[party post] she climbed backwards out her window into outside over there.
Once upon a time, there was an alternate city of Chicago, the lovely people residing in it, and many Rifts placing these people into various different predicaments, spanning from the humorous to the perplexing to the utterly heartbreaking. Wondrous different people, of all shapes and sizes. So it has been, and so it will be, for years and lifetimes
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She's been known for her bargains and her bloodlust, for her anger and power. She'd been known as a force to be reckoned with.
But things are different now, at least a little bit. She looks...like what you would expect of a fairy, a torn green dress with flowers in her hair. She carries a want with ribbons and bells on it and shes smiling. She doesn't do that often, smile, but shes smiling now.
And she can grant you wishes, any wish, and there will be no price to pay this week, no bargains to be made. There may be time limits but that's it, that's all. Conditions are to be had but none of them are her fault, it's simply the way of the world.
Some come, say hello, make a wish and have it come true.
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Green and red apples, bigger than any he'd ever seen before, more luscious and shimmering on the surface. They were impossible to resist, when he'd ordinarily find it all too suspect, refraining from taking a bite. Anything that has to do with Chicago and the Rifts is something he approaches with a heavy dose of caution.
Tonight is not a night he resists.
One bite of one of the apples--he chose a red one--and his usual proper, unflappable demeanor is exchanged in favor of something far more casual, almost playful. He stumbles upon Aurora, and the sleeves of his white crisp shirt are rolled up to his sleeves.
Casually.
"And so we meet again," he says, an almost playful smirk spreading across his lips.
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"She moves softly, leaving a quick kiss against his cheek before pulling back. "What a surprise, I didn't expect to see you tonight."
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Even the air feels somewhat different. Liberating. "Have you been keeping yourself entertained?"
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But she woke up this morning and found herself no longer a twenty three year old in an adult's body. Instead she found herself back as she once used to be many, many years ago. Needless to say, she wasn't very happy about that. She spent the first half an hour of her morning crying. She didn't realise it, but the more time she seemed to be awake - the more she seemed to react more childlike to the world around her - as if she was reversing into her younger self'f attitude.
She's probably almost unrecognizable to most people. Her hair's much darker now from the light blonde that everyone knows her by. But she still has the same eyes and the same bright smile.
Going for a walk was probably a bad idea, but she started to notice other people seemed to be getting affected by whatever's going on and there were so many pretty things that she just had to go outside ( ... )
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This, however, is more odd than he's accustomed to.
One moment, he is perfectly find, standing on the street in his normal clothes, and the next, he finds himself in a very uncomfortable plastic suit. It even has wings. He doesn't know how the Rift managed to get him into this thing, but he has a strong urge to say "To infinity and beyond."
He has no idea what this means.
What he does know is that there's a very tiny Cassie dealing with a very frustrated police officer, that she seems very unhappy with. He sighs, before appearing next to the officer and probably scaring the crap out of him. "Hello. Is there a problem?"
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Cassie cries harder, tears running down her face. They're not here and that hurts - more than ever. She's not going with him and there's going to be an almighty tantrum in three, two...
Oh.
The policeman jumps because Oh, dear God some guy's just appeared out of nowhere in a Buzz Lightyear costume. What the hell. However, his fright makes him lose grip of Cassie's hand.
She makes a run for it, diving between Castiel's legs, curling up on the floor and clinging onto one of them for dear life. "Caaaaas!" she wails, "Make him go awaaaay!"
"... the little girl's lost," The policeman answers almost nervously. And then with a frown, he can't quite believe he's asking because this is far from ridiculous. "...You ...know her?"
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"Yes. I am her guardian."
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Then he falls asleep.
Though he'll have no idea until he wakes up, that's when the magic takes hold of him.
Somewhere in the Kashtta, in the early hours of the morning, there is a table, and on that table is a lamp, unassuming and little dingy. It's not very remarkable, until you happen to handle it.
Then you'll find yourself with a very confused new genie, at least until you've made three wishes. After that, the next time you take your eyes off the lamp and the genie, it will disappear, to be found by someone new.
