MEME #1: RANDOM MAGICAL EFFECTS

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THE RANDOM MAGICAL EFFECTS MEME

"Your teeth turn brick red and then you turn into a bear for a week."HOW:

1. Start a thread with your character.
2. Other characters reply and generate a random effect. If you need a scenario, RNG it.
     2b. OPTIONAL: generate your own random effect, just because.
3. Tag other characters, generate more stuff, etc.
4. Shenanigans.
5. Yes you still have loveless ears and aren't in your home world have fun with that.

SCENARIOS:

1. ADVENTURE: You have just reached the end of some ancient, mystical ruins in search of the magical artifact hidden deep within. Weird shit happens as soon as you try to take it (collapsing ruins/boulders/Indiana Jones theme optional).
2. CURSE: You have angered a wizard/witch/powerful faerie/omnipotent entity/incredibly stereotypical gypsy/all of the above, somehow, because you're probably a horrible person. The next day you discover you've been cursed.
3. SPELLCRAFT: You have acquired a magical spellbook and decide to test it on yourself or someone else. The results are probably not as desired.
4. OUCH: You were bitten by a werewolf/cat/bear/dog/falcon/tiger/whatever the hell else is in there. There may or may not be some additional side effects.
5. RITUALS: You attempt to consort with demons/other entities of questionable morality and fail spectacularly-- either the ritual backfires, or they just don't like you.
6. THE BEES: It is not actually magic but a science experiment gone horribly, horribly wrong.
7. LOST: You are lost. Loster than the people on Lost. You are lost for words for how lost you are. So lost.
8. DRUG-INDUCED: I'm freakin' out man...
9. LET'S DO THIS: Roll two more numbers. Both of those things just happened at the same time, somehow. If you roll a 9 again, roll two more numbers and keep stacking them (ex. you roll a 2 and 9, then you roll again to get 5 and 6, which means you combine 2, 5, and 6).
10. Writer's choice.

Taken and modified from bakerstreet memes: bakerstreet.dreamwidth.org/8867.html

Comments

[bedeviled]

Ow. [He complained, belatedly, tail twitching and fingers tightly gripping the towel. For someone with a previous occupation that came with frequent injuries, he wasn't too comfortable with this part.

He turns his head to talk over his shoulder.]

And I wasn't antagonizing anything. I was just scoping the woods and I found some... crazed bear. They should put that in the school brochure.

[Zephyr was just lucky he had that bad habit of carrying his guns still.]

[pretexts]

[ That elicits a somewhat deeper frown. His ears go a little flat despite himself, and this time when he wipes the cloth over the cuts, it's with a tad more care. ]

"Crazed" is not a very auspicious word to be using when one is discussing animals.

[ He finishes his careful disinfection, then unrolls the bandages and begins wrapping them tightly under his arm and over the tears on his shoulder. ]

Could you see a reason for it? An injury, a wounded offspring? Something other than a potential case of rabies?

[bedeviled]

[The reaction doesn't escape notice and it keeps Zephyr's eyes off all the careful work. He keeps one eyebrow quietly raised. Yeah, he's suddenly aware his view of wild-life may be off.

Living within a machine tower did that.]

I didn't see much of anything -- it got me from behind. You think I'd hear something that size.

[All the while, he's still moving his arm whichever way to give room for bandaging.]

What are you thinking?

[pretexts]

[ Yes, one would probably hear a manic bear. Even distracted, Zexion didn't think it was possible to somehow be able to tune out the approach of something that large. Unless a person was deaf, but given the fact that they'd...you know, been having a conversation, half of which had been in a position that made lip-reading unlikely, Zexion doubted that. ]

I'm thinking that, though Japan is ostensibly hydrophobia-free, you are due for a series of rabies vaccines.

[ He affixes the bandages together with a pin. ]

I am also thinking that I had better start doing research into whether werebears are, in fact, something that exists.

[bedeviled]

[There goes his tail, flicking back and forth again. This time, it's accompanied by his ears flattening down. Basel isn't so far along that he's not familiar with the terms rabies and vaccines. The sulky quiet makes it a question if he'll follow the advice.

He distracts himself with the bandaged arm, already testing how much he can move it with only the occasional wince. Despite all the bleeding, he must not have hit anything too vital. Nice. Zephyr looks back up at werebear though. His interest perked along with some confusion.]

What kind of bears did you say?