Flower of this purple dye...

[kingof_shadows]

Oberon is bored and a bored fae is never a good thing. He's tired of everyone else pulling pranks while he sits and does nothing. So he devises his own

Comments

[sweariwontdie]

A red flower would be pretty to give to either Chris or Karla, so Armand picks it up. And is transformed. To a nine-year-old. Again. Well, maybe not this particular age before, but yeah.

He looks at the flower, and relatively unapanicked for the moment, goes looking for his sister to give the flower to. After all, he doesn't know anyone else.

[eyrienprince]

He wasn't even recovered from being a teenager yet. However, currently he doesn't remember that, and having brushed a red flower quite by accident with a stray hand, there is now a ten year old Eyrien boy wandering around, complete with little wings and a strangely familiar grin.

Armand may run into him, if he likes. This should be interesting.

[sweariwontdie]

Now that is something you don't see everyday. A boy with wings. He can't help staring. "Are those real?"

[eyrienprince]

Lucivar looks insulted. "Of course they're real," he scoffs, puffing himself up. "I'm Eyrien."

[youngandhealthy]

Molly still hasn't learned her lesson about crackplots, and remains partial to pretty things. As she's wearing green today, she thinks red in her hair would look well.

And it does. She's just much less inclined to care, suddenly, and immediately sets to exploring the Mansion, remembering that there were strawberries she was permitted to eat somewhere or other.

[cuddlemequeen]

Kalush found the flowers as well, and having only been here a short while her first thought was of her young daughter, who would certainly love some flowers. Especially red ones - isn't that her favorite color?

Molly may come upon a smallish girl with very long, curly brown hair, playing with a doll she found somewhere and giggling to herself.

[youngandhealthy]

"'ello!" says Molly, as if she owns the place. "Who're you?"

[cuddlemequeen]

Kalush gets up and bounces to her feet, dangling the doll by the hair. "Kalush," she says brightly with a dainty little curtsy. "Lovely to meet you." Being younger doesn't mean she's lost any of her manners.

[onlymuslin]

Sylvette couldn't possibly resist flowers! She thinks the purple ones are quite lovely, in fact, and picks one up, twirling it idly.

[cockinessitself]

And who should appear next but a young rake? Toggs may be looking at the flowers, but he won't touch any, and he certainly isn't thinking about which of them that Irish girl would like best.

[onlymuslin]

Oh! A handsome young man! Very handsome, in fact. Maybe even more so than Percinet.

She smiles at him (in a manner which, she imagines, is quite alluring), blushing, and says, "Hello."

[cockinessitself]

That's the crackplot talking.

He looks up, giving her a salute and his best charming grin. "Morning, miss."

[mad_leprechaun]

Mad Sweeney wouldn't usually have much to do with flowers and he's too canny at this point to go around picking up stuff for no reason, but the years have not been kind to Sweeney's balance and he stumbles, with the table the only convenient thing to catch himself on. The poor red flower that gets squashed under his large, dirty hand is merely incidental.

Though nothing else changes, he suddenly goes from six and half feet to about two and a half. If nothing else, the alcohol in his blood just got a lot more concentrated.

"Wha' th' fuck?" slurs the new leprechaun-sized leprechaun.

[mancalledspade]

Spade, hearing the profanity as he passes by, poked his head in and blinked. "That's a new one."

[mad_leprechaun]

He turns sharply and scowls at Spade.

"Whaddya think yer lookin' at?"

[mancalledspade]

"You aren't happy to see me? I'm wounded to the core, truly."

[colored_gowns]

Arabella starts to lift a red flower, but quickly things the better of it. Too late-- but because she only held it a moment, she is only a little smaller, a little younger.

Miss Arabella Woodhope, twenty years old, gives the flowers a bemused glance and starts off to find out where on earth she is.

[jarndyceheir]

And here's Richard, now just a year older than she is. He doesn't instantly notice the change, but smiles and says, "Good day, Mrs. Strange."

[colored_gowns]

Arabella glances over her shoulder, then back to Richard with a puzzled expression. "I beg you pardon, sir. To whom are you speaking?"

[jarndyceheir]

"Why to you, madam, of course. How - " And then he stops. The explanation for anything being strange is frankly that one or both parties have been enchanted, and he looks around for a culprit.