The Water Warlocks (Open Chocolate Plot, whole school)

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

They'd raced through the dungeon, Kuronue taking the West end, Kurama the East, and by the time they met up again, every water pipe in the place was glowing a different color. Some were even alight with colors that didn't even exist, or sparkled and dripped in disconcerting ways.

"Excellent," Kurama grinned, shoving his wand back into its holster. "I wonder what'll happen once the sprinklers go on in the greenhouses."

There was a long pause of contemplation.

"I think you might wanna take a day or two off work," Kuronue said, catching a distant tinkle of glass as something in that general area broke. Or, broke free.

"D'you think we might not have planned this out too carefully?" Kurama asked.

Another long pause.

“Still, you know... No need to get tentacle raped or something.” Kuronue looked oddly pleased at the possibility of such happening however. Especially since he knew it was possible.

Well, it was Kurama.

_{((OOC - Kuro socking done with mun approval. Basic chocolate plot rules apply, all the water in the school is magicked, cursed, charmed, and so forth, all with different effects up to the mun. Have fun!))}

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[hunter-returns.livejournal.com]

Sam had been too preoccupied with his thoughts to notice that the hot shower he was enjoying turned an odd, sparkly blue color. He reached for the towel and wondered just why they were so damned huge. He wasn't that tall, no matter what Dean insisted.

When he reached for his clothes, he realized something was terribly wrong.

A scrawny, six year old Sam Winchester left the baths, wrapped in an oversized shirt and towel.

"Dean? Dad?" He called in a small voice.

[i-shot-a-dick.livejournal.com]

Dean picked about the worst time possible to wash his hands, but by the time it was said and done, he had no clue what had happened. What he did know was that Sammy, didn't sound quite like Sammy should. He knew that "Dean? Dad?" call, real well. But he hadn't heard it in a couple years, it was usually a more angry tone with Sam any more at this age, at least if he talked about Dad.

Dean shrugged his shoulders, maybe some thing had scared him he thought and shut the water off, drying his hands if he had stopped to think about it, Dean would realize that just a few moments before he hadn't been seventeen years old, but he was now.

Either way he headed in to the hall and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw not twelve year old Sam, but six year old "Sammy...did you get in to Dad's stuff?"

[hunter-returns.livejournal.com]

"Dean!" Sam ran down the hall towards his brother, nearly tripping on the oversized shirt and towel. He looked older than Sam remembered, but it was still his brother and that was enough for him. While Sam didn't quite throw his arms around his brother, he did stand very close.

"No," he said indignantly. "I know m'not supposed to touch Dad's stuff. It's dangerous." That mantra had been drummed into both of the boys at a very young age. "I got out of the bath and.." he looked around, his eyes wide.

"Dean.. where are we?"

[woocha.livejournal.com]

NO NO I DON'T WANT A BATH! Wishbone said, struggling against the house elf that was trying to bathe him.

In the end, the house elf did get him in the bath.

And promptly squeaked in shock when a boy popped out.

Wishbone looked down at himself. "COOL!"

After a struggle to clothe himself (cause he did remember people had been cross with him when he was naked), Wishbone set out.

[hunter-returns.livejournal.com]

A confused Sam smiled at the little boy. "Hi," he said, waving a sleeve that flopped over his hand. "I'm Sam."

[woocha.livejournal.com]

"I'm Wishbone!" Wishbone said. "I'm usually a dog, but the water was hexed I think, so I'm human right now!"

[vislor-turlough.livejournal.com]

He had only wanted to wash his hands...

After a walk with Artemis, Turlough needed to wash his hands, so he did. Had he been paying attention he would have noticed the water was pink.

He did notice, however, when his hands suddenly became more feminine. Turlough checked himself. Maid outfit? Check. Breasts? Check.

Cat ears? Check.

"GODDAMNIT LEZARD!" Turlough cried.

[arrogantmage.livejournal.com]

"You rang?"

Lezard bloop!ed into visible existence. Only once he saw (1) who'd said his name, and (2) where he was, he immediately regretted ever having cast a spell that alerted him to anyone uttering his name and summoning him to the spot. (He'd created the spell for the Shoggies' use, mainly.)

Cue epic facepalm. Like, a literal facepalm, Lezard striking his forehead with the heel of his gloved palm.

"Do not think for one moment I did this. To you."

[igorofmalaria.livejournal.com]

Igor was dizzy and staggering at this point. He grabbed the wall to steady himself. But it was just a temporary thing. He was totally in control, really. The dizziness was nothing.

