occasionally taking a nap under Bloomberg. And with nothing better to do today, that's just what she's doing. Of course, if she was paying closer attention, she might have noticed the blue flowers that were around the apple tree, but perhaps she just didn't think she'd see something like Poison Joke in Mayfield and just thought they were some other blue flower. Either way, when she wakes up, she'll definitely realize they're the real thing.

...Actually, it's more like he'll realize they're the real thing. Because when Applejack gets up with a yawn and a stretch, he'll feel a little...different.]

What the-? OH FOR ALL THINGS OATS AND APPLES WHAT'S GOING ON NOW?!

[Yep. Two weeks in a row now that Applejack wakes up with a different body. And he's shouting his complaint pretty loudly, do you see what the ruckus (or fracas) is about?]

Part B | Around town | Sometime after the nap

[So Applejack ran into some Poison Joke. So she's not a she but a he. At least he's still a pony, though he still feels weird just as much as he feels the same. But if he learned anything from last week is that the best way to handle something like this is to just try to act like it isn't a hindrance and go about your daily business. Of course that doesn't mean Applejack won't try to get some answers by checking on his friends from Ponyville. Of course with all the trouble he has with that phone, he figured it just be easier to ask in person, so there's one surly orange pony walking down the street, grumbling to himself.]

These legs just feel so gosh darn heavy. Does Big Mac have to deal with this all the time?