| Title: Let them eat cake! Time: Friday, March 26, 2004 The Thespians: Elijah Cruise, Josip Chapman, Aspen Farreau and Pascal Curio Location: Staff Building - Lobby in Red Notes: THIS IS THE RP THAT DOESN'T EVER END! If you don't feel like reading from the button mashers, I'll fill you in quickly. Pascal's on her week of being nice, and so she can't pull any practical jokes. Ironically, it's April Fool's day, and she ran into Elijah. So she's 'guiding' him through the joke. She hasn't done anything other than stir icing and believe you and me that she'll deny that's any practical joking around. Right now they're done the cake, the icing has polyjuice potion in it, and whoever eats it will turn into a 6 year old girl. The whole scene starts from "And the button masher becomes the mashee." |
| +---[ Staff Building - Lobby in Red ]----------------------------------------+ | | | No matter the time of day, or the intensity of sunlight or lack thereof | | outside, the windows here always pour soft mid-afternoon sunlight into the | | small lobby. Red, scarlet, crimson, ruby, red stone, maroon, and hundreds | | of other shades of tiles cover the floor, in even more patterns and shapes | | than there are colors, yet they all fit together perfectly. Overstuffed | | chairs upholstered in different fabrics, all of which are also a vivid | | scarlet surround small, red, cherry wood tables, each of which hold a | | sitting lamp painted red (seeing a theme?) with different patterns and | | designs in magenta on the bases, the ruby lamp covers fill the room with a | | soft crimson glow. A house elf sits patiently at a cherry wood | | receptionists desk, twiddling her thumbs, wearing nothing by a red | | (surprised?) potato bag, as she waits to assist students who need to see a | | teacher or other staff. | | | +----------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |
| Cake in hand, Elijah pads into the staff room. "Well, here we are," he smiles. "The cake should be a sweet treat for the Professors. Oh the fun of it all! I hope that they all turn into someone truly heinous!" He winks at Pascal and places it on one of the tables. "Now we're done, I guess..." his tone is almost one of sadness. Strange. "The trap is set." |
| Pascal casts a look over at Elijah as he sets the cake down, noting the tone of his voice. She walks over to him and gives him a little nudge. "Come on, it'll be great. But we gotta get out of here first. No point in getting caught." She pauses and chews on her lower lip. "We need to be somewhere when they all come in here to eat the cake." |
| A nod is given to Pascal. "Right. We don't want to be caught." He glances around the room. "Do we find a hiding spot in here? Or do we dare stick around?" He looks bad at Pascal. This was exciting. Oh the thrill of the chase! Elijah glances at her. "Your call." |
| Elijah's good, and Pascal's got to give it to him. He knows that she knows that she can't just /leave/ now. She's going to have to stay to watch the fireworks. A smile comes over her face as she looks about the room. Technically she still hasn't done anything, and she's really only just looking around the room, and so what if she's decided that maybe she wants to... stand behind a door or something? "Let's find a hiding place," she says with a grin on her face, winking back at Elijah. |
| "Okay, we need to find a place that's /really/ good. Man I wish I had an invisibility cloak," Elijah glances around the room. "Maybe in the curtains? They're long... they hang passed the floor..." He points to them. "Or... the closet! Look, a closet! We could hide in there..." He opens it. "And it's plenty big enough too!" |
| Pascal's head turns from side to side as she looks at the curtains, and then looks at the closet, the curtains, and then back at the closet. Clearly the place with the door that opens and closes seems more logical to herself, and she gives Elijah a nod, still smiling rather broadly. "Closet it is. Cross your fingers that they don't need to get anything from here before they decide to dig into the cake!" |
| Elijah Cruise nods. "It'll work!" He steps into the closet door and sits cross-legged on the floor. He smiles. "Now we wait..." |
| "How long do you suppose this'll take?" Pascal asks, sitting down next to Elijah. She carefully closes the door partway so that they can still see the cake and the table from where they're sitting. She's not got the best patience in the world, and so after a few minutes, she shifts a bit. |
| "I have no idea," Elijah whispers. Why he's whispering is anybody's guess. He unfolds his legs and brings his knees to his chest. He glances at her and shrugs. "I don't like waiting." He may as well be honest about that, considering all of the other honesty today. |
| "You're telling me," Pascal says with a light laugh, resting her chin in her palms as she looks briefly at Elijah, and then back to her ever vigilant gaze at the cake. And so here they sit for another five minutes until Pascal can't stand it anymore and shifts again. "This is almost... anti-climactic," she says, her voice getting that sarcastic edge back in it. But it's only really been about ten minutes. |
