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marvelousfacets.livejournal.com

Waking up feeling as though one has just stepped out from a vat of warm butter is a very curious sensation. Waking up feeling as though one has just stepped out from a vat of warm butter for the second time in one's life is stranger still.

After a quick pat down to make sure that he was still intact, or as intact as he last recalled himself being, Jonathan Teatime looked around the vaguely familiar, butter-scented room he found himself in. There was little in said room beyond giant kernels of popcorn in even larger glass boxes, but Teatime had seen far stranger things on the bottom of his shoe (often after taking a walk around the Unseen University). Nothing so terribly odd about over-sized seeds.

What was odd was that he remembered being here before, and remembered remembering as well.

There was a strange sort of layering of memories tucked neatly away in the ~~pop~~corn maze of his mind, foggy then distant then crystal clear as he rifled back through them. There were... shards, flickers of a name just out of reach and the taste of cherries. Then little more than impressions, tiny blips of an office and of plans and that name again, why couldn't he remember that name? Then there was a sword through his chest and that, that he remembered clearly.

Teatime wiped the worst of the butter off of his clothes. Staying put wasn't going to make any of this clearer, and those giant kernels did not interest him. He slipped on a smile and out of the room, choosing a direction at random to begin wandering.

arrogantmage.livejournal.com

"You know nothing, Jon Snow!"

In all his studies of arcane lore, in all the vast array of knowledge that the (VP-verse) Philosopher's Stone had granted him, how was it that Lezard never learned the nature of those fateful words?

In a trice, he was popcorn, with a bemused Jon Snow sniffing the buttery wind left in his wake.

When he awoke, shedding a kernel unusually scorched (did the Hat burn him in some malfunctioning microwave?), the mage would recall nothing of Hogwarts save what he had already known. Nothing of Mio, nothing of Amaranth, nothing of Steff. Nothing of the Death Worm he'd unleashed upon the school. Nothing of the dog plants and plant-dogs he'd devised.

In short, everyone else would have the advantage over him — Lenneth Valkyrie first and foremost among them.

brainsickbarbie.livejournal.com

(This unpopcorning was approved by fellow DCU players.)

She was saturated in melted butter, it trickled down her curves, getting lost under her corset and waistband. Rivulets past the tattoo on her exposed hip, and it looked like the Clown Prince was poised to lick it from her skin. She lifted a heavy hand, a six inch colt python at home in her palm. Butter drooled from the barrel, she released the cylinder and examined the bullets awaiting her command. She flicked her wrist, shutting the cylinder with a harsh click. Harley Quinn popped the gum in her mouth.

"Puddin', I'm home."

wombatminer.livejournal.com

((Digger is taken from after the end of the comic with the assumption she made it home ok; she has vague memories of Hogwarts but nothing specific.))

Digger had thought she was done waking up in ridiculous circumstances, but clearly, this wasn't the case, because in a strange place, surrounded by giant popcorn and covered in butter was ridiculous by anyone's measure. She sighed, facepalming, and then spent a moment furiously trying to wipe melted butter from her eye.

Well, no point crying over cracked marble (or errant dairy products, for that matter) - despite the butter, it didn't seem that anyone was trying to eat her, which was always a plus in Digger's book. And the stonework here was of solid quality, always a good sign - although she couldn't quite shake the feeling that it was somehow familiar. The wombat paused for a moment to extract a stick of chalk from her pack, marked a neat arrow next to the door of the popcorn room, and started along the passageway. Maybe she'd run into someone reasonable, although honestly, Digger wasn't holding out much hope on that score. As likely as not, there would probably be gods involved in a situation like this.

2muchxposition.livejournal.com

((They'll be sharing the same journal. I've already discussed this with the mods.))

Little Sally was shocked to discover that she had woken up in a room full of large puffed kernels. She couldn't remember where she was, or how she had gotten there. All she remembered was coming to that school with Officer Lockstock. She looked about frantically, trying to discover where she was. Her eyes fell on Officer Lockstock, who was sitting beside her, and she smiled with relief.
"Officer Lockstock!" she shouted, and he jumped. Little Sally didn't appear to notice. "Where are we?" she asked, panicking. "And what are those little puffy things?"
Officer Lockstock scratched his head. "Come to think of it, Little Sally, I haven't got a clue where we are. Or how we got here." He looked around at the popcorn kernels. "I believe we're in a room full of...popcorn."
"Popcorn?" Little Sally glanced around in confusion. She turned back to him. "Well can we eat it?"
He looked suspiciously at the popcorn. "Y'now, something tells me that's not a good idea."
Little Sally pouted before examining her arm, face twisting with confusion.
"Why am I covered with butter?"

bruisedbird.livejournal.com

[Unpopcorning approved by fellow DCU mun; Zatanna Zatara. Without past memories.]

