Halloween party!

[tako-time.livejournal.com]

For fondue that took a month to make, it had better be pretty damn good.

Where Tako had gotten the powdered bicorn horn was anyone's guess, or really, why he thought it was fondue in the first place. But it was a wizard recipe! The wizards did strange things!

On Halloween, the potion was finished. Schlepping the cauldron behind his bucket, Tako brought it into the Great Hall to share. Only one ingredient was missing, and this he got by sweeping some dirt up off the floor. He poured the fondue into cups and dumped in the hair.

The cups began to change colors. Some were bright and appealing, and had a delicious aroma. Others seemed to be a bit rotten. Can't win them all, Tako figured, but overall the recipe was a success.

Mmm, cheesy.


((The polyjuice potion contains hairs from Beowulf, Dieter, Snape, Tinky Winky, Amaranth, Dwight, Nate, Dawnstar, Luna, and Homsar. Well, maybe not HOMSAR hair, but do you really want to think about it? Permission given by all the muns.))

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[bowchickamaou.livejournal.com]

When Yuuri saw a big cauldron of potion in the Great Hall, he thought immediately:

"It's a Halloween party! Fun!"

Being Yuuri, he decided to help. It didn't look like a very partylike atmosphere aside from the big cauldron. However, he could guess the reason why, since near the cauldron was his worthy former opponent Chef Tako. It must be hard to reach up from a bucket to hang party decorations.

"Hey, good idea!" he congratulated Tako.

[wrinklesintime.livejournal.com]

Meg was all upons the idea of a Halloween party, and after she saw the flyers about it (http://community.livejournal.com/hogwarts_hocus/1696156.html), she had to run back to her room immediately to scrape together a costume.

In the end, however, she lacked much in the way of supplies to do anything original, so she simply took one of the sheets off her bed, draped it over herself, and went as a ghost.

The punch in the great hall did, indeed, look spooky. Meg was dubious about trying it, since some of it was rather...frighteningly colored.

Still, she could also see that the place needed decorating. Decidingt, for the moment, to ignore the naked nymph formerly known as Amaranth and the giant octopus, she waved at the most relatively-normal-looking person in the room. "Hey," she called, pointing to some pumpkins the house elves had brought, "Do you mind if I start carving one of these?"

She lacked any artistic abilities whatsoever, but she more than made up for it with enthusiasm.

[nerdsexgoddess.livejournal.com]

Who didn't love a party?

Certainly, Amaranth did.

She had not perfected the charm that would allow certain parts of her very out-there abnatomy to be less... out there... to the general public, so she was solving the problem today by carrying a book open in front of her at a strategic place.


Seeing the punch, she grabbed a glass poured some, drank...

...And promptly experienced a moment of nausea as the potion did its work.

When she recovered, she had to sit down for a second. Because it would seem she was now sporting a penis. It would also seem that said penis was not attached to the world's most attractive individual. Somehow, Amaranth had always taken it for granted that if she ever would find it necessary to change her gender, she'd look pretty much the same way she normally did, just with the equipment reversed.

Oh well. She still had a penis. That was kind of fun. And she wondered if it still counted as work if she had sex with anyone in this form.

[righteous-pen.livejournal.com]

Mikami wasn't here for the party. He was just here because it was that time of day and he'd stopped eating in his room. (The house elves tended to hang around and wait for him to finish when he did that. It was unnerving. He hadn't yet worked out that since he cleaned everything himself, they didn't have anything else to do in his room.)

His only previous experience with magically altered food had been the soup, which was served as part of a normal meal time, so it didn't occur to him to be more suspicious of the punch than he was of anything else here. It appeared to be non-alcoholic. That was all that concerned him.

...until he tasted it, and felt sick and dizzy and, for some reason, as if his clothes were suddenly far too tight.

"WHAT - ?" he began, then froze, looking horrified. "OH NO. NOT AGAIN."

[nerdsexgoddess.livejournal.com]

Amaranth, while a smart girl, had not figured out what was going on, and so, when she spotted that really big, loud guy who'd been concerned about frostbite from her sorting (http://community.livejournal.com/hogwarts_hocus/1692605.html?thread=90538173#t90538173), she was just relieved for a friendly face.

She strutted over to Mikami. Doubtless watching Dwight's body do that was highly disconcerting. So was the fact that now Dwight's voice purred, "Hello there, handsome. You look remarkably... civilized today."

