Open RP: Happy Easter!

[tourettesbunny.livejournal.com]

Although the Easter Bunny arrived in time for Easter, he was rather woefully late in spreading the Easter joy to Hogwarts. This may have been because he was sleeping 16 hours a day, because he'd tried playing DDR in the Gryffindor common room, or just because he was extremely lazy.

Today, anybody that wandered through the Great Hall might actually find their eyes hurting from the sheer amount of shiny-wrapped chocolate eggs, piled in dozens of baskets and of many different colors. Some of the eggs had items inside, detectable by the rattling one would hear upon shaking them; the items would range from anything from more chocolate to any kind of toy one could imagine. Attached to all the baskets is this note:

Happy Easter, biznatches.

Don't moan and whine about how it's late, I KNOW. I had better things to be doing, so you get your chocolate now. If you need me, just holler. I'll be around the room somewhere.

The Easter Bunny

((OOC: Chocolate plot! As is usual, any chocolate that is consumed may or may not have magical effects upon the character that consumes it; what happens (or doesn't happen) is entirely up to the muns :) ))

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[schizowarrior.livejournal.com]

Molly hadn't yet met the Easter Bunny, but more importantly she hadn't had an opportunity to learn that you should never, ever leave anything left out for common consumption. With a shrug and a "Why not?" she unwrapped one and munched.

It took perhaps thirty seconds for her to realize something wasn't right. Thirty seconds, a brief feeling that all her molecules had just been squashed and snapped out again, and a soundless explosion between her ears.

"What the hell was that?" she asked--and jumped at the sound of her own voice, which didn't sound like her voice at all.

And, for once, by some seeming miracle, the Narrator said nothing. He was, for the moment at least, completely gone.

[manriki-chan.livejournal.com]

Seventeen tormented house-elves later, Gogo found just the right chocolate egg that she wanted: it had let out a horrible shriek and shrunk to a tenth of it's original size.

Now Gogo was... well, not a -tenth- of her original size, maybe. But she was definitely very small. And clutching the unfortunate tiny house elf under one arm. She ran in through the Great Hall just in time to see Molly go through a similar transformation.

"You got little too!" She yelled, pointing at the other girl. "Did you pick a red one?"

[blue-ataru.livejournal.com]

Aayla was usually on her guard against unknown food and drink. In fact, she made it a policy to advise others to be on their guard as well. However, this particular morning she was distracted by a text on defensive magic. Instead of a plate of miniature muffins, she grabbed a plate with some unwrapped chocolate eggs on it instead.

Belatedly, she realized that in the blink of an eye, she was tiny, and... craving more chocolate. And something cute and fluffy to play with. And she was getting the urge to run up to the nearest person, smack them while screaming "You're it!" and running away.

[mageofanima.livejournal.com]

*Erky throws the returning-ball, which rebounds just short of Aayla. Thinking she'd hit the other child, she runs over.* Sorrysorrysorry!

*The fact that the person she's apologizing to is blue doesn't really upset her. After all, lots of people she knows have blue hair, so why shouldn't someone have blue skin?*

[dresdenfile.livejournal.com]

Hey, free food. Chocolate, too. The little girl seemed to be enjoying hers, so I grabbed one and unwrapped it as I made my way to Gryffindor. It wasn't half bad, though it had an odd undertaste I couldn't name....

I've had a lot of weird shit happen to me. I've been chased by giant scorpions, and had flaming monkey poo thrown at me, and resurrected a dinosaur zombie, but I've never suddenly fallen over, twitched, and stood up a foot and a half shorter than I'd been, trying to hold my pants up with one hand while I blinked like an idiot. Unfortunately, that's exactly what happened.

"..."

[zombified-ed.livejournal.com]

Having somehow escaped the confines of his room (it was probably better not to ask how), Ed knew one thing. He was hungry. And being a zombie, one tended to crave flesh and organs, but he had a lingering memory that chocolate tasted good. Having found his way into the Great Hall by random selection of direction, Ed promptly stared mournfully at the chocolate and proceeded to pick up one to gnaw on.