Dick Grayson was saturated in melted butter and, suffice it to say, his expression was one of dubious reflection. "Butter, huh? That's a new one." The one upside was in the reassurance that it was not blood and sweat that matted his hair, or dug rivulets down his cheek. In that, he was thankful. But that still left the bigger picture: where the hell was he?

[Nightwing is pre-crisis and before the "Battle for the Cowl" story arc.]

iceberg-boy.livejournal.com

<small>((Unpopping approved by AtLA muns))</small>

Aang opened his eyes to see himself surrounded by large puffed corn kernels, a special treat he remembered indulging in occasionally during fire nation festivals with Kuzon when he was travelling. He had a flash panic; where was he? Katara, Sokka, Appa and Momo were no where in sight. He saw no fire nation insignias, which calmed him down slightly, but there still remained a sense of mystery to his whereabouts at the moment. What were these puffed kernels doing here? No one seemed to be eating them. He saw a piece of ethed metal mounted on the wall; a list of some sort. He wasn't sure he recognized any of the characters, which was even more unsettling. There were no icebergs around this time; he certainly hadn't been frozen.

But for some particular reason...he was rather wet. Aang looked over his clothes, which were a tone darker than their usual one. What exactly was he covered in? He sniffed the back of his right hand; it wasn't really anything he could recognize. His curiousity finally getting to him, Aang tenatively licked the back of his hand. The young airbender's eyebrows shot up with a realization that may have made or broken his potential capture and holding.

“I...I'm delicious!” He vocalized, eyebrows higher up on his forehead than ever before in surprise, and then set in determination. This mysterious deliciousness was certainly a conundrum, but it wasn't anything the Avatar couldn't solve!

<small>((Is there a tag for Aang? Mun couldn't find one.))</small>

blue-weirdo.livejournal.com

*Gonzo jerks from an extended session swimming deep in his unconscious to full consciousness, similarly surreal*

HEY!!! I'm drenched in BUTTER!!! Somebody HUG ME, or roll me across a GIANT EAR OF CORN!!!

*looks around expectantly at the empty stone hallways*

Current Mood: awake
Current Location: outside the great hall
Current Music: "The Limburger Waltz" by Salieri

hernes-son.livejournal.com

Without warning, he returned.

Time held little meaning in the Great Forest. All Robin knew was that he had been here, to this place, this… Hogwarts… before. How long ago and what had happened to him here was unclear, his memory of those days hazy at best.

Now he found himself in a room full of… somethings. Deliciously scented, buttery white puffs. His stomach rumbled and he raised a hand to pat his midsection, finding his tunic unaccountably greasy. And not just his tunic. He looked down in surprise.

Robin cocked a brow. Was he, himself, covered in… butter?

onefootinhades.livejournal.com

Dean didn't even remember passing out, or falling asleep. In fact, there was a lot he didn't remember. Why he was in a room surrounded by popcorn and covered in butter might have been at the top of the list, but there was a rather large blank spot in his memory that was worrying him.

Grunting in disapproval and brushing a few stray pieces of popcorn off of his lap and started to get to his feet. Unfortunately Dean hadn't anticipated just how slippery all that butter had made everything and soon found himself back on the floor. After several unsuccessful attempt to stand Dean started to get a little frustrated.

"Oh come on! Seriously?"

tenofgallifrey.livejournal.com

[Wakes up in a very strange room, even by his standards. Popcorn everywhere. He blinks and runs a hand through his hair, wondering how on Earth he wound up here and realizes his hair is very... slick. In fact so is the rest of him. It smells like.. He sniffs and then puts a finger in his mouth. Butter, He's absolutely covered in butter. Interesting.
The Doctor gets to his feet and takes a good look around the room. His stomach growls, empty as it's ever bveeen but for some reason it seems like a good idea not to eat anything in here. Absently licking his fingers again he wades through the mess and for the door.]

Hullo?