[iam-beowulf.livejournal.com]

Beowulf ran into the hall in search of the party. He had read Yuuri's compy post. When he caught sight of the transformed Mikami, he stopped dead in his tracks.

"I AM ALREADY HERE?!"

He stared at Other-Beowulf in confusion.

[steff-is-a-girl.livejournal.com]

Steff liked to party as much as the next three girls so she high-tailed it on over to the main hall as soon as she saw the notice.

It didn't take her long at all to notice the punch spread all about. She figured it wouldn't be spiked, owing to the fact that the rules seemed to be so strict in this place, and as she took a big swig of the first glass she came to she hoped she was right because Viktor would certainly have something to say about any alcohol consumption.

As it turned out, she didn't have time to realize the brew had no alcoholic content. After the one big swallow, her stomach gave a violent twist and just as she was certain the contents of her stomach were going to see the light of day once again, her stomach settled again.

The thing was, the rest of her body felt very, very different. She felt, all at once, as if she had lost something vital and also gained something that never should have been absent.

Looking down at her body and seeing Amaranth's body instead, she didn't know whether to scream in horror or jump for joy.

[chaotic-miles.livejournal.com]

A short (though not quite dwarfishly so) man wearing some kind of military-style uniform came hurrying into the Great Hall. He ignored the bowl of punch, because his metabolism was such that alcohol would be extremely bad for him, and he had no idea how much alcohol it had been laced with already. Plus, he'd heard enough of the aftereffects of eating random food left out that he wasn't generally inclined to try it.

His eyes moved through the crowd before they focused on Steff. He loved tall women--probably because of the fact that he was a few inches shy of about five feet tall himself, and, as he'd often joked, even if only in the privacy of his own mind, he liked the idea of mountain climbing... surveying huge tracts of land... whatever you wanted to call it. In fact, he probably would have gone after the real Amaranth at some point except that they are both played by the same person.

Anyway, he now walked over to the tall, busty woman, smiling in greeting. "Hi there. I don't think we've met. I'm Miles Vorkosigan. Have you had anything to drink? i'd be glad to get you something." His words tripped over each other in their haste to get out in the correct order, and his smile was just a shade too manic, though he did actually manage to keep his eyes on Steff's face and not let them wander to parts further south.

[beets-r-god.livejournal.com]

When Dwight entered the Great Hall, the first thing he picked up on was the mysterious potion. The next thing he picked up on was the fact that there was someone impersonating him. Someone not wearing any clothes.

"I'M GOING TO REPORT THIS," he shouted to nobody in particular. "And whoever is being me, just... stop it right now!"

[bowchickamaou.livejournal.com]

Yuuri, who didn't know any of these people so far and who had missed out on the potion-induced transformations since he'd been tacking decorations to the wall this whole time (and therefore facing the wall in so doing), came over to the yelling guy, a placatory cup of punch in hand.

"No need to report anything," the friendly young Maou reassured Mr. Angry, "it's a Halloween party, that's all. Here, have some punch. There's going to be pumpkin decorating too." He gestured toward the table o' pumpkins.

[darkwithoutme.livejournal.com]

Light saw the posters for the party, and while he would stay away from any food being served, he's only half suspicious of the punch. Calling it 'spooky punch' could just be a Halloween related sounding name to be cute, or it could be spiked or something else added to it. He doesn't approach the drinks, but instead watches the others at the party.

[bowchickamaou.livejournal.com]

Yuuri had already turned away from Dwight and returned to his decorations, so he didn't see Dwight's transformation into a Teletubby. Instead, just as he'd picked up another roll of crepe paper and was about to go back to the wall with it, he noticed someone he'd met before (http://community.livejournal.com/hogwarts_hocus/1590737.html?thread=81897425#t81897425): Light Yagami, looking solitary.

Shy people should be included and made to feel welcome, right? Tucking the roll of crepe paper under one arm, Yuuri grabbed a cup of punch and brought it over to Light.

"Hi, Light! How's it going? I'm glad you could make it to the party!" He held out the punch to Light. "I can't believe that crazy American businessman thought the punch was spiked. My mother would kill me!" OK, she wouldn't kill him, but she might knee him in the balls. She'd done it before. "Or Wolfram would. I have to go finish putting up decorations, but maybe I'll see you later for bobbing apples!"

[rebelvalkyrie.livejournal.com]

After a rather depressing week, Silmeria headed towards the advertised party. Though she didn't plan on participating in the festivities herself, it would do her heart good to see other people enjoying themselves.