"Excuse me?" He caught sight of the pink-eared catgirl. "You're kind of cute, you know."

[ringo-raver.livejournal.com]

Now Ryuk was just flying around, minding his own business, for once. Shame he flew under a leaking pipe and a red drop fell on his head.

Ryuk tumbled on the floor.

"HEY!" He yelled. After trying to fly again, he looked down and realized he was human again.

A grin broke out.

"Now. Where's Maddie?" Ryuk said, the now-human shinigami walking to find his favorite chew toy.

[righteous-pen.livejournal.com]

And in Hufflepuff, there was another confused young boy, eight years old and wearing his own school uniform, complete with the badge pinned to his shirt declaring him class representative.

Teru shivered, looking anxiously around him. He remembered, vaguely, as if it had been a dream, that he'd been here once before. And ...it had been bad, he'd done something bad. Someone had told him.

[chasteasaknife.livejournal.com]

Castiza had noticed an odd orangey shimmer in the water, but not until she'd almost finished bathing. It was worrying, but she hadn't noticed anything amiss, and gone on with her day.

She wasn't the sort to ignore an unhappy-looking unattended child, though.

"Like, are you okay? I totally did not know there were any kids here. Are you, like, lost?"

...what?

[thefuturemrpond.livejournal.com]

Rory was just brushing his teeth, that was all, and suddenly felt ...wrong. He looked down at the sink, to find the water running blue and sparkling which couldn't be normal even here, and then up into the mirror. He didn't look any different, but there was -

- oh no. No. Not again.

He focused on his hand, and it split open, revealing the barrel of a gun. But... that had never even happened now, the Auton Rory had never existed, this didn't make any sense.

...as if sense mattered?

[i-shot-a-dick.livejournal.com]

Dean had been washing his hands and humming Metallica, distracted by the song in his head the hunter didn't even notice as the water changed colors, shutting it off he reached over and dried his hands off.

Dean ran the damp towel down his face and for a moment just blinked, he looked like okay, yet for some reason the hunter had a feeling some thing wasn't right. Too bad he couldn't realize that the problem was he looked like him, just several years before as a seventeen year old boy.

"Man, I need to get more sleep, I'm losin' it."

[shiny-mech.livejournal.com]

There was a crash outside the door and the sound of a young woman swearing colorfully in another language. Kaylee was trying to pick herself up while her tools continuted to skitter just out of her reach.

"Ai yah tien ah!" she muttered. "Stop for a drink and I go an' start droppin everything."

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

He hadn't realized it would go this far. Neither of them had. But when he'd run into the greenhouses just to be sure that a few very experimental and extremely dangerous plants were ungrown, it had taken them the better part of an hour to get things all sorted.

And a few minutes after that to realize that they'd become a them.

Kurama stared. "Oh,"

"...Shit," Youko concluded. He then put his hands to his face, earls, even going so far to grab at his tail. His red-haired demi-doppleganger didn't do any of those things, only stood and stared with the elbow of one hand cupped in the other, chin resting on the remaining fist.

"I think we might have gone a little too far this time," Kurama said, staring at himself with a kind of fascinated worry.

"I think you worry too much," Youko growled back. "There's two of us now, for however long. What's the first thing running though your mind?"

A grin of lascivious evil passed between them. Yes, it was the same thought, provided they didn't get tripped up by anyone on the way. Find Kusuriyuri, and lock the three of them in a room until the spell wore off. Or longer.

Provided of course, they could get to him before he had to wash his hands, or have a drink of water, or it got particularly damp in the Divination tower.

It was a struggle as both of them shot for the greenhouse door at once, pushing shoving and cursing themselves until they made it out and sprinted into the castle.

[prettypendulum.livejournal.com]

Kuronue did a double take, looking down the hall they'd both--BOTH?!--sprinted down, blinking. "Wh-hey!"

For once, he wasn't a woman.

He was, oddly enough, human.

[soldierfair.livejournal.com]

If anyone was willing to listen, Zack Fair was in distress.

He'd gone to the bathroom, washed his hands... and then he'd gone completely blind. Yes, he'd taken a moment to go through an esuna, a remedy , eye drops and even tried a healing materia just in case, but nothing seemed to work. He was blind, and he didn't know where he was, and he felt a bit of a tit for all that.

