another horrific phenomenon brought to you by the Baby Sun

[ugly-old-hat.livejournal.com]

Throughout history, many strange and sinister rains had been recorded. Rains of blood, of meat, of frogs. Rains of locusts. Rains of fire and brimstone.

But had there ever been a rain like this?

The grounds of Hogwarts were splattered with a viscous pink goo. Between the falling drops of pinkish sludge, the malevolent Baby Sun's rays continued to shine.

It was a rain of Tubby Custard. The stuff was liquid enough to be drinkable through the straws built into Tubby breakfast bowls, yet thick enough to be called a custard. And it was truly vile. Even Teletubbies, who lived on this pink goo, had been known to experience deep upset and dismay upon witnessing a Tubby Custard mess. There was something about the prospect of uncontrolled Tubby Custard that struck fear into the heart-approximating organ of a Teletubby. How much more should a human fear this glop?

The Baby Sun cooed its delight. Plants, animals, centaurs, buildings, all acquired unsightly splotches of Tubby Custard. The rain continued sporadically as the day wore on, and would not cease until the Baby Sun set for the night.

Comments

[gourmetchairman.livejournal.com]

"No." Ah, but he's only answering the bare minimum so he can get out of there and run to the nearest bath.

[derkhan.livejournal.com]

Derkhan shook her head. She should've expected tight-lipped suspicion from any denizen of this fucked-up bureaucratic hellhole. "It's okay," she tried to tell him. "It's all off the record. Everything is off the record. I don't name names."

[gourmetchairman.livejournal.com]

"No, I mean it. I don't know any scientists. You'd be better off asking in Ravenclaw."

[derkhan.livejournal.com]

She gave him a brisk nod. "Thanks for the lead." Debated giving him a name; decided against it; decided, likewise, against asking for his; was gone.

[gourmetchairman.livejournal.com]

Which was just fine for Kaga. He sprinted off for the nearest bath.