Mending The Sound: The random RP comm of three ea

So what happens when you tell a sentient building about the fun, crazy things that can happen when playing with magic? The sentient building decides to recreate the insanity.

Hence the nice little spread you'll walk in on in the main room. One table laden with food, the other with drinks, but any option you stumble into will give you more than you bargained for.

There's a prettily laid out platter of fruit, for instance, but if you find yourself munching for it, odd things might start happening. Hearing things people didn't actually say, feeling things for no apparent reason. And if that's a regular occurance? You just might find it happening a little more frequently, a little more constantly. Or maybe, you'll find other people looking at you as if they can hear what you were just thinking.

There's another platter with a nice little spread of cookies. Some are gigantic, more like a mini-cake than a cookie, and some are normal cookie size. If you much on the normal cookies, you might find yourself feeling odd. Not quite yourself. In fact, very not yourself. And if you go for a big one, you'll find the urge to share it even if you're not the type of person who generally does that. And that person you share it with? You may just find that you feel more like them than you do like you.

There's a bowl of nuts set out that look perfectly innocent, but those who steal a handful will find a few moments later something unfamiliar is happening to their body. An unexpected change in a couple of rather private areas.

Those who go for cake will also find themselves changing physically. Maybe the young are suddenly finding themselves a little more grown-up. Or maybe the grown-up suddenly rediscover their childhood. Or maybe you're somewhere inbetween, and then, well, who knows where you'll go?

And the last food choice of the day is an offering of pretzels. Those that go for the pretzels will find that, a few moments after taking a bite, something starts fading away. Maybe you can't taste the salt anymore, maybe you can't quite understand what people are saying. Things go dark. You can't speak. Something goes away.

The drinks table holds its own danger in a multitude of enticing liquids. You might be safer sticking with the water. Or, well, maybe not. Because after taking a sip, you'll find that things you don't mean to say just... slip out. That your reactions are a little more intense. Things that should be vaugely amusing you can't stop laughing at and things that are mildly irritating send you into a rage.

There's always tea, but sipping on that might just loosen your tongue even farther. In fact, you may find there's nothing you can think that you don't say.

The coffee is no safer. Sure, at first it seems a little less problematic, but then somebody might ask you a question. And whatever that question is, if you go to lie, you'll find it comes out as the truth anyway. And if you try to lie without being asked a question, it just won't come out the way you expect it to.

There's an array of different flavored juices sitting there to sample as well. But take a sip and you won't get the chance to finish it. Whatever the flavor, you'll find you're something you weren't before. If you're lucky, it's still humanoid. Not everyone will be lucky.

And as a final option, there's three delicious-looking flavors of milkshake set out. Those that go for strawberry might find themselves with butterflies in their stomach at the next person who talks to them. The chocolate fans will find their reaction something a little bit deeper, even if the next person they see is a stranger. And those who go for vanilla might find the exact reverse; the next person that looks at them just won't leave them alone.

Anyone looking for food besides this layout will find their search and/or request comes up with nothing. If you don't touch the offerings, you'll be fine. If you do? Well, good luck....


[OOC: ...Ahem. GIANT CRACKPLOT POST OF DOOM. Because I had a craving. As though we needed more giant posts but dammit, I wanted it and slowtime and late starts are our friends!
A quick rundown in case anything's not clear: fruit=psychic abilities (either reading or projecting, and those with abilities are heightened); cookies=personality switch (giant ones are with the person they share with, small ones are just switch an aspect/entire personality as you wish); nuts=genderbend; cake=age (up or down is up to the mun, doesn't matter what age they are); pretzels=sensory loss (or muteness, that counts); water=heightens emotions and/or removes inhibitions; tea=speaks thoughts aloud; coffee=can only tell the truth; juice=species shift; milkshakes=fall in love/crush with the next person you see (strawberry is crush, chocolate is love, vanilla is the next person you see falls for you to a degree up to the muns). Go nuts. Post the same person doing several different cracks. Do several at once to someone. Multiple verses. Whatever. If you want to tag someone specific put their IJ name in the subject of your comment. Otherwise, go nuts, dears. <3]

Even in someplace like the Inn, there are choices. Every choice can't happen at once. So logic goes to reason that even in someplace like the Inn, there are other universes, ones where the details change.

In two of these universes, a Time Lord walked in. The same one, really; just one's a regeneration further on than the other.

In one universe, a door opens, and the Twelfth Doctor walks through, blindfolded, his hands cuffed behind his back, merrily whistling a thirty-ninth century Earth hunting song. He stops after a few steps and a few bars, realizing something's different -- the air, maybe, or the feeling that all eyes aren't on him anymore. He stops short and waits for the guards to poke him in the back, but nothing comes, so he calls out cautiously, "Right, what's this?" You might note the Irish accent.

In the other, the door opens, and the Thirteenth Doctor steps in. He slouches forward as though trying to curl up into a ball even as he stands, hands in the pockets of his nice black slacks, eyes trained on the floor, feet barely lifting as he walks. Two steps in he realizes the floor is not like anywhere he's seen on the Valiant, and there's a flash of panic as he looks up, wondering if he took the wrong turn, if he's somewhere off-limits -- and then the panic fades to confusion and quiet fear as he realizes that even the Valiant doesn't have a hotel inside it.


