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st_ackeddeckDate: April 3, 2019
Feelings were hard. Feelings were even harder when they flared up as bright, hot, and volatile as the fireballs Emma could have at her fingertips. And that was nothing compared to how hard they were when you felt Everyfuckingthing around you, the way Jag could.
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Feelings were hard. Feelings were even harder when they flared up as bright, hot, and volatile as the fireballs Emma could have at her fingertips. And that was nothing compared to how hard they were when you felt Everyfuckingthing around you, the way Jag could.
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st_rummerDate: April 1, 2019
It's not the first time Coby's woken up on the first of April to a big surprise, but this time he's not the only one thrown for a loop. Losing his wings is one thing, but Jag and Curnen in a vicious cycle of reflected empathy is a whole other level.
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It's not the first time Coby's woken up on the first of April to a big surprise, but this time he's not the only one thrown for a loop. Losing his wings is one thing, but Jag and Curnen in a vicious cycle of reflected empathy is a whole other level.
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st_illfleshandbloodDate: April 1, 2019
Jackson and Corbie wake up together, neither one of them the same as when they went to sleep.
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Jackson and Corbie wake up together, neither one of them the same as when they went to sleep.
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Apr. 1st, 2019 07:40 pmst_accatoI know that the inn does the wonky but um.... I woke up with an arm missing. Well not missing but changed! I think I'm turning into a robot. Can someone turn into a robot. Oh GOD. Maybe the tin man well woman? Wait he was all metal and rusted right? Okay not that unless I'm slowing turning into that.
Any magical people know how to change my arm back?
If not, how am I going to take a shower without rusting? I am not NOT taking a shower or bath!
Any magical people know how to change my arm back?
If not, how am I going to take a shower without rusting? I am not NOT taking a shower or bath!
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Apr. 2nd, 2019 08:24 pmst_jamesHas anyone misplaced the ability to short electrical outlets, break plumbing and move everyday objects with an accompanying... light show?
And if so, might you be willing to tell me how to stop it before I destroy my room?
And if so, might you be willing to tell me how to stop it before I destroy my room?
st_raighttovampireCaroline had actually been enjoying April Fools for once. She was unchanged but watching the rest of the inn go a little crazy had been diverting for once. And then she saw Sunny's message and realized that just because she wasn't different, that didn't mean someone wasn't suffering because of what she was.
Caroline dipped back into her office, grabbed a couple bottles of bourbon out of her desk drawer and several more bags of expired-for-transfusions-but-still-good-for-vampires blood out of the mini fridge she'd liberated from storage ages ago. She wrote a quick message to Regina to cover her absence and walked at nothing more than normal human speed toward Sunny's room.
Thankfully, most people were more concerned with their own drama and she made it to the Safari Room without meeting anyone else. She knocked on the door. "Sunny, it's Caroline. I can help."
Caroline dipped back into her office, grabbed a couple bottles of bourbon out of her desk drawer and several more bags of expired-for-transfusions-but-still-good-for-vampires blood out of the mini fridge she'd liberated from storage ages ago. She wrote a quick message to Regina to cover her absence and walked at nothing more than normal human speed toward Sunny's room.
Thankfully, most people were more concerned with their own drama and she made it to the Safari Room without meeting anyone else. She knocked on the door. "Sunny, it's Caroline. I can help."
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Apr. 1st, 2019 08:31 pmst_raighttovampire...shit. I knew today was too good.
I'm going to help Sunny. If anyone needs to know where I am, lie.
I'm going to help Sunny. If anyone needs to know where I am, lie.
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Apr. 1st, 2019 06:03 pmst_igmatizedNeed someone to come put me down.
No, really.
I don't know how it happened but I know what happened and everyone walking by my door smells delicious and the only reason I haven't done anything is this severe light allergy I thought was no longer a part of my life, so someone get the hell to Safari Room with a wooden stake, please.
No, really.
I don't know how it happened but I know what happened and everyone walking by my door smells delicious and the only reason I haven't done anything is this severe light allergy I thought was no longer a part of my life, so someone get the hell to Safari Room with a wooden stake, please.
GP: April Fools!
Apr. 1st, 2019 01:22 pmst_ackeddeckIt 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?)
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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).]