| Just when the situation seemed to become anti-climactic, the door swings open and in pads Josip Chapman. He looks the same as almost everyday, his eyes are smiling, and he's whistling that merry old favorite 'It's a Small World.' He glances around the staff room and pours himself a cup of coffee. Then he cuts himself some cake. He picks both of the items up and takes a seat in one of the many chairs around the room. |
| Movement! There's movement! Pascal hears the door swing open and immediately her face is carefully placed in the crack of the closet door. She watches with a slight grin as Chapman takes some cake, though the grin fades slightly as he sits down, and doesn't quite eat the cake yet. So she settles back down on the floor of the closet and runs her hands through her hair. Not a word from her mouth though, as she darts a rather excited look at her companion in the closet with her. |
| Elijah Cruise glances at Pascal. Otherwise he doesn't move a muscle as the coach enters the room. He tightens his jaw to keep in his glee, and takes in a deep (but quiet breath). They can't be discovered. He continues to hug his knees as he waits, keenly listening to whatever's going on. |
| Aspen Farreau is out of tea. Most annoying. Normally the woman does not enter the staff room, not being much for small talk and therefore not wishing to run the risk of running into her fellow professors, but the lack of tea makes the action a vital necessity. Heels striking crisp note across the tiles, Aspen stalks in, gaze flickering over to Josip. Well . . . best to say hello. Her goal is not really to alienate herself, and she doesn't *dislike* the other members of the staff. She just tends to be more about business. "Hello, Josip." A dark gaze takes in the room. "I don't suppose you've seen tea in here?" |
| The whistling stops as Aspen enters the room. Not her! It wasn't that Josip didn't /like/ Professor Farreau that was the problem. It was more the fact that he feared her more than death itself. What was it that Rachelle told him? Oh yes, those that are dangerous could smell fear. He takes a sip of his coffee and a deep breath. "I'm not sure, Professor Farreau. I'm not one for tea. I've never been a fan, actually." Good, his voice was calm and collected. He smiles and shrugs as he takes a bite of his cake. "The cake's good. If you're a fan of sugar, I recommend it." |
| Hands rise to Pascal's mouth as she successfully manages to stifle a laugh, this time. She's laughing at Chapman taking a bite out of the cake, of course, and clearly this is going better than she could have ever thought of. She turns to look back at Elijah, giving him a thumbs up. Now, let's see if Farreau takes the bait. Sugar is good. Cake is good. Turning into a 6 year old child is good, for the two watching in the closet. |
| Elijah Cruise wants to cheer as Chapman eats some cake, but he manages to hold his tongue and just smiles a toothy grin instead. Touchdown! He secretly hopes that Aspen will eat some as well. He grins at Pascal and nods at her thumbs up and continues to wait. Hopefully the potion worked... |
| Cake. . . . Bleah. But Aspen is a bit hungry, she notes, rummaging through some cabinets, back toward Josip. She hasn't eaten anything since breakfast, having been scrying for some news of Jason as well as dealing with annoying student who ended up with a lizard tail. But . . . cake? Her stomach pokes painfully. "I suppose." Oh, why not . . . Standing up briskly, the woman cuts a bit from the confection, popping a bite or two into her mouth as she bends back down to continue her search for tea. "Damn Kendrickson. I wouldn't be surprised if he was hoarding it in his office to spite me." |
| A nod is given to Aspen as the Coach begins to feel funny. Suddenly Josip doesn't feel so good. All over his body, his appendages feel they're on fire /inside/ his skin. The Coach's eyes widen as he doubles over in pain, and is quickly brought to his knees. Something was /wrong/. Very wrong. Inside his body, his muscles are tensing up everywhere, compressing painfully. And this wasn't an ordinary kind of muscle pain, this was /worse/. A million times worse. Every muscle in his entire body is shortening. He topples off his knees to the floor, entering into a sort of fetal position. His skin felt like it was going to pop. The poor man is gasping for breath as he is rapidly transformed into his six year old daughter, Madison. His body shrinks in this process. It becomes compressed. Completely compressed. The man's hair turns blonde, and he becomes... a lot less male. |