[OOC: ...Please ignore the setup, I... was bored. XD It's creativity, dammit! Anyway. I really shouldn't be starting posts with so many tags, but I want to poke at the two of these. This is Twelve and Thirteen from my AU fic What You Need and What You Can't Live Without. Twelve is still fairly newly regenerated and defiant. Thirteen is broken. Feel free to throw anyone you want at them -- past Doctors (past for them, obviously), random strangers.... Or Masters! I would kind of like Masters, especially Simm!Master, it could be interesting. >.> But seriously, anyone, at either, I'm just poking.]

There are many people bustling about the Inn, as holiday seasons are among them. Even if the worlds they come from aren't celebrating the season just yet, most of them have gotten into the spirit pretty easily!

Amongst a few is one Time Lord in a pinstriped suit. He's discovered a few interesting books from the library in the place and is curled up upon the floor in front of a fire, reading one of them with great interest. His expressions change drastically as he reads. He's always been fond of Earth fiction, he has! And the holidays put him in a very delighted mood.

Not too far from him is one Ty Reynolds who is helping a young girl, Kitty Pryde with a few more Christmas decorations. He looks a little worse for wear (pale, thin, obviously sick with something) but he's still smiling and cheerful and... well, he loves the holidays. He loves when it snows, because, being a weather man, the snow is always the hardest to predict. Kitty, on the other hand, looks well in health, occasionally passing through walls to use them to hang a few strings of lights here and there.

They're both open for help or plain conversation.

And, if anyone is in the mood for a good cup of hot cocoa, a fresh-out-of-Hogwarts Remus Lupin is settled in the kitchen, making some the 'muggle way'. He might, occasionally, use his wand to help him gather a few ingredients, but he's rather content without it for now. There might be some music charmed to play as he works, and he is in fairly good spirits. Who says werewolves can't enjoy the holidays?

Outside, there are a couple of people roaming about. Peter Petrelli (who is still more than a little thrown off by the place around him) is taking in the cold air. He's not as jumpy as before, but he's getting used to thinks just appearing out of no where. Occasionally, he might slip in and out of appearance, almost as though he's growing invisible. He's too deep in thought to notice.

And against the white of the snow, a blue Police Box stands still, a little girls head poking from the doors, watching the snow with great wonder. Sure, she's seen snow before, but it's always nice to see it again. She doesn't see snow enough. It isn't too long after that another TARDIS appears, a young male joining her, watching the snow in wonder. Romana's TARDIS has never seen snow before at all!

... And also roaming around in the snow, plotting the Inn's epic destruction is a small, salt shaker shaped alien. The Dalek is a little out of it's element but world domination in its chemistry and damn if it isn't going to try to conquer a new world for the lack of Dalek empire!

(OOC: ... Tag anyone anywhere. Even if they are not posted here period, go for it. I am always up for RPing pups that haven't been around in a while. I love them all very dearly. ^^ Go crazy and happy Inn!holidays!)

December's arrived, and with December comes the holiday season. And much as the world outside of it is a bustle (well, worlds, and if they're at the same time of the year, but let's not split hairs), so is the Inn.

There is a giant tree up in the main room. It was provided with lights, but the rest of the decorations are spread out on several tables. Alanna Graham seems to be spear-heading the effort to decorate the tree at this point. Or maybe her determined cheerfulness scared everyone else away.

Also in the main room, Johnny Coffin's made himself comfortable at the piano. The melody might sound familiar, but the words are a little different than usual. He's not the best of singers, or players for that matter, but it's all in the spirit.

If you follow your nose, you'll find those delicious scents are coming from the kitchen. Svetlana Sergievsky has a counter laid out with all the makings for cookies and a batch in the oven. Across the kitchen, Yelena's making tea. Mother and daughter are both mostly silent, but it's a content silence.

In a room off the main room that may or may not have existed until today, there's a large TV playing classic Christmas cartoons -- currently, How the Grinch Stole Christmas -- and several comfortable-looking sofas and chairs. Adam Johnson is stretched out across one of the sofas, and you might think he was asleep if it wasn't for the occasional glance over to his daughter and the quiet singing along. On the floor in front of the TV, Michael Johnson is bouncing his year-old niece on his lap and finding the movie far more interesting than she is, in that way nostalgic late-teenagers have.

And in the spirit of the season, there's mistletoe hung over all the doorways and in several spots on the ceiling. Some may say an excess of mistletoe. April Cohen is leaning against the wall next to a ladder, observing her handiwork. Not that it was all her. James Potter (junior) and Christopher Johnson can be found looking rather satisfied by the mistletoe, too. That may be because of a little extra something added to some of them.... But that's the risk you run when wizards help you decorate.

Enjoy the atmopshere.