She looked around, and saw the usual crowd, undoubtedly engaged in their usual kinds of entertainment. Then she spotted the cauldron.

She idly walked up to the table of drinks and picked up a cup. The last hot drink she had here was actually pretty good, so she was willing to give this "drinking" thing another try.

By the time the pain faded away, she decided to rethink her drinking policy. She opened her eyes and the world looked entirely too big. Then she looked down at herself and gasped.

"WaaaAAAHHHhhhaaaAAAAaaahhhhHHHHaaaa!"

That really wasn't what she meant at all.

[beets-r-god.livejournal.com]

Seeing someone else also afflicted by potions, Dwight scrambled to his feet and hurried over to Silmeria.

Looming over her, he tried to growl, "Can you believe it? That kid's probably underage and he probably brewed that punch in some kind of meth lab and now I'm like this!" But what came out was, "Dwight wike cocaine."

[maid-brienne.livejournal.com]

One of these days, either Brienne would learn to not eat anything at Hogwarts or her mun would quit being mean to her. Today, however, was not that day, and so upon her arrival, she took a glass of punch without even thinking about it.

She sipped the punch almost absently, and it was gone before she became aware of a pleasant warmth spreading throughout her body.

She became aware that there was a lot wrong with her at the moment. She always wore boiled leather, even when it wasn't necessary, and she became aware that it was suddenly quite heavy on a body not used to bearing so much weight. And her shoulders had narrowed, her hips widened, and her breasts... Seven hells, she shouldn't think about her breasts. They were entirely too... bouncy. And given the fact that she was suddenly quite differently-shaped on top, she could feel herself practically swimming in the armor, which threatened to fall off her shoulders, revealing much more skin than it ought.

Brienne's hands were also smoother than she was used to, and she reached up to touch her face.

This had happened once before, only at least this time she was still in her normal clothes.

She decided to go sit down, trying not to trip over her clothes since her legs were now slightly shorter. Also, her clothes kept rubbing against her in a way that felt... both exciting and strange. She was seized with a sudden desire to rip everything off, or, failing that, find something to rub up against.

She had no idea where all that had come from, though, and so she reasoned she must have fallen foul of Hogwarts magic again. She sat down, lowered her head into her folded arms, and hoped it would pass.

[darkwithoutme.livejournal.com]

Seeing the person wearing unfitting clothes was an obvious sign that she took the punch as well, although he can't be sure if this one was Yuuri's fault or if she drank it on her own. The attractive woman in the armor seemed to be in distress so Light approaches her as she sits down.

"I hope this doesn't last too long, being in someone else's body is not something I've ever wished to experience," he sat down next to her, speaking in a slight german accent. "You seem uncomfortable in those, is there anything I can do to help?"

[unluckiest-star.livejournal.com]

Starman wandered through and sniffed at each of the cups. He chose one that looked like an iridescent lemonade, and felt somewhat fizzy going down.

When he passed by a mirror, he did a double-take. Stopped and stared at himself.

"Whoa," he breathed. "I've turned into my Dream Girl, (http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d134/per1etwo/comics/WhosWhointheLegionofSuper-Heroes02-.jpg) only younger!"

This magic stuff. It just set him up the bomb!

[whosneverbeen.livejournal.com]

"I do have a certain je ne sais quoi, don't I?" Luna murmured, having found her doppleganger. "You carry off being me quite well."

[rebelvalkyrie.livejournal.com]

Luckily for Silmeria, the cup she had swallowed was immediately digested by Homsar's stomach-like organ before digesting the new polyjuice potion. The familiar, painful nausea returned, but it also passed quickly.

Silmeria looked at her hands and almost sighed with relief. Human. Her eyes traced along the arms attached to those hands, and she frowned. Male, and nude. But at least she could form coherent sentences. She walked back to the site of her initial transformation where her clothes and pieces of armor lied.

Without much worry, she tied the gown portion around her waist, which covered the essentials.

[methleigh.livejournal.com]

Oh Merlin. Was that... had someone... He runs over, his steps unfamiliar waddling. He must cover himself, or whoever this was. What if one of those idiotic Weasleys happened by, or any of the others who laugh at him, or worse, what if it someone like Lezard? Merlin. His arm would be exposed, almost worse than... he would have blushed if he could have.

This had happened once before. It had worn off. What it was he has no idea. It isn't polyjuice potion, no matter hw it seemed and felt like it, because he had tried the antidote the first time. It isn't actual poison - the bezoars hadn't helped him.