Current Mood: confused

wineandleather.livejournal.com

The girl who appeared in the popcorn room is unusual, even by Hogwarts standards. It's hard to describe her, as her appearance shifts and changes - no two people are likely to see her the same way, although they might all agree afterwards on a few things. Her hair might float about her head, many-coloured, or be cropped short. Her clothes are mismatched and strangely fitting (and tend to involve fishnet stockings or gloves, for some reason). The only really consistent thing is her eyes, one green with silver flecks, one blue.

And, of course, right now she was drenched in butter.

Delirium looked about herself, wide eyed. "Ooooh. This is exactly not where I was planning to be. I think. But it's very interesting, don't you think, doggie? "

Nobody answered. She frowned, and looked down, to find herself alone apart from two or three tiny iridescent mice she'd created earlier and forgotten about. They ran up her skirt and disappeared again. "Doggie? Barnabas? "

Still calling, she wandered out into the corridor. "Hello? "

((Permission granted from Death-mun. If your character is or has been insane, on large amounts of drugs, or otherwise, well, delirious, feel free to recognise her ;). And let me know if you'd like her to recognise or know slightly too much about them - she can be very perceptive, but she's also forgetful and easily distracted, as you'd expect, really... ETA: Sandman is one of those 'all myths are true'-type canons, so any gods and goddesses or similar beings are also free to know her or know of her. Or not, if you prefer. Background info.))

finbarwrong.livejournal.com

((Unpopping approved. Same mun, same account.))

This was a whole new experience for Finbar, and that was saying something. He had experimented with all kinds of psychedelic paraphernalia, but to suddenly wake up like this? Well, it was funky to say the least.

"Duuude," he mused. "I'm, like ... totally covered in butter."

Sopping from head to toe in the liquidised spread, he misguidedly flung his hair back to shift the lock of hair from his eye, having been too lazy to relocate it by hand. This lead his butter-caked hair to slap across his face, splaying across his features with a myriad of grotesque sound-effects.

Finbar grunted.

5by5-lehane.livejournal.com

The door to the popcorn room flew open with a bang and out stalked a curvy brunette, covered in butter and looking none too pleased with the situation. Faith Lehane looked down at herself and scowled. Her favorite leather jacket was ruined. Not to mention her jeans and the new slinky top she had borrowed ~~swiped~~ from Buffy’s closet the day before. Perfect.

The Slayer folded her arms and tapped one booted foot as she looked around. “All right, Red. Not funny. Now c’mon, make with the magic and get rid of this crap.” When there was no reply, her frown deepened. “Wil?” She didn’t recognize her surroundings, and she could pick up no sign of her friends. Come to think of it, she didn’t know of anyone who was cliché enough to operate out of a castle.

Faith checked the inside pockets of her jacket. She was relieved to see she still had two wooden stakes, and a wickedly curved knife in a sheath at the small of her back. In a better mood now that she realized she was still armed, she strode purposefully down the hall, ready to find anyone who could explain where she was, how she got there and that they’d better be able to get butter out of leather.

bitmagnificent.livejournal.com

As was wont to happen, there was an uneasy rumble amidst a mass of popcorn. It shifted, and heaved, and spewed forth a spindly-looking man in a tattered suit before settling again. He staggered to his feet, shook his head, and then stopped.

Blink. Glance. Sniff.

Something was wrong. Incredibly wrong, in fact. He could have sworn he was reaching specifically for the handle in order to let Wilf out... but the door was now conspicuously absent. As was the entire chamber, really, the office, the headquarters, the... probably the world. Well, maybe not the world. He didn't feel quite out of phase, not in the cosmic sense, at least. He was still on Earth - an Earth. But something was wrong.

He had absolutely no idea where he was. This was a corridor he was sure he'd never seen in his lives, much less been in. Everything was a bit weird. The dimensions of the walls, the air itself, the smells around him. He hopped experimentally... nope, not regenerated. Still him, easy.

Out came the screwdriver. Environment stable, solid, good, but no signal from the TARDIS. And what was more, a strange substance...

...

"Butter!" he exclaimed indignantly. "And it's not even real! What in - why would someone teleport you and dump butter on your head?" He took an annoyed step forward... and slipped on the greasy sole of his shoe, landing squarely on his bottom with a grunt. "I've been dipped in it! Did you dip me?" he shouted at the air. "WHO TELEPORTS A MAN AND DIPS HIM IN BUTTER?"

redunderwearman.livejournal.com

[[I promise to keep the fourth wall awareness to a minimum. And vague enough that the others will just think he's nuts, lol.]]