| This was definitely a lot more exciting than Pascal would have thought it to be. Sure, you hear about the polyjuice potion, but it's always /that/ much better when you actually see someone who's the unfortunate recipient of said potion. So the teenage girl watches, her eyes glittering brightly with a sort of twisted excitement as Chapman doubles over in pain, and the glittering only increases as she watches Farreau take a bite of the cake as well. Most, excellent. It's so exciting that she can only give Elijah a quick look before she's back watching the action, though as she turns towards him, he can clearly see a broad and dark grin on her face. |
| Elijah Cruise's smile grows larger when Aspen eats the cake. Oh, this would make up for every punishment she had /ever/ given him! He looks at Pascal, his eyes are absolutely sparkling. This was the most fun he'd ever had, and the best April Fool's trick /ever/. His attention is rapt as the potion takes effect. Yes! It worked! The crazy potions lady /did/ have the right ingredients, after all. |
| Hearing Josip fall off his chair, Aspen twists to look, leaping to her feet and darting over to the man's side. She's not inhumane. "Josip?" Choking? On the cake? "Josip??" . . . Is he growing smaller? He is . . . and the hair is getting longer, blonder . . . Aspen's stomach tightens abruptly, the sudden feeling of a noose snapping tight around her neck. A trap was sprung, and she was not aware . . . The cake . . . "Shit . . ." The word sounds higher in pitch to her own ears, and in her terror, she jabs a finger down her throat to activate the gag reflex. The cake . . . it could be nothing but. These things don't just *happen*; something has to cause them . . . The few moist remains of her breakfast and the cake are spilled onto the tile, but it's too late. Polyjuice works quickly, and she's waited too long. A scream rises from the woman's throat as her body contracts in on itself, squeezing bones and muscles tight to breaking point in the potion's grip. Damn it, damn it . . . where *is* Jason when you need him for these things, anyway . . . ? Her robes swim about her as her own form begins to give way to Madison's. |
| Groggily, Josip stands to his feet. He's feeling better, but the room seems... bigger. He glances around at the chair he was sitting in, and rubs his eyes. That's when it happens, the coach looks at his hands. His little /feminine/ hands. He glances down at his feet which are also very little, and his robes are huge. A hand goes to his head, and finds that his hair is /much/ longer. He turns to see Aspen going through the same thing, and then it hits him. She looks like Madison. Scowling (which actually looks more like a pout than a scowl), Josip glances around the room, not quite sure what to do now. All he can think of is wait until the transformation is finished for Aspen, and then find the culprits. |
| The hair that Elijah found was just as blonde as the hair that's now become Chapman's. Again, Pascal stifles a snort as she watches the adult male, now a small girl, peer around the room trying to find out where they're exactly hidden. The whole situation is actually rather amusing, or it would be, had Pascal not seen Aspen try to throw up the cake, rather unsuccessfully. That screaming doesn't help either, and a shudder runs down the teenager's spine, all for good measure, for the scream brings that things she'd rather not have to think about at the moment. So, with a slight frown she turns to look at Elijah, and very slowly mouths to him, "Now, what?" They're kind of stuck, unless the two adults, now small girls, leave the room. |
| A smile of satisfaction creeps over Elijah's lips. It was brilliant, and it worked magnificently. He stifles a chuckle at the sight of Josip who now looks like a little girl peering about the room. Oh the hilarity! He watches Professor Farreau writhe on the floor in agony, and he waits. The pain was temporary. Not to say Elijah would /ever/ want to experience it. He becomes distracted with Pascal's mouthed words. Uh-oh. He hadn't thought of that. He shrugs in response, and then mouths back, "We wait." |
| Aspen Farreau completes the transformation, shuddering in a small ball on the floor. She doesn't look. She doesn't particularly want to know how the world has changed for her. Just let it be polyjuice, not permanent . . . in the name of humanity. An hour or even a week she can deal with; the rest of her life, she can't. Curse words float through the woman's mind; her hands feel far too small. |
| A glance is given to the cake. Potions and the like were /never/ Josip's strengths. He liked flying and sports. He frowns, and glances at Aspen again. He shakes his head. Whatever happened, it had to have been in the cake. He stands on his tippy toes and takes the treat off the table. He puts it on the ground and crosses his arms over his chest. He inspects it thoroughly. Extremely so. It /looked/ fine. A frown. "Professor Farreau," his voice is light and airy despite the fact he's mad. He clears his throat. Was that /his/ voice? Oh man the embarrassment! |
