06-18-2015, 07:54 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-22-2015, 08:09 PM by Grumblesnakes.
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Once upon a time, Grumblesnakes had been an optimist, an idealist, a young fairy with bright eyes and hope for the future (despite a rather grumpy-sounding name…). He’d wanted to make the world a better place, one child at a time. That was why he’d enrolled in Fairy Godparent University – to make a difference. Five minutes with his first godchild, a spoiled little brat named Nerissa, and all those hopes and dreams had turned to cinders. Why the devil he’d been assigned to her, he would never know. Her parents gave their little princess everything she could ever want, even before she asked for it. Well. Except for one thing. Her birthday wish.
A pony.
Of course she wanted a pony. Who didn’t want a cute, chubby little pony with whiskers that would tickle her face when it nuzzled her, great big sparking brown eyes full of mischief, and a sense of adventure? HE wanted a pony, even! But alas, young Nerissa was allergic to horses, to hay, probably to fun. Maybe that was why she was such a miserable little—uh, so and so. Still. She was hardly used to hearing the word no, even if it WAS for her own good. She whined, she cried, she begged, she screamed, all to no avail. And then? Then she WISHED. And right up until that moment, he was free to let her have her little tantrum. Right up until she threw around the W-word. Especially on her birthday, he couldn’t refuse a WISH. He had to make it come true. Somehow.
Where exactly was he supposed to get a hypoallergenic pony anyh—oh. Ohhhh, now that was an idea! Grumblesnakes had a buddy from University who had liked to brag, when they were deep in their cups and telling their tallest tales and their biggest lies, about how he’d banged the elusive Beqanna Fairy, keeper of the magic land of misfit ponies. Grumblesnakes was willing to wager any action Stumbleduck had gotten was purely of the imaginary variety—which, really, was what Stumbleduck was the best at anyhow, the dirty little scoundrel. But pseudo-conquests aside, there was a world chock full of ponies. No one would miss a few if he snuck in and stole them, right? A little magic, and he’d have them hypoallergenic alright! And real pretty, too. Just the ponies that wretched Nerissa dreamed of, if maybe a little smaller than she’d like.
She never said the ponies had to be full-size.
Grumblesnakes closed his eyes and reached out with his magic, chanting the name of his destination in his head. Beqanna. Beqanna. Beqanna. And when he opened his eyes, he was Elsewhere. And Elsewhere was up to its neck in ponies. Excellent. He flew around, cloaked in magic, and reached out to horses at random, touching them on the forehead and sending them instantly into a deep sleep. Each one shrank down, and each one he tucked into his backpack, flying throughout the world and grabbing one or two everywhere he went, careful never to take too many at once. This one from an oasis in the middle of a desert, that one from a canyon with a fascinating cave just waiting to be explored--well, it would have to keep waiting! These two from the depths of a jungle--one mid-leap, the other mid-wander. On and on he went until his backpack was full. And when there was no room left, not even for a teeny tiny falabella with more sass than sense, off he flew back to the meadow he’d started in. There was a faint shimmer still in the air where he’d come through, a cloud of glittering rainbow dust to mark his passage. And when he walked into the shimmering cloud, he found himself back home. With a few new friends for the...sweet-tempered Nerissa. Once he got them all polished up, anyhow.
Grumblesnakes took the sleeping horses out of his backpack one by one, waving his hands over each in turn, muttering a few magic words and throwing a handful of glittering fairy dust on them. And when they were all prettied up he took them to Nerissa’s playroom and hid them in her toybox with all her other toys. She’d be home soon, and good luck to the poor suckers then.