It was a normal day in the popcorn room, and by normal I mean that there are bunches of popcorn kernels in there.

There was a kernel, though, that was shaking back and forth, slowly at first, but then more, before it finally burst.

A flash of light zapped around the room before stopping and dissipating to reveal a blue man in red tights.

"HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HOGWARTS!"

Yes, everyone's favorite superteen, Freakazoid, has returned to Hogwarts.

Freakazoid looked down at his butter covered self. "So this is what it feels like to be pancakes. I could go for some!"

mad-glory.livejournal.com

The popcorn shifted, a bit more violently than usual, and a tallish, attractive blonde woman in a bright red dress appeared in the room, thoroughly doused with butter.

"Ew," she said, nose wrinkling as she surveyed herself and the room. "What's with the retro pantry motif? What the Hell's Gentle Ben been getting into this time?" She paused, considering the butter. "Gotta admit, I didn't think he had it in him to be this kinky. Go Benny." She sighed and raised her voice slightly. "All right, you scabby little maggots, where are you hiding now? Jinx! Murk! Dreg even! Front and center!"

Receiving no answer, she scowled, pacing in a small circle. "That's the problem with sycophantic minion hordes these days," she said out loud to herself, aggrieved. "You try for a little me-time and they're all over you like scabies, but the minute you actually need a round of good ol'-fashioned craven fawning, the li'l cockroaches up and disappear on you." She flailed her hands momentarily in agitation. "So not fair! I paid good money for that motivational flaying program! Argh! Well, fine..."

Grumbling, she stripped out of the buttered dress, revealing a second, completely clean one underneath, and shook the butter out of her hair with an impatient gesture, flinging the soiled garment carelessly over the nearest wall sconce. "Hello! Goddess in the house! What's a deity gotta do to get a snack around here?"

She stepped up to the doorway, planting her hands on her shapely hips and peering around the hallway with a businesslike air. "Somebody in this joint's gotta have a brain worth eating..."

endlessgoth.livejournal.com

There was a distant sound of wings rustling as the popcorn room began to shift. A pale, pretty young woman appeared, dressed in a black tank top, jeans and wearing a simple silver ankh around her neck. She looked down to see that she was completely covered in butter. Dragging a finger down a pale arm she shook her head with a slightly amused, if exasperated smile.

“Sweetie, I know you’re happy to see me, but haven’t we talked about these odd welcomes?” Her sister, Delirium always came up with strange ways to welcome her family when they visited. The last time it had rained fish, so she probably shouldn’t complain.

A small frown creased her forehead. This wasn’t her sister’s realm. A strange magic field pressed at her, dampening some of her power. Death tapped a finger against her chin, wondering where she had felt that before. It was familiar.. but distantly so.

((Death from the Endless guides everyone on to the next world after they die. Her omniscent nature is obviously going to be dampened. Feel free to have the dead remember or not remember her at will!))

captian-smexy.livejournal.com

The Popcorn room shifted and with a resounding *bang* - another student returned to Hogwarts.

Captain Jack Harkness fell to the floor with a groan. He flopped over onto his back and examined the device strapped to his wrist. Before he could open it, he examined his hands. What the.. ?

"Grease? No.. butter?" He closed his eyes and called out, "If you were going to show me a good time, the least you could do was let me remember it!"

****edited, some threads are now nsfw because well, it is Jack after all!**))

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Entries tagged with unpopcorning

The (Second) Unpopping of Teatime ((open RP!))

closed one-shot (w/ permission from Jon Snow-mun)

Harley Quinn (Batman: Arkham City Companion Comic Series)

The Unpopping of a Wombat ((open rp))

Unpopcorning Officer Lockstock and Little Sally (Urinetown)

Unpopcorning Dick Grayson as Nightwing (DC Universe - Open)

Unpopcorning Aang (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

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Unpopcorning Robin of Loxley (Robin of Sherwood)

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Unpopping the Doctor

unpopping Delirium from The Sandman

Finbar Wrong in "Duude, I'm totally buttered." [Skulduggery Pleasant, Open RP]

Get some, get gone, get.. buttered? ((unpopping Faith, BtVS canon))

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The Unpopping of Freakazoid.

Glory unpops ((BtVS))

Unpopping Death ((from Gaiman's Endless))

Butter any one? ((Dean Winchester goes pop, open roleplay))

Here comes Trouble ((unpopping, Captain Jack Harkness, open RP))