| What would have been /so/ awesome would have been had the pair planned it so that every single one of their professors could have a piece of the cake. Imagine the little army of angry six year olds running around the school grounds trying to find out who tricked them! Pascal's eyebrows raise and she looks at Elijah with her lips pursed and an expression that speaks clearly, 'Right.' She slowly rubs her cheek and manages a slightly rueful smile at their current dilemma. A quiet sigh, and she returns back to her observations, though it's with difficulty that she's not laughing her head off. |
| The random hair made the Professors children! Oh the fun! Elijah couldn't have planned it better! This time the snickering /can't/ be stopped. It begins as the boy's chest begins to rise and fall to hold it in. Then he covers his mouth to keep it from escaping. To no avail. A single chuckle can be heard. It's quiet, but not necessarily quiet enough. |
| Aspen Farreau draws a breath. A quiet, cleansing breath that six year old lungs do *not* seem to be large though to handle, pushing herself upright in the spill of her robes, seeking her wand amid the fabric. "Let's think, Professor Chapman," the high voice remarks, completely identical to Josip's own but filled with Aspen's gravity and venom. She's trying to take this calmly, though she would like to scream again . . . scream and perhaps never stop. "A cake was placed in the confines of a lounge where students were not permitted. I think that we can safely say that no member of the staff put that here; no member of the staff would have a use for it, even though it is April Fool's Day. Therefore, I would say a student has done this, and judging from the cabbage taste of my breath, polyjuice is the source. Therefore . . . older students alone would have the ability to create such a thing. And judging from previous students, I know that there is not much point to placing a gag to which one cannot see. Therefore, Professor Chapman --" and here she pauses abruptly as Elijah's chuckle may be heard from the closet -- " . . . what are we to conclude?" |
| Josip Chapman nods as Aspen speaks. "Indeed. It is a difficult potion to say the least. There are few who would even attempt such a trick..." It had better be polyjuice potion. He crosses his arms and glances at the closet at the chuckle. He raises his eyebrows and motions towards the closet. Was he hearing things? He quiets down to see if he can hear noise again. |
| Elijah's chuckle means that Pascal has taken her attention away from the door, and she waves her hands at Elijah to signal him to shut up, even though she's got a rather large grin on her face as well, to match his chuckle. Clearly, the grin slowly fades as Aspen's little girl voice, laced with venom, floats through the room. "Dammit!" She hisses at Elijah, as Aspen continues to speculate. If only they had the brain of a six-year old as well during the transformation. She just looks at Elijah, obviously in suspense as the room becomes quiet, waiting for the two students to make another noise again. |
| Elijah Cruise dares not make any more noise. At all. He sits as still as can be. He blinks a few times at Aspen's logic. She couldn't have known off the bat, could she? I mean there were others who would try such shenanigans.... like Nate! Nate would do this sort of thing... maybe. He frowns. Oh well, their only hope now was to continue in silence. Complete silence. |
| No, Aspen does not know precisely . . . she can only make guesses at the identity of the cake-planter. Indeed, she does not even realize that there are two of them -- how could she? "In other words, Professor Chapman," she continues pointedly after a moment of listening, "We may conclude that they are still somewhere in the room -- or some form of recording device." Child eyes flicker intently about the room, studying the possibilities . . . and the closet certainly does not escape her. |
| Josip Chapman nods again. "So we check the room then." He glances at several of the possibilities as well. "It would be ridiculous for a person to plant such a trick and then leave without seeing it's result." He walks over to the curtains and glances at them, it was time to search. |
| Pascal Curio does not breathe. She would like to breathe a sigh of relief as Chapman approaches the curtains, but they're still going to be stuck in the room whether or not he searches those curtains. She looks at Elijah, her face slightly paler than usual, but it would be foolish to say that she didn't expect to get away from this scot-free. She stares at her companion, her lips pursed together and her shoulders tensed as she holds her breath. |
| Maybe if Elijah wills them away the Professors will just leave. He thinks very hard about it, but sure enough, they're still in the room. He continues in stillness. He does nod a little at Pascal's expression. Maybe sticking around /wasn't/ such a good idea. He frowns, if only they'd be thinking they could have left some sort of recording device like Aspen had said. He runs his tongue over his lips, and his mouth becomes exceedingly dry. |
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