~*~*~
Alright. Wakey wakey. Welcome to the toybox. Each of you has been transformed into a plastic toy pony (for mental image, google My Little Pony Generation 3. You are not, of course, MLP toys. That would probably be copyright infringement or something. This is purely for visualization purposes…). Congratulations, you’re adorable! And lucky you, you can still move. Because ~*~*~magic!~*~*~ However. You’re trapped in a giant box with just about every toy under the sun. Some of them don’t look too great, though. Maybe whoever plays with them plays a little rough. Missing limbs, missing hair, broken pieces…you might not want to be around when she gets back. Bust out of the toybox, and do it fast. Oh, and one last thing. Every toy you touch will come to life, and will stay that way ‘til the box is open. And not all of them are friendly. Have fun! Stop when you get the lid open. Good luck! You have 48 hours.
Also all of you can keep your normal eye color or pick a new one from the colors you are now.
As before, any questions can be directed to the cbox if I’m around, or to me on the OOC board. Good luck, and have fun!
Questions so far:
A pony.
Of course she wanted a pony. Who didn’t want a cute, chubby little pony with whiskers that would tickle her face when it nuzzled her, great big sparking brown eyes full of mischief, and a sense of adventure? HE wanted a pony, even! But alas, young Nerissa was allergic to horses, to hay, probably to fun. Maybe that was why she was such a miserable little—uh, so and so. Still. She was hardly used to hearing the word no, even if it WAS for her own good. She whined, she cried, she begged, she screamed, all to no avail. And then? Then she WISHED. And right up until that moment, he was free to let her have her little tantrum. Right up until she threw around the W-word. Especially on her birthday, he couldn’t refuse a WISH. He had to make it come true. Somehow.
Where exactly was he supposed to get a hypoallergenic pony anyh—oh. Ohhhh, now that was an idea! Grumblesnakes had a buddy from University who had liked to brag, when they were deep in their cups and telling their tallest tales and their biggest lies, about how he’d banged the elusive Beqanna Fairy, keeper of the magic land of misfit ponies. Grumblesnakes was willing to wager any action Stumbleduck had gotten was purely of the imaginary variety—which, really, was what Stumbleduck was the best at anyhow, the dirty little scoundrel. But pseudo-conquests aside, there was a world chock full of ponies. No one would miss a few if he snuck in and stole them, right? A little magic, and he’d have them hypoallergenic alright! And real pretty, too. Just the ponies that wretched Nerissa dreamed of, if maybe a little smaller than she’d like.
She never said the ponies had to be full-size.
Grumblesnakes closed his eyes and reached out with his magic, chanting the name of his destination in his head. Beqanna. Beqanna. Beqanna. And when he opened his eyes, he was Elsewhere. And Elsewhere was up to its neck in ponies. Excellent. He flew around, cloaked in magic, and reached out to horses at random, touching them on the forehead and sending them instantly into a deep sleep. Each one shrank down, and each one he tucked into his backpack, flying throughout the world and grabbing one or two everywhere he went, careful never to take too many at once. This one from an oasis in the middle of a desert, that one from a canyon with a fascinating cave just waiting to be explored--well, it would have to keep waiting! These two from the depths of a jungle--one mid-leap, the other mid-wander. On and on he went until his backpack was full. And when there was no room left, not even for a teeny tiny falabella with more sass than sense, off he flew back to the meadow he’d started in. There was a faint shimmer still in the air where he’d come through, a cloud of glittering rainbow dust to mark his passage. And when he walked into the shimmering cloud, he found himself back home. With a few new friends for the...sweet-tempered Nerissa. Once he got them all polished up, anyhow.
Grumblesnakes took the sleeping horses out of his backpack one by one, waving his hands over each in turn, muttering a few magic words and throwing a handful of glittering fairy dust on them. And when they were all prettied up he took them to Nerissa’s playroom and hid them in her toybox with all her other toys. She’d be home soon, and good luck to the poor suckers then.