[OOC: Tag any of the above, tag in any of the above rooms, tag in any room not mentioned, tag each other, tag one of mine not mentioned... Basically a Christmasy free-for-all for indoor!Inn fun. (I have no idea when Nina plans on doing the outdoor one, but that's going to need a post all its own. XD) Slowtime is not only fine but expected and appreciated, on my end. So go nuts, dears. <3
And for an added bit of crack: Some of the mistletoe is enchanted. Basically, you get frozen under it until you kiss someone. It can hold up to two people at once, if those two refuse to kiss each other. The piece over the door into the Inn (or where it is when it exists) is enchanted and the piece over the bottom landing of the stairs are enchanted, and otherwise, feel free to get them caught under it wherever. ^^]

So, in case someone has managed to miss all the holiday cheer inside, they'll find that the outside of the Inn seems to have just as much spirit.

Lights seem to be a little bit of everywhere, some properly hanging and some just strewn about. Oliver Morris seems to have taken it upon himself to try and decorate the outside, though he's doing a mediocre job of it at best. Still, it's the effort that counts. Plus y'know, there are lights and they are hanging, that's what matters.

He also might be humming a little tune here and there, feel free to join in if you'd like.

Standing quietly on the back porch is a new arrival to the Inn. Ross Jenkins is...well, more than a little unsure of what's going on. He just died y'see, and while figured that maybe the afterlife would be...something like this? He didn't quite expect it to be so very...snowy.

Not far from Ross is a certain version of the Tenth Doctor. Although, if anyone were to look at him closely, they'd realize he's not the proper Doctor at all but the one that came from his hand. Be's bouncing on his heels and grinning like an idiot, absolutely thrilled with all the Christmas cheer! Oh yes, and he's enjoying a milkshake. No, we never claimed that he was particularly bright and if he complains about the cold, anyone should feel free to smack him.

Not far from the back area, there's a lake, now frozen over and a certain Eighth Doctor is taking advantage of the situation and doing a bit of ice-skating. Oh, this is his season, it really is. He's missed the winder terribly and although he could have very well just gone off to some cold planet and gotten his fix there, something about the Inn in winter always made the season that much better.

There are a couple of TARDISes stumbling around as well, one walking around holding tightly to a light blue lolly and the other spinning as fast as she possibly can. Neither of them have had the pleasure of playing in the snow before, or even experiencing snow at all, so don't mind if they seem a little awe-struck by the whole thing.

There might be a few others romping around in the snow as well, among them Jezebel and Grover. Jeze is twirling as fast as she can while still clutching her camera tightly and grinning like a fool. She loved the winter and Sal loved it too and there were so many people, so many pictures to be taken, it was fantastic! Grover meanwhile, is rolling around in the snow, making a valiant attempt to figure out how it was those funny humans went about making snow angels.

He's...not having much luck.


(OOC: So ladies, we already know how this works. Tag anyone in the post, tag any PLACE in the post tag a place that I somehow forgot or y'know just...tag! We'll ignore the fact that I don't need to be starting this right now since I owe both of you tags but eh, we'll work around that later. I should also make journls for...a lot of people mentioned in this post. XD Plus a few of the others hat need to get thrown into comments. >> I'll get to that though. Eventually.)

Peter Petrelli has been having dreams, visions, maybe. Visions of him falling, of him falling and never hitting the ground. Sometimes, he's sure he can feel the wind rush past him and cease to a blinding halt, but he always wakes up.

He dreams of flying with people and just running and going and never looking back.

So he stands on the ledge of a building somewhere, the city becoming so unfamiliar from above, eyes closed and breathing even. Nathan is probably still staring up at him below, but his mind has moved past that. He wants to be something, become something.

Part of him is terrified, part of him is so scared to test his theories. But something out rules that, so its with an even step he begins to make that heavy descent, wind curling around him and he focuses, tries so hard to find what made him took flight.

(ooc: Still vague enough, I hope. Anyone is welcome, can see him fall or he could be lying on the ground when someone finds him. It matters not to me, just had the urge to write him. ^^)

So, there's a fellow smoking outside. Outside of where is left up to interpretation but there he is and it's clear he's been there for a while now, as evidenced by the small pile of cigarette butts at his feet (don't worry, he won't leave them there, he's just not planning to move yet either).

There is a Caraway and, depending o who you are, he wouldn't be adverse to company, as long as you don't mind him smoking. It's been that sort of a day.

He lights up another cigarette and takes a drag, closing his eyes and just trying to force himself to relax a little. He's...not very good at that.


[OOC: Left intentionally vague because...I could! And y'know, who actually gives a proper setting anymore? That's so last century!)

Scene: Somewhere, there is a Master.

He's made himself comfortable, leaning back in his chair with his feet up. There's a book in his hands. He's not paying it much attention, but he's a good actor. He looks perfectly neutral, like nothing in the world could trouble him. But again, he's a good actor.

Those are the facts. The details are yours to fill in.


[OOC: Vague post is vague for a reason, namely that I don't want to tie down. Open to anyone, at any place, at any time (personal timeline wise or linear timeline wise), for as long as you're interested.]