For the first day, it'll be sticking around the Kashtta. After that, it might show up anywhere in Chicago.
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Far more than what is basic, what is told to Wanderers from the moment they step foot within the Tower. An object, however unassuming it might seem, doesn't mean it's necessarily unassuming.
However, this is Elena Gilbert.
Elena is a curious soul, and she pokes into things she probably should not, as it lands her into scrapes more often than not. Either way, it doesn't seem to be anything out of this world, so she picks it up.
And jumps back immediately, startled as the effect takes place.
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He did go through this with someone else, though, so he's got enough of an idea to know what he's supposed to do now. He's just... still trying to figure out how that happened.
He lifts a hand in a wave and clears his throat, smiling slightly. "Uh. Hello. I... appear to be your genie for the next three wishes."
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"You what?" she asks with a laugh, taking a step back and staring at Remus with a dazed, befuddled sort of expression. "Three wishes and... you're telling me that I get to ask for three wishes and there isn't going to be some kind of repercussion here?"
Chicago has conditioned her well. She just can't not see this having a downside.
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The carnival they went to went off thankfully without a hitch, despite most things turning out disastrously via Rift muckings. But he wanted something a little more official, and nothing slice of normal like dinner and a movie with your girlfriend.
It's nightfall and Sam is waiting for Buffy outside the Kashtta Tower. He's dressed up nicely, and he hasn't noticed yet, but the Rift's latest theme has changed the style of his hair.
As in, it is now shorter and smoothed back.
This was not in the plans. Neither is many of the other things that will befall on them tonight.
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When she arrives at the door, however, her life is a different story. She's dressed head to toe in a pretty ball gown, fancy shoes, and her hair is swept up in an elegant up-do. She realizes it sooner than Sam notices his look, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk and turning around, almost as though she isn't sure what happened.
Which she isn't.
She's about to say so as she looks up at him, and she's cut off with a small bit of a smile. "Wow. You clean up nice."
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The confusion is very much shared, Buffy.
"Uh--" A small laugh. "Are we going somewhere else at the last minute...?"
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The dress is very impractical. Not good for slaying at all. And add to the fact that the shoes are pretty uncomfortable? And she's starting to get why playing pretty, pretty princess does such a number on the girls.
"Besides -- you're the one who looks all ... dashing."
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Unlike Cassie, Gilderoy doesn't realize this, because his mind immediately went along with the change. As far as he knows, he's in very much the wrong place. The bed he's in is not his-it's too big, for one, and it's missing his awesome dinosaur sheets.
He ventures out of the room with a confused look on his face and peers up and down the hallway with wide, blue eyes.
This is not his house.
Maybe, he thinks, his parents took him on a trip during the night and he didn't wake up. It could be a vacation! His dad's been talking about going to London for the longest time, it seems, and Gilderoy imagines this must be what a hotel looks like.
"Mum? Dad? What's goin' on?"
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However, he doesn't have to recognize someone to want to help them out when they seem to be in trouble. It's that hero complex that he has going on for him, and it's a defenseless child after all, which makes him want to help even more. They can't do all that much on their own after all, and he can only imagine what it would be like to be a child here in Chicago of all places.
It can't be easy.
...however, it also sounds like he just fell through the Rift and has fallen right into the Tower. Bloody hell. Harry's never liked giving this speech, and he'll hate giving it to a child even more.
"Hello. I... don't think your mum and dad are here, I'm afraid," Harry says, and he knows that won't be reassuring, but he kneels down. "Do you know where you are?"
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Surely no other human being has eyes quite like Gilderoy's.
He turns said eyes up in Harry's direction, blinking for a moment before responding. Harry sounds English, doesn't he? Maybe this is London after all!
"No, sir. Is it London?" he asks, accent unmistakably Irish.
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Just so everyone knows. In fact, he likely has no idea what color they are. Sorry Gilderoy.
He winces at the response.
"No, not quite. You're in Chicago. It's the United States. The same thing that happened to you? It happened to me. But you're safe," he says and then he realizes he has no idea how to say this to a child. "Would you like a cracker or something? While I tell you what happened?"
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