Alright. Wakey wakey. Welcome to the toybox. Each of you has been transformed into a plastic toy pony (for mental image, google My Little Pony Generation 3. You are not, of course, MLP toys. That would probably be copyright infringement or something. This is purely for visualization purposes…). Congratulations, you’re adorable! And lucky you, you can still move. Because ~*~*~magic!~*~*~ However. You’re trapped in a giant box with just about every toy under the sun. Some of them don’t look too great, though. Maybe whoever plays with them plays a little rough. Missing limbs, missing hair, broken pieces…you might not want to be around when she gets back. Bust out of the toybox, and do it fast. Oh, and one last thing. Every toy you touch will come to life, and will stay that way ‘til the box is open. And not all of them are friendly. Have fun! Stop when you get the lid open. Good luck! You have 48 hours.
- Erebor: You are a deep wine red, with a mane and tail striped navy blue and very dark green.
- Syl: You are amethyst-purple ombring (pretend it’s a verb) on your legs through royal blue to dark green, and you have those same blue and green colors in your mane and tail.
- Erling: You are now bright pink, with royal blue and mint green mane and tail stripes. You still turn everyone you touch grey during the quest, except for your fellow questers.
- Sinder: Surprise! You are teal, with pink and blue striped mane and tail.
- Speck: You are now orange that fades ombre-style on your legs into yellow, with yellow and lime green striped mane and tail.
- Dagny: You are now navy blue fading to pomeroy blue on your legs (again, all ombre-style, because I’m so creative) and a sunshine yellow mane and tail.
- Munroe: You are green, with black and blue striped mane and tail.
- Engelsfors: You are burgundy that changes to blood red on your lower legs, and you have a black mane and tail, both striped with red.
- Smother: You are…uh, a pastel minty-green color? Is what the first one looks like. With a mane and tail striped in…dark purple and like baby blue? Those three colors you picked. If I misinterpreted the hex codes, let me know, because you did say no green.
- Wichita: You are soft pastel yellow, with robin’s egg blue and pale lavender striped mane and tail.
- Sleaze: You are dark purple, with black and bright pink striped mane and tail. And despite being plastic, your knees are still bare and skin-toned.
- Shannisoran: You are now pale silver that fades into teal down your legs, with a little bit of dusky purple along your topline that blends into the pale silver, and with teal and dusky purple striped mane and tail.
- Shaytan: You are maroon, with a blue and white striped mane and tail.
- Malis: You are indigo, indigo, indigo! With a gold mane and tail that fade ombre-style into fuchsia. And okay, more indigo by way of a few thin stripes in your mane and tail.
- Ephrelle: You are now purple, with Slytherin-style green and silver-striped mane and tail. Except, you know, not Slytherin green. Which is probably for the best. You don’t seem like you’d be a good fit for Slytherin. Whatever, you’re super cute.
- Yronwood: Well, that’s appropriate. You’ve got the Slytherin-style mane and tail just like your twin, silver and green striped. And you’re fire-engine red.
- Fraktyr: You are sky blue that fades into royal blue on the legs, and you have a dark copper mane and tail with a few royal blue stripes.
- Storybook: You are cerulean blue fading into white on the legs, with black primitive markings and cerulean and black striped mane and tail.
Also all of you can keep your normal eye color or pick a new one from the colors you are now.
As before, any questions can be directed to the cbox if I’m around, or to me on the OOC board. Good luck, and have fun!
Questions so far:
- So everyone is in a separate "toybox reality"?
Yes. Exactly. You're replying to this, not to each other. You don't have to take previous responses into account, and you can't team up with other questers. Sorry for the confusion!
- The toys come to life from touches both accidental and deliberate, yes?
Oh, absolutely. That's half the fun!
- Does my character still have her original markings?
Nope! No markings other than what was specifically stated.
- Does my character have any idea what things are?
...good question. Yes, for the sake of things making sense, feel free to magically have knowledge enough to identify things even if you haven't seen them before. Like teddy bears and dolls and humans and whatnot. And boxes. That might be slightly important.
- Is the toybox locked or just closed?
Just closed. I figured lock picking would be tricky for a horse.
- Do they know they got snatched together, or is each one in their own reality from the very start?
They wake up alone in their toybox with no knowledge of the events leading up to it. So as far as they know, they're on their own.