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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).]
Re: Mildmay & Corbie
"Some practical joke," he muttered, and Corbie maybe the only one here who'd be able to pick out the words. "Trickster shit."
Re: Mildmay & Corbie
But she did hear him. "Ain't funny."
Re: Mildmay & Corbie
"You still got your magic?" Probably not, from what he'd been hearing about others, but if she did... maybe it'd be a help somehow.
Re: Mildmay & Corbie
Re: Mildmay & Corbie
Then quiet, "I think I do." That wasn't quite right, though, was it, Mildmay? "Not like yours. But some kinda magic. I c'n feel it."
Re: Mildmay & Corbie
Re: Mildmay & Corbie
"Reckon Felix'd be spitting nails if he knew?" he wondered aloud, since it was Corbie, and she understood better'n anybody.
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"You wanna visit your Lady a while?" She could if she wanted. And if she wanted Mildmay to come with, it wasn't the first time he'd gone to church with her. But if she didn't, that was okay too. For either part of it. She could just hide out here away from the ghosts.
Re: Mildmay & Corbie
Re: Mildmay & Corbie