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GP: April Fools!

It didn't take any sort of precognitive abilities to predict some kind of shenanigans on the first of April. Many of the people stuck in the bubble world of the Madonna Inn were from times and places where April Fools' Day pranks were normal, expected... (in many cases) minor annoyances. And then there were the residents who remembered the strange egg hunt from a year ago, and the sometimes confusing explanations of the two holidays falling on the same day and how that related.

Also, life at the inn could be interminable. After a while, people started hoping for some kind of strangeness to happen, just to break up the monotony of being trapped in a kitschy no-snow globe.

So, no. You didn't have to be a mutant fortune teller to expect some kind of joke being pulled. But Emma was, and even she had no idea what was coming, other than it was going to be frustrating and topsy-turny, and the visions she'd been getting from the tarot – and way more reversals than was usual or healthy in her experience – were even less clear than usual.

She definitely didn't foresee waking up without the powers that were as much a part of her as her heart. Or just as suddenly having powers she had no idea how to control. But she did, and she had*, and she was far from the only one. The same thing was happening to people all around the inn.

(*Not to worry. The singe marks should be gone in a day or so. Right?)

[Powers swap GP! Tag in. Tag around. It's a time for out and about at the inn coping (or not) with powers gained (or lost).]

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As it turned out, the default state of a human was ‘fucking broken’. No real shock, but it was annoying all the same. Humans had a shit sense of smell, bad hearing, bad eyesight, too many fingers, no tail, blunt teeth, they were bald...he’d ranted about it already but that didn’t make it less annoying.

The only good thing, so far, was that he could reach the booze on the high shelves, but even that sucked a little, because without his enhancements his tolerance was probably shit. Reaching things was kind of fun in itself, though, which was how Rocket ended up actually sipping a top-shelf ‘Long Island iced tea’ while he hung out behind the bar in case some else wanted something off a high shelf.

Seeing a naked man-Rocket was more than he thought he'd ever see. He could never un-see it either. When he walked into the bar, he grinned. Rocket was still Rocket.

"Testing the limits of the mortal man?" He asked as he sat down on a stool.

Edited 2019-04-02 00:49 (UTC)

“Fuck you, Quill.” It was almost a normal greeting. Why not? Quill was Quill, but he’d helped and wasn’t being too bad of a jerk about it. “I can reach high shelves now, you don’t think I’m gonna?”

"Hey, I don't blame you," He said with his hands up like he was surrendering. "How's it going otherwise? Is it weird not having a tail? You pick up anyone to sleep with yet?"

“My balance is still a bit fucked.” Rocket missed his tail. Even though not having one meant not having to be careful around doors and whatever. “And what? Why? I sleep okay alone.”

He rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, that's exactly what I'm asking about," Quill said and then shook his head. "Are you at least going to explore other human things? Like a hot tub without having to feel like you're water logged?"

Rocket pointed. "I'm reachin' high shelves without climbing, man. That's the best fuckin' thing. Besides, the water in the pools an' things is chemical enough even a broken humie nose can smell it."

Quill looked at his friend like Rocket had just told him that he didn't like chocolate.

"Rocket, you're a human now," He said. "You should take advantage of that. Like... eat a lot. We have big stomachs."

Unlike Rocket, Mia was enjoying actually being human. Listening to others talk, she was sure that it wouldn't last and she was going to take advantage of it. She'd already indulged in food and now it was time for drink.

She smiled slightly at the new bartender and slid onto a bar stool.

Mia was a welcome sight for sure. He didn’t have a lot of history with her, not like with Quill, or Regina and Snow, but... she got it, and he liked her. She’d decided he was her brother, even if he was a twisted little monster and nobody would ever use those words for her. That meant a lot.

It was obvious to even weak-ass human eyes that she didn’t recognize him, of course. Why would she? But since his voice was the same, she’d work it out fast. “Hey Mia. You okay? ‘Cause this is some mess, right here.”

Her green eyes widened in surprise but she would have recognized that voice anywhere. "Brother?" What had happened to her brother? Had he been made human like her?

"I am still getting used to eating food and tasting it." She had quickly discovered that she didn't like fried foods - or chocolate.

Rocket blinked. In his real shape his ears would have swiveled and flattened, it was a little benefit of being human that you couldn’t read mood by ears. “Yeah, it’s me. Since I woke up this morning. Hadta call Quill to bring me clothes to fit a bald gangly thing. You got changed too, huh?”

Mia didn’t eat, but if she was human now.... “You tried marshmallows yet? They’re pretty great.” At least, they were to real tastebuds. Who knew what they’d be to a human?

"I haven't." She shook her head, "but I've tried other foods." Mia sighed softly, "I tried some chips, they are very popular in Britain, but all I could taste was grease." Rocket could be forgiven for assuming she meant potato chips instead of french fries.

"What does a marshmallow taste like?" She'd seen them of course and even put them in hot chocolate for Sophie, but Mia had never eaten one or been curious about it.

Potatoes in any form were okay - they were bland, though, and there were way better things to eat. “Mostly sugar, I think. You know what you oughta try? Peanut butter. Or a drink, since I can reach the high shelves now.”

"I would like a drink." Mia looked at the bar behind him but she'd never had anything alcoholic before. "Pick something you think I should try." She smiled at him and it was full of warmth of the fondness she felt for Rocket. Something that synthetic Mia couldn't do but human Mia could.

Rocket couldn’t help smiling back, a bit, then offered the glass he’d been sipping to her. “Try this. ‘S called a Long Island Iced Tes. You like it, I’ll make you one’a your own. You don’t, we’ll try somethin’ else.”

She took a sip of the offered drink and began to cough as it burned down her throat. Her eyes watered a little bit, too. "Curious." But after the sensations quieted, Mia found that she actually liked the taste of it. She handed it back to Rocket, "I'll take one of those."

“Sure thing.” As with his own, Rocket used exclusively top shelf stuff fir Mua’s Drink, mostly because he could reach the top shelves. It was an easy drink to make, so inside of a minute or two, Mia had her own Long Island Iced Tea. “You’re probably gonna wanna go a bit slow,” he warned her. “Booze can hit hard when you ain’t used to it.” He was very used to it, but Mia wasn’t used to anything.

This time Mia's sip was more tentative and truly a sip. "are you drinking because the inn made you human? Or are you only taking advantage of the opportunity, like me?"

"Nah, I drink a lot anyway." Rocket shrugged. "I like bein' able to reach the shelves, though. Gonna miss that shit when I go back ta bein' me."

Mia's brow furrowed, not realizing that it had. "They should put some shelves down low so that you can reach them and put the alcohol that you prefer there as well."

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