Groping along the stalls he made it to the bathroom door (which was really a storage closet) and began calling for help. Until a broom fell on him.

[prettypendulum.livejournal.com]

Kuronue had, so far, resisted the desire to drink.

Which was kind of bad because it was only then he realised how much water went into everything. Going to the bathrooms was probably a bad idea when he didn't know exactly what result he'd get but hey, worth a shot.

And then he saw Zack groping at a broom. "Uh, Zack?" he called, nearing and tilting his head at him a little as he placed a hand on his shoulder.

[fantastic-nine.livejournal.com]

The Doctor had been distracted by making two different Solstice gifts and didn’t realize the cup of tea he had poured was a very odd color. He looked down at the cup and noticed the sparkling purple remnants and frowned. “Oh dear,” he muttered before feeling a great psychic tearing and the world going dark around him.

He woke a few minutes later, his head aching.

When he rose and stalked down the hall, it was not as the Doctor. He was the Oncoming Storm, the Dark Lord that the Daleks feared, and where he walked, worlds burned.

[theregothedrums.livejournal.com]

After his encounter with spelled chocolates, the Master had developed a certain extra wariness; he'd managed to avoid any unwanted bewitchment. He'd been checking the Popcorn plaque again, and eyeing new applicants. It seemed important to keep an eye on that sort of thing.

He wasn't entirely surprised to see the Doctor... he'd half begun to suspect there was something about this place that facilitated 'chance meetings'.

Possibly that was just perception bias. Either way, he meant to take advantage.

"Going somewhere important?"

[herlivinglegacy.livejournal.com]

Sephiroth was beginning to understand the utter strangeness of the school. As well as closets that spat clothes out at him and elves that gave him cold looks when he declined their sweets and insistences that he needed to get out of his room more, Sephiroth had come to expect certain things.

This was not one of them.

He gaped a little down at his chest, let loose a high-pitched horrified cry when he looked down a little further past his waist.

Struggling to find his centre of gravity for a moment, and one argument with his wardrobe later, Sephiroth was making his way down the halls, irritated, hair still wet, ill-fitting clothes sticking to curves that shouldn't exist. A grey, button up shirt he'd had to roll the sleeves up on and jeans that seemed too small. He kept his arms crossed over his chest, trying his damnedest to hide the fact that the cold was making his nipples hard and he hadn't been granted a bra--not that he'd know how to put one on anyway.

Sephiroth was in search of answers. Or a way to reverse it.

[prettypendulum.livejournal.com]

"REFUND!" he screamed at the tap in the kitchens, flailing his arms a little.

"I WANT ONE!" Taking a frying pan, Kuronue began to attempt to smash the tap to bits, something that should have been easy with one hand, and yet all his strength barely made the thing budge.

"Fuck," he swore, taking the pan with him as he wandered out of the kitchen and down the halls rather listlessly. He felt less of a man, somehow, without his wings, without his hearing, sight or strength.

He was human.

[kingbandit.livejournal.com]

Jing had come to the kitchen to steal something to eat. He knew quite well the house elves wouldn't say anything, but there was a fat man who demanded very good food, so he'd take some of that. Before he could enter, though, he heard the cries for a refund. He was about to open the door before they opened. He paused, expecting to be seen, following when he wasn't.

[chinasorrows.livejournal.com]

China had her eyes closed as the water ran over her naked body. She was alone in the Slytherin shower room, music playing softly from a radio by the sinks. She was getting better with using the facility, when she first sought out the bathroom after her unorthodox 'enrolement' into Hogwarts, she waited until the late hours so as to be alone. With the return of her confidence came a lack of interest in anyone seeing her. Seriously, who hadn't seen a woman's parts in this place? As she washed away the conditioner from her hair and eyes, she had no clue of the sudden change in the water, nor the coloured pulse that admitted from the shower head. She sighed, the sound suddenly sounding odd to her. She must be coming down with something, again. The sicknesses in this world were horrible. She pulled back the curtain, stepped out onto the bathmat and reached for her towel.

It was then that she noticed the difference, and met it with a scream.

As soon as it left her lips she noticed its deep, gravel quality and clapped her hands over her mouth. With no hands supporting the towel, it sooner fell to the floor. She wasn't a woman anymore, she was a man. A naked man, in a public bathroom, with every inch of her spontaneously muscular body on display. Feeling what now resided between her legs, she covered it with a hand, and as soon as touch made everything real, the sheer impossibility of this transformation paralyzed her to the spot.