Billy Cranston (
morphitudinous) wrote in
insertmeathere2010-02-20 02:30 pm
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...what am I doing?
And on today's menu for silliness, we have the:
COLORS OF LOVE MEME!
The situation: There is a big, glowy, pulsating heart floating in the middle of a mysterious void where all our characters are gathered. For a moment, it does nothing but sparkle innocently. Innocently, I say.

And then?
Beams of colored light shoot out from the heart, slamming directly into every character and overtaking their bodies with a warm sensation. It only takes a second---once it fades, the characters are unharmed. But they sure do feel differently. How differently? Well, that depends on the color of the beam that hit them. Which color, of course, is up to you.
Characters hit by pink beams will feel an intense admiration and desire to be near the first character they see. They will become worshiping fans, stalkers even.
Blue beams merely bring an inclination toward friendliness. It's an opportunity for characters who would otherwise hate each other to talk civilly.
If hit by a red beam, they will feel a romantic attraction to the first character they see. Intense feelings, desires to make people happy, that sort of thing.
If it's a purple beam, lust ensues. If clothes start coming off, though, please take it to personal journals!
Orange beams trigger impulses toward (mostly) innocent physical affection. Lots of hugs and kisses given out here!
As for usage: feel free to either declare what color your character was hit with right away, or wait to know who you're threading with before you make that choice. You can also choose not to have them affected at all, and point and laugh at everyone else's craziness. And you can combine colors, or switch at any time! That heart's gonna hang around and watch the whole thing. Because it can.
If I've missed any fun amorous effects, feel free to make up a beam of your own and I'll add it. Have fun and go crazy! Tweak the effects if you want---if it's one or both, or toward multiple characters, tweak it as you will but just let the people you're threading with know.
COLORS OF LOVE MEME!
The situation: There is a big, glowy, pulsating heart floating in the middle of a mysterious void where all our characters are gathered. For a moment, it does nothing but sparkle innocently. Innocently, I say.

And then?
Beams of colored light shoot out from the heart, slamming directly into every character and overtaking their bodies with a warm sensation. It only takes a second---once it fades, the characters are unharmed. But they sure do feel differently. How differently? Well, that depends on the color of the beam that hit them. Which color, of course, is up to you.
Characters hit by pink beams will feel an intense admiration and desire to be near the first character they see. They will become worshiping fans, stalkers even.
Blue beams merely bring an inclination toward friendliness. It's an opportunity for characters who would otherwise hate each other to talk civilly.
If hit by a red beam, they will feel a romantic attraction to the first character they see. Intense feelings, desires to make people happy, that sort of thing.
If it's a purple beam, lust ensues. If clothes start coming off, though, please take it to personal journals!
Orange beams trigger impulses toward (mostly) innocent physical affection. Lots of hugs and kisses given out here!
As for usage: feel free to either declare what color your character was hit with right away, or wait to know who you're threading with before you make that choice. You can also choose not to have them affected at all, and point and laugh at everyone else's craziness. And you can combine colors, or switch at any time! That heart's gonna hang around and watch the whole thing. Because it can.
If I've missed any fun amorous effects, feel free to make up a beam of your own and I'll add it. Have fun and go crazy! Tweak the effects if you want---if it's one or both, or toward multiple characters, tweak it as you will but just let the people you're threading with know.

wtf that icon XD
Your pulse is a little high, but you look fine.
[Lyle is just going to ... ignore that. Or pretend to.]
Oh yeah...you mean that /wasn't/ smooth? >.>
Should we compare readings? [He holds up his omnicom in offering---even affected by an overwhelming desire to be close, he won't scan without permission. He knows others aren't as open as he is.]
Fortunately, I'm not sure Lyle even likes smooth
[Lyle nods, coughing.] Go ahead.
Aww. :(
So I suppose we wait for disaster to strike? [Smile---he's trying to joke, and he pats Lyle's back once and retreats---showing restraint, considering what those odd feelings are urging him to do.]
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[Lyle can't help but smile back.] If we keep an eye on each other, we should be fine, right?
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Precisely. If it eases our minds any, I'm looking around at the everyone else affected and they seem to be healthy. And enthusiastic as well. [Look who's coughing now?]
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[He puts a hand on Billy's shoulder.] Maybe you can tell me what you've been up to while we're waiting out the effects? It's been a while.
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I haven't had the opportunity to assist as much as I'd like to. I spend most of my days ensuring that Wyn has the supplies she needs to build tools to fight the Nightmare King. With my complete lack of magical ability, I've been essentially sidelined into grappling with my nightmares.
Other than that, I've made a few new friends---though I've neglected some lately. [That's an apologetic smile for you, Lyle, and an accompanying shoulder-squeeze.] And yourself?
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This nightmare thing is a huge distraction, though. We should probably take some time out to relax some time.
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[He smiles.] What would your ideal relaxation day entail?
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Usually a date. It's been a while since I've been to the beach. Since the last time I went, the Fatal Five attacked.
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[He chuckles, almost, then looks serious.] The Fatal Five?
[That's pretty high up on the Names To Run Away From Really Fast list. Dread is rising up within him.]
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[Hey, did you just miss the mention of a date entirely?] Yes. It happens. Never let that get in the way of a good date. [See, he said it again.]
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You're committed to your dates. [There, he said the word! Good job, Billy. Now to figure out what Lyle means.] I usually picked the beach as well, but we had one nearby. Lazing around on the sand was enjoyable, but my favorite activity was boating.
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I'm told people look for that in a boyfriend. [Grin.] Boating's nice, but you stay dry. Maybe boating under a waterfall? The mist is nice.
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Oh, absolutely! [Not that he has a great track record...the girls keep disappearing on him.] I was actually afraid of getting wet once. It took a monster battle to help me overcome my fear.
Though I wouldn't mind boating under a waterfall now.
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Oh? It's a date, then. [Shoulder-pat. Forget subtle with this guy.]
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Then I accept. Hmm...the energy struck us five minutes ago, and so far we've only arranged a date. Perhaps it's a lead-in to a trap? [Wink.]
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You mean you weren't planning to throw me in the lake? If not, then I'll have to make alternative arrangements.
[Urge to hug rising.]
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[Lyle is capable of the most wicked grins when necessary.]
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You won't---[an attempt at playfully shoving Lyle's shoulders]---expect it!
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[Are we rough housing now? Lyle is a genius at roughhousing as well. Note the careful way he pretends to ignore Billy and then leans his full weight against him in an attempt to push him over.]
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[And he falls for it. Literally. The boy doesn't have as much experience as his friends at this, so he'll just look up, amused.]
Fair's fair, I suppose, but I think I'll prefer landing in the lake. Assuming we don't start our descent too high up.
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[Lyle holds out a hand to help him up. That usually doesn't work.]
We could always go water-skiing or something. Then you're supposed to wind up in the lake.
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