He blinked, looked down at the easter egg, and blinked some more. Dude. His hand looked human. Ed raised the same hand and poked at his face, feeling regular skin instead of rotting flesh. "Well, shit," he said aloud. This was surprising.

[redonme.livejournal.com]

Shaun, loaded down with books, hardly paused to look at the chocolate--until he spotted--

"Ed?"

It was Ed. And, more importantly, he looked...alive. Gaping, Shaun dropped all his books, temporarily bereft of speech.

[usethepoker.livejournal.com]

Susan, passing through, spotted the candy and the note and stopped dead.

"Oh, not again," she muttered. She knew better than to eat one of them, but she wouldn't mind taking one to study--maybe, if she tried some reverse thaumaturgy, she could figure out just what was in them and why they did...everything they did. Nabbing one, she stuck it in her pocket and moved on, blissfully unaware of the fact that she'd gotten chocolate residue on her fingers.

Her fate was merely delayed.

[brenda-johnson.livejournal.com]

Brenda Johnson, supremely efficient LAPD deputy chief, had but one mortal weakness, and to her chagrin it was a hopelessly girly one. It took every ounce of her strength to pass up sweets. And since she'd been at Hogwarts, she'd had but little reason to pass them up.

Which was why, when she saw the basket of Easter eggs, she ate one without a second thought. And found herself feeling a little more...virile.

"Oh my," she said in a surprisingly deep (though still Southern) voice. She looked around for a reflective surface and saw a male face staring back at her.

"Oh my goodness."

[whoopwhoowhoop.livejournal.com]

"What's this? Food for Zoidberg!?"

*salivates*

*gobbles*

*clearly, no bad will come of this!*

[whoopwhoowhoop.livejournal.com]

*CHANGE IN NARRATIVE STYLE!*

Three eggs in, Zoidberg started to notice some changes. His shell, formerly stalwart and rosy-hued, turned a squishy shade of pink. His claws, devastating weapons of destruction, became tiny and frail. He had those fancy opposable thumbs, all the young folks were on about!

And...what was this? Breasts? And a pert bottom?

"Hm. Must be that time of the month, I think!" Zoidberg shrugged, and went back to eating everything in sight. Only in a far sexier manner.

[lionesscersei.livejournal.com]

(( As arranged OOCly. ))

Cersei had no idea what 'biznatches' might mean, otherwise things might have turned out very differently.

As it was, the word did not feature in Westerosi slang. So Cersei saw absolutely nothing untoward in the note left by the ... holiday rabbit? ... and took one of the ovoid chocolates.

It tasted delightful.

However, she was not able to hold it long, as by the third nibble her hands had abruptly transformed into claws.

Crustacean claws ...

By the Seven, I have turned into food!

Desperate to avoid notice, the anthropomorphised lobster who had once been Cersei Lannister scurried out of the Great Hall, to lay low until this latest bizarreness was over.

[jewboy-wonder.livejournal.com]

Wilson was in no way Christian. He was born and raised by Judaism, on a normal occasion would have been celebrating Passover and certainly not Easter. Hell, his initials were even JEW. Yes, that was how much he bled the Jewishness. The concept of rabbits laying eggs never made sense to him anyway, no matter how many people tried to explain that it was somehow breaking the cycle of evolution to revert bunnies away from their mammal ways to represent... rebirth or something.

Free chocolate, however, he was not going to argue with in the slightest, even if it was late. For the Easter that he didn't celebrate. It was chocolate, God, who was gonna pass that up? Dubious as it was that the Easter Bunny would say 'biznatches' (he'd thankfully missed that sorting), he grabbed at one on the plate with a grateful sort of look in his eyes and popped it into his mouth. Guh, it was even caramel.

Of course, had he paid a single bit of attention to any of the many times chocolate had been placed on trays in this school, he would have known better. And that free chocolate at Hogwarts came with consequences. Because, well, moments after he'd swallowed said chocolate, needless to say, Wilson was, er, missing certain assets. And had happened to come upon a few more.

...Oh, dear.

[fw-darcy.livejournal.com]

Darcy picked up a chocolate egg and was surprised to find it was heavy.

He unwrapped it, broke the hollow egg in half and ate the top, and turned the bottom over to drop the object inside into his other hand. Then he ate the bottom, too, because it was getting a wee bit sticky.

