| Title: Let them eat cake! (Part 2) 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. They've eaten the cake, Josip and Aspen, and now we see the results of Elijah and Pascal's little deed. More so on Elijah because he was the one who did everything. Pascal directed. The whole scene starts from "And the button masher becomes the mashee." Another note: The very last pose is something I just threw in there to sum up the whole scene and close it. No one actually posed it. |
| +---[ 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. | | | +----------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |
| Aspen Farreau rises, pulling what she can of her robes around her, wand now firmly in hand. This is not the sweet face of a child . . . Aspen's will contorts Madison's features into a visible and livid fury, only barely contained by the necessity of finding the culprits. Behind the couches is checked . . . inside cupboards (as some of these students can be small enough or contortionists) . . . The obvious place, the closet, is ignored as a first choice . . . perhaps because Aspen does not believe that it would be so simple, perhaps because she's anticipating the slow mental torture of the students within. Only when there is no other option does she pad for the door, reaching (upward, of all things!) for the handle and flinging the door open. Likely a six-year-old doesn't look terribly imposing, but do keep the wand in mind. |
| Josip Chapman searches, following behind Aspen. He watches as the closet door flings open, hoping to find the culprits. |
| What Pascal wouldn't give to be invisible, or to be able to transform into a tiny beetle or anything. She's got her back turned to the door because she's facing Elijah, but as light floods into the little closet, she whips back around, her eyes squinting as she stares up at... or rather, almost eye level with, two rather angry looking six-year old children. 'Oh... shit.' Maybe she could make a break for it. |
| Mouth gaping wide, Elijah Cruise turns completely white as the door flies open. He swallows hard and involuntarily slides to the back of the small space. Despite her form, Aspen is /still/ intimidating. He closes his mouth and clears his throat. He blinks, but doesn't speak. His gaze is then cast at Pascal. He swallows and just sits there like a deer in the headlights. So much for thinking on his feet. |
| Yes, so much for that. Madison's features, gifted with Aspen's stormy glare, spear into Pascal and Elijah in turn, then makes a sharp, succinct gesture with her wand. "*Out*. Both of you. I don't care what your excuse is; I don't want to hear it. Your faces give evidence enough." Her wand flicks at a point on the floor. "Stand there." |
| It's Cruise and Curio, the two C's of death. Josip shakes his head and he too reaches for his wand. He clutches it in his hands. "Of all the childish pranks..." He moistens his lips and lets Aspen handle the first part of this. |
| Pascal Curio had actually half a mind to smile sheepishly and say, "April Fools?" but she wisely shuts her mouth. Clambering to her feet she quickly walks out of the closet and stands where Aspen points, even though she's now a great deal taller than the two adults. She'll look back on this one day and laugh at the brilliancy of it now, should she survive the punishment. She forces a blank expression to her face and just stares down at her professors, lips twitching as she tries not to smile. |
| Elijah Cruise follows at Pascal's heels and stands in the exact spot that Aspen points out. He's learned that he must follow what Aspen says, especially when she's punishing him. Like when he was smoking in a building. "Of course, Professor," he chimes. He must be crazy. Or he really wants to tick her off. |
| You won't be smiling long, Pascal, and you may not look back on this fondly. The heat of humiliation burns in Aspen's cheeks as she is forced to look *up* at her students . . . this does not bode well at all. Her eyes are too bright; her gaze too focused as her mind struggles for the words she wants for this situation. No need to make her more angry than she already is . . . it may not even be possible. "You almost won," she remarks at last. "You might have, at any rate. A forbidden potion in a cake . . . who would have thought, truly? You must have thought yourselves very clever, and you were." Her eyes darken. "Or would have been, had you not been complete idiotic children. Does this satisfy something in you, seeing Professor Chapman and me like this? Obviously it amuses you, Curio, to no end. Elijah, I have no doubt. So allow me to offer you something that will amuse you even more: For the duration of one month you will live in one another's bodies, and you will not be able to tell anyone what has been done to you by mouth, magic, writing, hand signals, any of it. The staff will know so that they may assign you your proper grades. Other students will not." A look *dares* Josip to say anything against this punishment; likely he would only give them menial labor, and what good would that do? "One month exactly from this time, the spell will revoke." A slight smirk. "Be glad that April has only thirty days instead of thirty-one." If only the day of the fools fell on February, eh? Her wand raises without waiting for Josip, casting the spell in a sharp burst of energy, flinging one mind into the other and locking off the boundaries of communication. A complicated spell, to be certain . . |
| And here Pascal was, thinking that a week would be a very long time. Even though she's staring down at an absolutely furious, and quite possibly mad six year old girl, the teenager's smile definitely does wipe completely off her face as she hears her punishment. Actually, the blood starts to drain from her face, not because of the punishment, per say, but because of the few more days she's still got left in the week. She opens her mouth to say something, but of course, nothing comes out, as the spell is suddenly flung her way. Not quite as painful as she would think it would be, but her body jerks and twitches under the burst of energy, and the feeling in her head is definitely quite strange. She feels... cold, but then it settles down and for a second, she thought it didn't work. Then she looks down at her body, and the mouth opens again, this time in a low, masculine yell. A look to the side, and there's her body, and she's not in it. |
| Elijah Cruise's mouth hangs open at the punishment. Wasn't that a little harsh, /even/ for Professor Farreau? "Cruel and unusual punishment..." he starts then stops. Aspen's clearly angry. This wasn't the time. His eyes widen as the spell begins taking effect. Then he shuts them tight, secretly hoping whatever this spell is supposed to do won't work. No such luck. In fact, when he opens his eyes, he feels shorter. He frowns and stares at his own body across from him. |
| Wisps of pale pink smoke, reminiscent of cotton candy rise from both Pascal's and Elijah's heads. They pause briefly in the air as if to signal to the other, before they float past, to settle and nest themselves comfortably into the bodies of the other. And there it is. Once a girl, now a boy. Once a boy and now a girl. For an entire month. There's going to be a lot of getting used to, and a lot of surprises in store for each. |
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