Maybe a Crackplot? Sort of? Just a little bit?

[morgansorceress]

*Morgan isn't normally one to do anything that might be remotely productive for anyone else, but, well, she's been bored. And so she's sitting the main room of the Mansion and has, laid out in front of her, a large number of small, oddly shaped glass bottles, each containing different potions. She's not selling them - oh, of course not - but she

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[terisaofmorgan]

Terisa watches from off to the side. After seeing several people approach, she gets up her courage. "What are those, miss?"

[morgansorceress]

Potions. All sorts of them.

[terisaofmorgan]

"Potions? As in magic?"

[morgansorceress]

Well, of course.

[terisaofmorgan]

She frowns, just a bit skeptical. "What are they supposed to do?"

[morgansorceress]

All sorts of things.

[terisaofmorgan]

Terisa crosses her arms and tosses her hair back over shoulder. "Such as?"

[morgansorceress]

Love. Death. Physical pain. Some sort of transformation, either between genders, ages, heights, etc. Healing.

[terisaofmorgan]

"I don't suppose there's one for finding true love."

[morgansorceress]

Well, in fact...*picks up a purple bottle*

[terisaofmorgan]

*takes it* What should I expect to happen immediately?