[Crackplot] Halos on Evergreens

[myrddin_wyllt]

The night is calm about the Mansion. Much has come to pass, and in his sleep, the ageless wizard murmurs. His hands perform a slow dance, a sleepwalk of its own meaning. It is a rare thing - it happens once a year, conjured by the turn of seasons and the alignments of fate.

Slowly, over the Mansion, over the lake, over the cliffs, over the hollowed

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[northernprince]

There's a small black and white cat standing outside, looking down at his paws quizzically. Because, well, a moment ago he was certainly not a cat. He takes a few slightly wobbly steps forward -- he's not used to having this many legs. Then he blinks a couple of times, and looks down at him paws again. Still a cat. What the hell.

"Jesus goddamn Christ," the cat says, in a very human, slightly annoyed, very Medraut voice. "Can nothing ever be goddamn normal around here?"

Have another kitty-fied pup!

[rubberbaby_bump]

He's not alone: there's something yowling at the other end of the porch, as it tries to dig its way out of a heavy grey wool coat that's crumpled to the floor.

"What the hell is happening?" a frightened female voice demands from inside the coat.

[northernprince]

Medraut slinks over with more grace than before, and sniffs warily at the crumpled woolen, moving pile. Hmm.

"Nothing so terrible as to be frightened about," he says, "come out, then." He picks the edge of the coat up in his mouth, and tries to tug it off the other cat.

[rubberbaby_bump]

A slightly pregnant ginger cat sticks her head out of the folds of the coat, then pulls herself out. "Ugh! What... What's happening? I was just walking here on the porch when I just...shrank." She looks down at herself. "Wait...how'd I get turned into a cat?"

[ggrindelwald]

Gellert sees the whiteness and with a laugh he heads outside, not noticing as he runs out that he's becoming younger. Now he looks around perhaps twelve but his expression and laugh are as bright as ever.

Have a baby bat flying around during the day!

[chevalier_boy]

This is only the third time that Riku has seen real snow, and so as soon as he saw the world dressed in white, and once he'd bundled into some winter gear, he bounded out into the snow.

Unfortunately, the Mansion has its own ideas of fun, and so now, there's a fruit bat tangled in a scarf, dangling from a tree branch that he nearly banged into.

"Um... help?" it asks, in a young boy's voice.

Aww...

[ggrindelwald]

Gellert hears the voice and looks around. He sees the scarf first and curiously goes to investigate.

"Hello?"

[chevalier_boy]

The critter wrapped in the scarf pokes its pointy-nosed, big-eared face out of the knitted loops. "Hey, uh, my wings are snagged in this scarf," he says. "Can you help me out?"

Yaaayyy! First Snow Crackplot!

[cute_shinigami]

This is the kind of day that Tsuzuki has waited for all year. When he wakes up, his room is lit with that soft, bright, silvery light which heralds a night time snowfall. He's off his futon in a flash, running to the window and looking out at the yard, now dressed in white and silver.

"Yaaay! It snowed! It finally snowed!" he yelps, dancing from one foot to the other. "Hey, Hisoka! Hey, everybody! It *snowed*!"

He scampers out of the room and down the stairs, running outside. Somehow, on the way down, he changes, turning into a slightly shorter, gangly eighteen year old version of himself.

Fun fun fun

[in_summer_leaf]

Lynx!Kitty Hisoka meets him in the stairwell. "Hey...don't I know you?" he asks, peering at the gangly violet-eyed kid, out of his own yellow-green lynx eyes. "OH...it's you, Tsuzuki! How'd you get so young?"

Almost made Tsu a puppy, but he wanted to be teen again...

[cute_shinigami]

Tsuzuki might do a double take, eying the lynx-kitty quizzically. "Hisoka? Whoa, hey, it is you! I know that voice anywhere," he says, giggling. "Wow, you make an adorable kitty!" he says, stooping down to the little guy's level."

Aaaaww. Well, he's a cute teenager.

[in_summer_leaf]

"Yep, it's me," says Hisoka, sitting on the step. He looks up at Tsuzuki. "It's really weird to be this small. And I thought I was I was short when I was five foot two inches!"

[misborncat]

Cold. Asato wakes up first to see that it's cold and white. Ah. He remembers this. Standing up and stretching, he gets dressed and heads outside.

Between inside and outside, he's become a smaller, younger ribika and he smiles to himself and climbs a tree to watch the goings on.

[in_summer_leaf]

Lynx!kitty Hisoka is stepping through the snow, still a little disconcerted by the shape-shift but exploring the way the world feels in this form. He jumps onto a tree trunk and starts to scramble up it. Then he notices he's not alone. "Oh...pardon me!...I didn't realize this tree was taken," he says.

[misborncat]

Asato blinks, then reaches down to help the kitten up onto the branch. "Trees can't be taken," he says. "You are welcome to share my branch."

[in_summer_leaf]

"Oh, thank you," says Hisoka, accepting the help gratefully. He settles down gracefully on the branch. "I'm Hisoka Kurosaki. I think. Who are you?"

Featuring the albino Asian model Connie Chu as a PB...and she's even got the right hairstyle

[silvereyedphage]

Muraki has been taking it easy this morning, lounging in the kitchen in his dressing gown and pyjamas, enjoying a cup of peppermint chai with his breakfast as he watches the snow falling past the windows.

He's so wrapt in his meditations, he almost doesn't notice when he changes, losing a foot of his height, his form and face becoming softer and less angular. The reverie snaps only once he becomes aware he is a she, when she goes to take another sip from her mug and her sleeve is almost over her hand.

"What the devil...?!"

Have some Ben McKenzie to match!

[umpteenthdream]

Around that time, Helen has also undergone some changes. She blinks, sighs, and seeing as her clothes are unisex anyway, doesn't really bother with changing.

Instead, she'll wander into the kitchen.

"You too?"

Oooh, nummy!

[silvereyedphage]

She likely catches her gentleman friend in the act of discreetly examining the changes that have been made to his now-altered form (one arm pulled back inside a sleeve to examine his torso: simple to do, since his clothes are just about falling off his now much narrower shoulders), then stopping, somewhat embarrassed. "Yes, it would appear that someone's decided to play a trick on us," he replies, his voice an octave and a half higher than its usual mellow tenor-baritone. "I know I've said I'm not precisely the model of traditional masculinity, but this is an exaggeration."

[umpteenthdream]

Helen smiles a little, wanders over, boy or not (but now taller than Muraki!) and offers a hug. "It will probably pass, like everything else," she says soothingly.