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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).]
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).]
Mildmay (OTA)
How the fuck did Rocket manage? Except how he was bigger than Mildmay found himself now, and his paws were more like hands than the useless things at end of the fox's legs. So he waited, and hoped nobody would see him.
Finally someone opened the door. Mildmay didn't care so much who it was or where they were going, he was just glad it meant going through the door. The bitchkitty, on top of all the others about this, was he wasn't used to being a fox. And the building frustration plus wanting to get out the door before it shut plus wanting to go slow and stealthy.
Yeah, he shoulda known better. It was all his fault, when he ran smack into his door-opening savior's legs.
(Mildmay hasn't quite figured out the shapeshifting part of his "swap" yet. Or any of the other parts. But he'll be getting unstuck in his next tag. Threading with a nonverbal animal isn't usually fun for anyone involved.)
Mildmay & Storm
She'd given up and decided that she'd needed a break. As she opened the door, her mind had been on her predicament and not on the red fox that just ran into her. "Mack?" No, that was dismissed almost as soon as she'd said it, he had three tails and not one like this one. That meant probably a wild animal that had got trapped inside the inn. Ororo stepped aside to let the fox pass. "Hope you find your home."
Re: Mildmay & Storm
So of course, whatever it was that made him a fox, wore off or gave up or something, and the next thing he knew, there was Mildmay the Fox, but not a fox, on his hands and knees there in the doorway. "Fuck me sideways," he muttered. He knew from experience, standing up was going to hurt like a bitch.
Re: Mildmay & Storm
Re: Mildmay & Storm
"Guessing you're not getting stuck as a animal, huh."
Re: Mildmay & Storm
"I am not turning into an animal." She agreed with a hint of amusement, "but I have sprouted butterfly like wings."
Re: Mildmay & Storm
"What's it like? Flying?" Could she even fly? Butterflies were pretty delicate. He wasn't sure they'd be able to support a person. But the thought of being able to fly...
Re: Mildmay & Storm
"Though the wings are delicate, and I'm not used to them, they are surprisingly strong. I have been on strong currents and the feeling is the same for me."
Re: Mildmay & Storm
"I can't fly. Not that I know anyway. But I keep freezing sh- stuff. And there was the..." Mildmay waved a hand generally toward the floor around the door, where he'd been, up to a minute ago, a real fucking fox.
Re: Mildmay & Storm
"When I first got my mutant powers, it was very difficult to control. I can try to help you control yours through my hits and misses when I was younger if you'd like."
Re: Mildmay & Storm
He shook his head. "Nah. You got your own new shit today."
A pause, then, "I'll manage. But thanks."
Re: Mildmay & Storm
"Well, I should probably go and let you try to figure out how not to turn into a fox and as for me, I'll try to figure out how to get through a door if the wings pop out." Her smile was one of fond memories of Xavier's.