He stepped in front of himself.

Suddenly his stomach announced for the benefit of all, "After drinking a strange juice, Severus Snape saw himself NEKKID! He quickly ran to hide himself from view!"

[methleigh.livejournal.com]

Severus is even more dour than usual; touchier than usual. Lily died on Halloween. All right. He had killed her on Halloween - perhaps not directly but after events had unfolded, he could point to himself as the original cause. He flaps and skulks by the Great Hall. In his former Hogwarts it had also been the scene of their feasts. He had not hoped for that distraction, but perhaps some shadow of it.

There had been a poster on the door and people were decorating. It was not the old days, but he doesn't wish to be alone in his rooms tonight. He approaches a large bowl of... cheese punch... the house elves had festively changed to different colours. His lips lift and he takes a green one, for Slytherin. Dumbledore must have arranged this.

Oh no. Not again. He feels his hands returning to the clumsy nitten pads, his belly distending, and his head. The antenna pulls slightly when he turns it or tilts it. He feels his mouth widen and turn up like a bow. His stomach feels... frizzly.

"One day in Hogwarts Tubby-land, Severus got a cheerful new face and a happy purple suit!" A voice announced to the room.

[elegantsamurai.livejournal.com]

Now, Yukimura had come to accept that there were some odd things in this place and the food could do add things to people who partook of it. This fondue, however, did not look like, nor did it smell like the fondue the house elves had made from the Sorting Hat's cheese. Therefore, it was probably best to avoid it until he understood more about what it would do to him and who was around. Watching the sour, staid, skittish potions professor morph into an oddly shaped purple thing convinced him he didn't want to eat or drink anything.

But, that wouldn't stop him from saying 'hi.'

"Professor Snape, it seems you've encountered a problem," he said, his tone jovial.

[rebelvalkyrie.livejournal.com]

One bout of pain and nausea later, Silmeria felt her toga collapse around her. She quickly scanned her herself, looking for the changes. Slender hands...curvy figure...rounded chest. Success!

Silmeria hesitated a moment, hands still cupping her chest. Was it just her, or did they feel...bigger? Her hair fell forward. It was blonde, yes, but...the shade was wrong. This wasn't her body. Silmeria sighed. At least this form was much closer to her own. She could deal with that.

She looked at her armor, neglected on the floor, and found herself reluctant to re-don it. It was so heavy and restrictive. Even this robe was proving bothersome. With a tug, the annoying thing was gone and used to wrap up her armor for easier transport.

Standing up, she decided to re-examine this body. For her own knowledge, of course. The fact that it felt nice had nothing to do with it.

[arrogantmage.livejournal.com]

There she was. He'd been hoping to see her soon. And she was every bit as breathtaking as he remembered.

Amaranth, the alluring nymph.

People make commitments, but they also often break them. In Lezard's case, what he had wasn't so much a commitment to Lenneth as an unrequited fixation on Lenneth. Since he wasn't exactly big on morality, the breaking of his own unaccepted troth mattered very little to him. Besides, he didn't feel anything like love for Amaranth, so it really wasn't significant, was it? His devotion to Lenneth remained unquestioned in his own mind.

He wanted what he wanted. Since her Sorting he'd wanted Amaranth, and Amaranth had (amazingly, astonishingly) given him reason to believe the feeling was mutual. Unmistakably so, really.

Therefore it wasn't surprising that as soon as he arrived in the Great Hall he made a beeline for Amaranth. He hadn't seen any of the polyjuice shenanigans.

"My lady." He had teleported over to her, appearing at her shoulder, his voice (that carefully cultivated voice) low and suggestive.

[iam-beowulf.livejournal.com]

No one had ever accused Beowulf of being the sharpest tool in the shed.

Having witnessed all manner of insanity, he went and drank some potion anyway. What? He was thirsty! So what if it might actually be fondue and not a beverage? Many perfectly good drinks were lumpy.

He quaffed the entire cupful before realizing he had become rather less lumpy in some areas himself and rather more lumpy in others.

The cup was immediately tossed to the ground. Dawnwulf clutched his/her bosoms with both hands. His/her body had suddenly undergone alarming and unexpected changes!

"Are you there, gods? It's me, Beowulf!"

[methleigh.livejournal.com]

Severus, spared the embarrassing revelation of his Mark and body for the moment, noticed the loud clueless primitive from the Sexual Education class turn suddenly to a lovely woman. Black eyes, long black hair. She was quite fetching, but he could sense the man's alarm.