The object inside, surprisingly clean, was a ball about the size of a golf ball. A mirrored disco ball.

The lights whirled and flashed off the mirrors, almost in a rhythm...a fascinating rhythm, even...

[usethepoker.livejournal.com]

Susan, having not partaken of the free munchies, stopped dead on sight of Mr. Darcy.

"...Oh dear." She'd never seen this particular effect before. "Mister Darcy, are you feeling all right?" For all she knew, this batch of chocolate had been poisoned, but she highly doubted she'd be able to convince anyone to go to the hospital wing--or that anything could be done, even if she did.

[charlesofdensen.livejournal.com]

Chocolate? The Easter Bunny? Well, that was peculiar.

Ofdensen stared at the large array of chocolates. He turned away from them to look at the people. He quietly nipped one and ate it.

His head began to itch and he scratched it.

Wait a minute....what is that? Fur?

Something whapped him on the back of his leg.

Is that a tail?

Ofdensen conjured up a mirror, and stared in horror as he saw dog ears, tail, and claws sprouted out of him.

[blue-ataru.livejournal.com]

It wasn't a Felucian cat-bunny, (http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/T%27da) but it was fluffy enough to attract newly de-aged Aayla's attention. "Puppy!" she yelled, running over on suddenly much-shorter legs, arms outstretched, tripping over too-long Jedi robes.

[angelicbadboy.livejournal.com]

Brice had gotten chocolate for Easter already and was quite pleased with what he had, actually. But hey, passing up free food? ...Ah, no. Free candy was always appreciated and besides, his girlfriend had a major sweet tooth. Bringing her chocolate would earn him loads of boyfriend brownie points, he was pretty sure of that.

So Brice yoinked a couple of chocolate eggs and sauntered out of the Great Hall again, lapsing into a happy daydream about eating chocolate off Mel later.

Mm. Mel. Yummy.

[mageofanima.livejournal.com]

*Erk, not being familiar with the perils of free chocolate around here, doesn't hesitate much before picking up an egg and biting into it. He feels like something is wrong for just a moment, but the sensation fades. The "wrong" things, from his normal point of view, are of course his gender and his age, which is much too young. He, or rather, she, fishes the toy out of the egg - a rubber ball on a stretchy length of cord. She laughs delightedly as the ball comes back whenever she throws it, and she begins to bounce it perilously close to some of the other guests.*

[twoyearsmissing.livejournal.com]

Jack knows about the trouble of snagging any sort of food left for taking anywhere, but still it never stopped him. Didn't stop him grabbing a couple of eggs. Of course taking one that apparently rattled would hopefully make up to JD whatever trouble he was going to find himself in. He realised the time and dashed off to the parked SUV where he was going to be meeting JD.

[manriki-chan.livejournal.com]

Chocolates!!

Gogo was delighted at the sight of free chocolate eggs in the Great Hall. After all, her first day at Hogwarts had been celebrated with magical chocolates, and some of her favourite memories of the place involved being magically transfigured by the things in one way or another. She looked down, concentrating fiercely - she wanted to get something good, after all - and eventually picked up three baskets full to the brim with brightly-wrapped chocolate eggs.

Now all she needed to do was find some house-elf guinea pigs.

[pufnstuf.livejournal.com]

Chocolate! Pufnstuf immediately scooped a few eggs into his mouth without bothering to unwrap them; which was an unlikely act, given that he had, in fact, no digestive system. However, Jimmy had always liked chocolate, and that was good enough for Puf. He mashed them around in his cavernous mouth, foil and all, until most of the chocolate dribbled out the sides.

But that left a good bit staining the inside.

He blinked and looked around. Good Lord. He appeared to be in some sort of stone castle, or a medieval-styled keep of some variety. There were several people about, of varying ages; Pufnstuf (ridiculous name, what had his parents been thinking?) did not count himself as a person, as he was, in fact, a dragon. Or quite possibly a dinosaur; Mummy had not been clear on the distinction. He must go look that up.

