[Poison Joke] a glow, and then a shine...

[ooeeooahah]

[ 20 April, Afternoon, the front garden of 1490 Kramden Road ]

[ The front lawn has been making the slow transition from carpet of green to a plot ready to plant. Ilsa has been adding the seedlings from the kitchen window as they are hardy enough.

However, this morning while leaving to go to work, she spotted something she did not plant in the beds. It did not conform to anything she knew, and at her lunch break, she had checked the library references which had no more information on the plant.

So this afternoon, she changed into her halter top and shorts, and started weeding. She has been careful enough to wear gloves, and to put them in a bucket for disposal, but that doesn't stop them from affecting her. She hasn't noticed that her shadow now includes bat-wings, of sufficient span to be useful.... ]

[[ OOC: Ilsa has been affected by the Poison Joke! Feel free to just be in the neighborhood and point out her new attributes. ]]

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[nyanpire]

[It is a wonderful day to go for a walk, and a wonderful day to go visit Ilsa, so that's just what Nyanpire is off to do. He skips into the yard, beaming and bright...

And then stops.]

Ilsa! You've got, you've got... Nyaaaaaaaa!

[ooeeooahah]

[ Ilsa looks up and smiles, tossing the last of the flowers in the bucket. ]

What, I've got dirt all over? That's what happens when you garden, Nyanpire.

[ Nope she hasn't noticed, yet. ]

[nyanpire]

You do, nyaa, but... but but, on your back! You've got... you've got...

[He points dramatically.]

WINGS!

[ooeeooahah]

What? No, I...

[ She looks over her shoulder. ]

...I'm not supposed to have those yet!

[nyanpire]

...nyot supposed to have them yet?

[From confused shock to just plain confusion. He stops pointing, and then carefully pads over.]

Are you a vampire, too, nyaa?

[ooeeooahah]

[ She runs her fingers through her hair, and sighs, then holds her hand out to him. ]

Not a vampire, hon. But they do look like my daddy's wings.

[velesdonnersen]

[He looks. He sees. He is amazed. But...]

[Stands there, examining the wings in the fine bright sun, and says,]

Oh, sweet lightning, what next, Mayfield?

Better you than me, love. [Shudder] Much better you than me.

1 of 2

[ooeeooahah]

[ Dusting her hands and grabbing the bucket of weeds, she chuckles. ]

What's that, 'bibi?

[ Then she turns to look over her shoulder. ]

2 of 2

[ooeeooahah]

What in the stars is this?!?

Re: 2 of 2

[velesdonnersen]

[Tarvek looks them over, consideringly.]

Wings. And I suspect they're functional, here in Mayfield. [Grimaces. He does NOT like flying.] Lucky you.

It may make sleep a bit difficult, though. Not to mention getting in the way when you're cooking: they'll knock things all over the place in the kitchen, I should think.

[ooeeooahah]

[ She hears his evaluation of the difficulties, and feels his aversion, not knowing it is tied to his dislike of flying. ]

I-I'm not supposed to have them for several decades, yet... if at all. I shouldn't have j-just the wings if it happens....

[ Her wings contract, in response to her distress, as she casts about for an exit route. ]

[velesdonnersen]

[Worried for her: she's clearly upset, and the link is passing on dismay. He steps forward and tries as best he can to help her gather the wings...and to put his arm around her shoulders to whatever extent her wings permit.]

Hush, schatzi, hush. Do you need to go in--or give those wings a try in the open air? I'm sure we can get Nall to fly with you.

[ooeeooahah]

No, no...

[ She frowns, thinking. ] I didn't get any mail today, so I don't think this is permanent. At least, not without everything else....

[ It sounds almost as if she's trying to reassure him. ]

[mediations]

[ He'd been going to visit Ilsa, to apologize for his behavior upon his return to Mayfield. Of course the sight of wings stops him short. ]

Ilsa... I don't suppose you've glanced at your shadow recently?

[ooeeooahah]

Hm?

[ She glances over her shoulder. ]

Oh, ye jigs and juleps, [ She runs her fingers through her hair, and her tongue over her teeth. ] just the wings, though?

[mediations]

Just the wings.

Do you know how--?

[ooeeooahah]

I didn't get any mail today, so that wouldn't be it... [ her voice trails off as she looks at the bucket of pulled weeds. ] Stay back, the new thing today was these plants. I don't know what the vector might be...

[ She picks up the bucket, moving it to the driveway. ]

[mediations]

I'll take my chances. [ But he'll still keep his careful distance. ]

[ooeeooahah]

[ Setting the bucket in the middle of the driveway, she backs off, and frowns at it. The interior of the bucket glows blue for half a minute. ]

Careful, the bucket is going to be hot for a little bit.

[ There's not even ash left in it. ]

[helpmeguideit]

[ Is...moving down the street and seems a bit amazed with what he is looking at. For all of the mutants he has seen, he has never seen wings. Although he didn't see them last time with her. Where did they come from? How did she hide them? ]

Are those real?

[ooeeooahah]

[ She chuckles, and raises an eyebrow at him. ] Yes, they're real - you don't fertilize fake plants when you put them out.

[helpmeguideit]

I mean your wings. [ He points. ]

[ooeeooahah]

[ Ilsa chuckles, having gotten through the surprise already. ] Yeah, seems like Mayfield isn't through with pranks just yet. I'd advise you leave any strange blue flowers alone, considering wings aren't the only things you get from them.

[helpmeguideit]

I might like wings. I wonder if they work. [ And immediately jumps past the moment of being phased straight into complete fascination. ]

[ooeeooahah]

I haven't tried them yet, not without aerial back-up. But Dad could fly, and they look kind of like his.