someone sing the oompa loompa song to Sarah

[blackbirdsing]

Who: Sarah Weller + You!
Where: All around the mansion
When: Through the rest of December
Rating: G-PG?
Summary: Sarah ate a second helping cookie and now she's out of control.
The Story:

[ Since the entire mansion was edible, Sarah didn't really think twice about munching on the little round cookies with hearts of gooey goodness. In fact, she ate three and went on about her business.

Except now she can't stop eating them and when those are gone she moves on to breaking off parts of the mansion. The most awesome part is apparently not puking her guts out from all the sugar??? Then she wonders if different walls have different tastes, so she goes downstairs and accidentally pulls off an entire panel of wall.

All hers now! Sitting with it, she simply starts at one end and chows down. Anyone who knows her knows she definitely loves her food, but not typically this much of it, or this sweet. She's a 'binge on diner food' type person, not a candy person. Still, here she is, with not a single care in the world. She'll let Ray put all the vegetables in her food as he wants after the holidays.

Catch Sarah nomming out on an actual giant piece of wall while sitting comfortably, or taking a random bite out of your doorframe because sometimes when you walk, you get hungry and these things happen. ]

Comments

[waverides]

( it's when sarah's sat with the wall panel that gideon finds her. it's a confusing sight at first, as that definitely looks like wall if a little... strange. she's never seen gingerbread before )

I'm not certain that's good for you.

[blackbirdsing]

I mean, probably not, but it's so good. Honestly worth it. I'm gonna finish this whole thing, too.

[shslliar]

[Uh, lady? That's Kokichi's doorframe you're tasting. And as much as he likes the whole "you can eat all the furniture" thing, he doesn't appreciate random people eating his room.]

HEY!!! What are you doing?!

[shorthair]

Hey, my room!

( Clementine exclaims as her door ends up in Sarah's mouth. She follows after her, folding her arms across her chest loosely. )

...does the mansion really taste that good?

[blackbirdsing]

[ Sarah looks like she's been caught with her hand in the cookie jar, but hey, at least she's not eating the actual door. Privacy is important. ]

Honestly? It tastes amazing and you should definitely have some. Also, sorry.

[shorthair]

I should have some of my room?

( Sure, the whole mansion's now a giant cookie- it's like made of sweets, but she hasn't actually taken a bite of any of the furniture or walls yet. It smells good, but- It's weird, right? Except Sarah looks like she's okay while she's clearly nomming on some of this magical cookie stuff. )

How long have you been eating the walls and stuff?

[blackbirdsing]

You definitely should. I mean, it's yours, so why not? And this isn't the stuff that turns you into anything or makes you do anything weird.

[...Like eat other people's dwellings. ]

[thesamurai]

[ Michonne isn't eating anything that resembles a baked good unless Regina herself deposits it into her hand. Beyond that, she doesn't trust this damn mansion during Christmas time and no one else should, either. Idiots.

At least it's not hurting them. Yet. When she sees Sarah, Michonne rolls her eyes and shakes her head. ]

You ever hear the one about the witch with the edible house trying to fatten people up to eat them?"

[blackbirdsing]

I know, I know, but it's so good. Besides, no witches with prison cells are here. Lighten up, Michonne, it's Christmas! Window pane?

[ She hands over a piece of it that looks like it could be delicious white chocolate. ]

[thesamurai]

Hard pass. You shouldn't be eating it and not just for health reasons, although there are many. What if the effect's delayed. Then what?

[ C'mon Sarah YOU KNOW BETTER. ]

[blackbirdsing]

[ Sarah pauses at that and then has a epiphany. ]

I ate cookies. Before this. Then I couldn't stop eating and now I'm eating the walls.

[mucked]

-- Sarah.

[ it's a cautious greeting. after all, there's all kinds of mischief about the mansion these days. mirrors, for one. funny cookies for another. and although the door sarah is currently snacking on isn't peggy's, peggy is concerned all the same. even if the frame will repair itself soon enough.

she puffs her cheeks and puts her hands on her hips and repeats the woman's name. ] Sarah. Wouldn't you rather something else? Something a little less...structurally vital, perhaps.

[blackbirdsing]

[ For some reason being busted by Peggy makes Sarah feel guilty and she clears her throat, putting the piece of wall down. ]

I mean, it'll definitely repair itself. Probably before I can finish eating what I have.

[ #Justification ]

[mucked]

I'm not so sure I like the sound of your probably. [ honestly! these are people's doors, mrs. palmer! peggy gives her head a little shake.

but ultimately, in the end, her scolding is a gentle one. ]

...Is it really that tasty?

[blackbirdsing]

It's honestly one of the best things I've ever put in my mouth. Seriously, just try it.

[ She breaks off a piece and extends it toward her. At least it's not the parts of the mansion that turned Sarah into a sweets addict, so the wall should be safe to eat. ]

[like247]

[Wendy has been munching on a a cookie or two. Sadly, or thankfully, the singing ended after the first cookie and the second...

Left Wendy about the size of a damn Smurf.

That is bad enough. Worse is nearly being crushed by a large piece of gingerbread that drops off from a piece of wall someone had just torn off to snack on.]

Hey! Hey! Watch it with the destruction, Lady.

[blackbirdsing]

[ Sarah's used to watching for tiny people, luckily, because of Ray and the ATOM suit, so she freezes immediately at the small voice and very carefully steps back and looks down. ]

I'm so sorry, are you okay? Please say you're okay.

[like247]

What? Well, maybe? I mean, okay from falling house, not so much the four apples high thing.

[Except she's not even that.]

Who even said that was tiny. That's like four times bigger than I am even. Stupid Alice in Wonderland.

[blackbirdsing]

I think this place has taken the book and made some uh...definite modifications of its own. Do you...I mean, can I help with anything?

[ This is actually distracting her from eating which is a huge relief. Something she never thought she'd think about food. ]

[stereotypicaljock]

[Look, Jason's not going to judge. Sometimes people need to carb load. As she settles at the edge of the doorframe of an empty room, he'll lean against the wall as casually as he can. No need to make things awkward.]

You know, we can probably get you to the kitchen and see if it'll spit out some real food.

[blackbirdsing]

...This is technically food.

[ She says it sheepishly, though. ]

I think something is making me want only parts of the mansion. ...Maybe the cookies I ate?

[ Why is she cursed to love food so much???? ]

[stereotypicaljock]

Probably. People have been saying the cookies are doing weird stuff.

[He'll reach out an arm for her though.]

You need help getting away from the drywall?

end of December after Sarah's not nomming anymore

[beautifullies]

[ Claire's been back for a while now, and even with Jamie assuring her that they'll make it to the washed-up shores of Georgia alive and (fairly) well, the tension she's carrying in her neck is still there, tightly wound. So, she makes her way to the massage studio not knowing at all what to expect from this. Knocking, she pokes her head in a bit. ]

Hello? Are you open?

[blackbirdsing]

[ Sarah walks in from the back room, smiling and wiping her hands. ]

Sorry, I was just cleaning. I'm definitely open. Were you wanting to get a massage today or make an appointment?

[beautifullies]

Well, admittedly, I'm not sure what it entails, so perhaps I could do with a bit more information, first? If you have time, that is.

[ She extends her hand with a friendly smile. ]

My name is Claire Fraser.