He bounced back to the fondue table, skipped really. Skipped. "Itth awwight. The cheethe hath a thpeww in it to change youw body with thomeone elthe'th." He tries to be reassuring.

"One evening in Hogwarts Tubby-land Severus was kind to a woman he thought was very pretty." Resounded from his belly.

[noseymaddie.livejournal.com]

Maddie walked into the Great Hall, cautious of the untended food. Especially after what happened last time. She really didn't want to end up half-naked or worse again. She didn't want to be one of the hussies that Adam Klaus would fall over himself to get at until he saw the next one. So, she just avoided the strange cups of stuff and went to one of the tables, wondering if she could get some coffee or tea or scotch.

[nerdsexgoddess.livejournal.com]

Amaranth made her way over to Maddie, still wearing Dwight's very naked body.

"You look like you need some company, sweetie," she said to Maddie with a friendly smile as she pulled out the chair across from her.

KARAOKE THREAD

[bowchickamaou.livejournal.com]

The house elves dragged in the karaoke equipment that had become a staple of gatherings in the early days of the Sorting Hat's madcap reign. "Oh, good!" Yuuri ran over to the elves who were setting up the equipment. The party was randomly turning weird, for reasons Yuuri still couldn't divine, and he thought a distraction might help.

He jumped up on the makeshift stage and did a rendition of The Monster Mash (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gZJSW_7YLVs).

Re: KARAOKE THREAD

[nerdsexgoddess.livejournal.com]

Eeee! Karaoke! Amaranth was all upons that, too.

She leaped onto the stage, grabbed the mic, and proceeded to make Dwight's voice go through a fairly passable rendition of It's Raining Men (http://www.sendspace.com/file/j2oof0). Because it totally was.

[bone-not-rock.livejournal.com]

Some people, having run across tainted drink or food twice before, would hesitate before putting something into their mouth.

Some people also weren't Billy Brennan, who tended to leap into things and only realize later than maybe a plan had been needed sometime before his feet left the cliff.

So he'd walked into the party, looking for a good time, and only thought about the drinks long enough to pick one up before he was off and looking for somebody to talk to. The drink looked okay, and it actually tasted quite nice and he didn't realize that something was going on until it was too late.

Oh God, not boobs again.

The wings were a nice touch, but they had wrecked his shirt. Luckily, it wasn't his pterodactyl shirt, or he'd be even more pissed. As it was, he tied up the tatters and made do.

[lemondrop-party.livejournal.com]

From a pocket of his robe, Dumblenate had withdrawn a small hand mirror and was grinning at himself. In the periphery of the reflection he caught a glimpse of --

He turned around. Wings! Wings with a person attached.

Dumbledore would have liked to end up with wings. He'd have spent his hour of polyjuiced bliss soaring through the skies above Hogwarts. Insert joke about fairies here.

He'd ended up as Nate Archibald instead.

"How lucky you are!" beamed Dumblenate. "Those look to be very powerful wings."

[lemondrop-party.livejournal.com]

Albus Dumbledore knew polyjuice potion. He saw people turn into other people, he noted the appearance of the punch in the cups, and yet he decided to drink some anyway. Deliberately.

It would be an adventure to see what he ended up with!

He ended up in the form of a much younger man -- no older than twenty, surely? perhaps a bit younger? He looked much less suave or preppy than Nate Archibald's usual appearance, since Dumbledore retained his crazy purple robes. His high-heeled boots were now too narrow and a bit too long in the toe, so he had to unbuckle and remove those. He carried them with him.

[monde-finis.livejournal.com]

Claire hadn't bothered wearing a costume, because she was enough decoration for any party.

Ego aside, in this case it was true. Claire was decked out in the gold microdress she'd worn on arrival to Hogwarts, with black wig and Cleopatra eye makeup to match. She picked up a drink but didn't taste it, because it was merely to complete her outfit. Claire set off to find other lively people to chat with.

"Nice boots," she told DumbleNate. He looked like somebody very interesting to talk to.

[maid-brienne.livejournal.com]

Brienne, having been issued a dare (http://community.livejournal.com/hogwarts_hocus/1695712.html?thread=90878432#t90878432), marched over to Snape Winky. She had to keep him talking for at least five minutes, while covertly making sure Jaime didn't decide to leave without renigging on ghis part of the bargain.

