[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]

....Oh.

What's Normal Day, nyaa? If it's NORMAL then it's nyot a holiday!

[This conversation is taking an interesting turn, yes.]

[ooeeooahah]

[ Guess who forgot he's that young? ] Well, have you ever had catnip?

[nyanpire]

Catnip! Nyaa, I've had catnip! [And he bursts into giggles in recollection.]

It's fun and it makes you feel happy and... and catnip is good, nyaa!

Is there a catnip holiday? [Ooh, that's a GREAT idea. If there isn't, there should be.]

[ooeeooahah]

So, there is a plant like that for humans, that used to be illegal to grow. The day those laws were changed is called NORML in my world, after the group that changed it.

[ Having gotten all of the flowers out of his hair, Ilsa ruffles it. ]

Want to help me get the rest of the flowers out of the yard?

[nyanpire]

It... it used to be illegal to grow human catnip?

[This is blowing his little mind. So many concepts that he had never even considered! (Surely someone, somewhere would disapprove of the lessons that he's learning.]

That's a GOOD reason for a holiday, nyaa!

[He giggles and flicks his ears at the hair-ruffling.] I'll help! I can help lots! I'm... I'm bigger! And I've got HANDS!

[ooeeooahah]

We want to get all of these blue flowers out of the garden, before they get someone else.

[nyanpire]

Yeah! Maybe something weird would happen to... to... nyaa, who's that other guy in your house?

[Oh well. He's wasting no time picking the flowers up and putting them back into the bucket.]

[ooeeooahah]

Who, my husband, my mate or my foster?

[ Welcome to Ilsa's perception of her Mayfield family. ]

[nyanpire]

Uh... the guy with the glasses! [Yes, Nyanpire, that's very specific.] That... that you got yourself switched with, nyaa!

You have a lot of guys, nyaa....

[ooeeooahah]

That would be Egon, my husband... assigned, that is. Tarvek, the redhead, is my mate, and John, who also has glasses is my foster.

[ Not at all confusing. ]

I'd rather not have them get into this, because I'm not sure what would happen to them.

[nyanpire]

Ohhh, Egon... [This, overall, was a very helpful explanation. Now he knew all the people in Ilsa's house!]

Yeah, they might get wings, too! Or... or horns! Or spots! Or horns AND spots! Nyaa, it'd be scary!

[ooeeooahah]

Horns aren't scary, if you're used to them.

[ Ilsa chuckles as they go on around the side of the yard, collecting more of the strange flowers. ]

With the flowers causing this, I hope this won't last too long.