[ostianespionage.livejournal.com]

*You'd think Matthew would've heard about the dangers of eating chocolate around here by now, but apparently he hasn't. The thief grabs an egg and bites into it casually, nearly cracking his teeth on the small plastic toy inside. He fishes it out, tosses it away, and finishes the egg before realizing that something's amiss. Specifically, he is. She looks down at herself.* Oh, bugger.

*The newly female thief shrugs once or twice. Blue. Couldn't have gotten a red or green dress, huh? Oh, well.*

[wobblingmolly.livejournal.com]

Molly Weasley chose today to make her triumphant return to Hogwarts, having recently converted to Scientology. (http://community.livejournal.com/hogwarts_hocus/1244613.html) She was glad to be back inside the familliar castle, and looking forward to owling her children in order to convince them to have their thetans removed. However, a trip to the Great Hall was in order first, and she noticed the chocolate eggs.

Picking one up, she ate it, smiling happily at the taste of the chocolate.

The smile faded instantly as she looked around, bewildered. Where was she? Who was she? Why was she holding a half-eaten chocolate egg?
All those questions eluded her.

(frozen)

[c-macaulay.livejournal.com]

Camilla has always has a fondness for chocolates. It just so happens she chooses one of the same sort Molly had gotten. Not knowing any of these people, she has no notion chocolate might have altered any of them.

She doesn't eat it right away, only tucks it into a pocket of her robes. She likes to eat chocolates in bed, while reading. Up in her room she has a copy of Les Mandarins (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Mandarins).

A single bite of the chocolate, and things go all -- odd; and when she opens her eyes again, the French words swim in front of her face. She knows the letters still, but the language no longer. Frowning, she shuts the book and sets it down. She feels different. Lighter.

She knows she's Camilla Macaulay. She doesn't know much else. Not French anymore, certainly; if you said something to her in Latin or Greek she would chide you for teasing, or laugh at you for using made-up words.

The robes she's wearing are too big for her, far too big. Practical, she snips off the excess length with a pair of scissors. Something falls to the floor with a clunk when the discarded fabric is cut away. Camilla bends to pick it up. Her favorite toy, the tape measure. She beams and sticks it in the only pocket now remaining.

She wonders if there's anyone here to play with?

Barefoot, she goes skipping out of the dorm.

[march-theater.livejournal.com]

Had Jo taken a moment to look around at the results of the chocolate eggs, she never would have consumed any. As it was, she wasn't paying attention.

She was aware of suddenly being a lot smaller, and her clothes felt awkward and too big.

"Oh, dear," she muttered, attempting to straighten her dress. "What's happening now?"

She knew she was in the Great Hall, though she couldn't remember why. What she did know was that a castle was a wonderful place to go running around and creating mischief.

So it was that a now much-younger Jo left the Great Hall, looking for someone to play with.

[google-agent.livejournal.com]

Snape picked one up after a moments scowling viciously at the happy little sweeties consideration. It was the holidays afterall and his mother would've been very disappointed if he hadn't participated in some way or another. And, far from being one to disappoint his mother Snape took a smallish one and popped it his mouth and went on his way, feeling rather self-satisfied and glancing over his shoulder to make sure no-one had been there.

"they dnt even tatse tht gd." He mumbled.

[wombatminer.livejournal.com]

Digger had, so far, avoided any great amount of magic. That was quite an acheivement, here at Hogwarts. (Strange was a different matter, of course. When one of your prefects was Toki, it was hard to avoid strangeness.)

Unfortunately for her, this had mostly been acheived by keeping to herself. As a result, no one had ever warned her about chocolate. She happily helped herself to one, rather clumsily unwrapping it with thick claws and popping the solid chocolate egg into her mouth. Then the magic took afect, Digger stumbled just a little, finding herself...

[wombatminer.livejournal.com]

...a good two and a bit feet taller. With considerably less fur, and fingers that were much thinner and nimbler. The former wombat looked at her hand in something akin to shock for a few seconds.

"Chalkdust," she muttered, realizing that she had, of course, been wearing nothing but her habitual vest when she'd eaten the chocolate. Digger personally didn't mind standing mostly naked in the Great Hall - a change in species doesn't necessarily equal an automatic change in sensibilities - but she'd spent enough time around humans to know that it could cause a problem.