Unfortunately, Jaime was right. Her conversational skills were not nearly as good as her mad fighting skills.

"Excuse me, ser," she said by way of greeting, "But I was wondering... Well... What manner of creature *are* you?" As conversational gambits went, that one left a lot to be desired, but it would probably prove effective.

[methleigh.livejournal.com]

"I'm Head of the Hothpitaw Wing, I'll have you know! And when I find out who did this, they'll be thowwy they wewe ever born to pewpetwate thith outwage!" His stomach aches from the belly-flop, perhaps psychically. His manners have disappeared. "Ith thith your fauwt? Who awe you, anyway?"

Wait, this is the woman who had his form and now has Amaranth's. His predicament had distracted him. Unsurprisingly. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH LEZARD?" This comes out in plain English. Severus is beginning to return to himself.

[wh0-kill3d-m3.livejournal.com]

Laura had been waiting for this ever since she found her costume, (http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d134/per1etwo/h_h/image_resizephp.jpg) a '20s flapper dress in black and gold, with a black wig and cloche to complete the look. She entered the Great Hall, bypassing the 'refreshments,' and looked around for her date.

[lion-in-white.livejournal.com]

((because I remembered that the original Jaime had met Laura (http://community.livejournal.com/hogwarts_hocus/975512.html?thread=48158872#t48158872), and I brought him back from popcorn with mostly-full memory ...))

"Seven be blessed, a familiar face, and one not related to me at that." Jaime Lannister, costumed as a Westerosi nobleman (surprise!), came over to say hello.

[blond-bondshell.livejournal.com]

In the last few weeks, Bond had come to warm to Hogwarts as an assignment. The castle did have unique dangers, some probably more threatening than anything he'd ever come across. On the other hand, he hadn't been shot at yet, which was a nice change of pace. Besides being a boon to his professional life, his personal life had gotten much more interesting. Amaranth's sorting in particular had been refreshing, and he was hoping to see more of her soon.

He was seeing more of her now. A lot more of her.

It was enough to put him off the food or drink, although he wasn't planning on imbibing anything anyway. Something was turning the people of Hogwarts into a beautiful woman, and a few other people, and this time he was determined that his only involvement was to sit back and watch.

[contra-account.livejournal.com]

Vesper entered in a blue satin gown (http://i34.photobucket.com/albums/d134/per1etwo/h_h/b0002044_474c467cde829.jpg) and a swirling cloud of silver confetti befitting a Snow Queen, courtesy of her new seamstress. (http://contra-account.livejournal.com/1227.html)

Between the fit of the new gown and her expert makeup job, she knew she was dressed to kill, and rather regretted that the costume was only on loan. She stroked her hands down her sides to smooth the bodice, spotted her target, and sidled over.

"James. Happy Halloween," she purred. "And what are you supposed to be, pray tell?"

[lion-in-white.livejournal.com]

Jaime left the Grant-Palmer couple and headed over to the punch table. Some of the cups looked truly noxious. He chose one that smelled inoffensively sweet and appeared fluffy-white, almost dessertlike.

He wasn't going to drink it until Brienne returned from her chat with the purple being, however.

[maid-brienne.livejournal.com]

Brienne noticed Jaime and walked away from the now transformed Severus. She didn't say anything when she reached his side, just crossed her arms over her chest, cocked an eyebrow and waited for him to drink.

[lion-in-white.livejournal.com]

When he had finished his song (http://www.icompositions.com/music/song.php?sid=3970), Jaimsar blibbled off the stage in a burst of exuberant "DaaaAAAaaaaAAAA! Kashoooooo!" and other such Homsarian sounds.

No one was going to break his stride! No one was going to slow him down, oh no! He'd got to keep on moving!

At high speed his round feet took him over to the pumpkin carving table. "I'm here to flump you up!" he proclaimed to the pumpkins and possibly Meg.

[wrinklesintime.livejournal.com]

Meg had been feeling kind of sad that nobody wanted to carve (or, for that matter, paint) pumpkins with her. In her own right, she did not want to be a naked woman, or a businessman, or, for that matter, Luna.

Just as she was about to give up and go back to the library, Jaimsar showed up.

"Err... hi, Professor," Meg said, having not paid attention to the fact that there had been multiple Homsars as well. "Do you want to paint a pumpkin?" She was a little nervous about how Professor Homsar could handle sharp implements of destruction without visible arms, and so she thought perhaps it was best if he didn't.