FIRE CANDY EVENT POST [OPEN]

[echo-of-utopia.livejournal.com]

Who: You. That's right, YOU. [OPEN]
Where: EVERYWHERE!
When: March 19th, starting at midnight
Rating: To be determined. First offer is PG-13 for drug use.
Summary: CANDY RAVE PARTY IS GO!
The Story:


"At exactly midnight on the 19th, the mansion becomes a club where the party never stops--even if you want it to. Neon and black lights flicker everywhere and loud music makes the walls shake. Outside, Wonderland has become a grungy city of doorless buildings, lit up in neon that makes it impossible to make out any stars in the sky. The only normal fixture of Wonderland that remains are the merchants, though residents will find them changed. Their masks are the faces of animals, their booths are run down, and they'll swindle, scam, and even steal from you if you don't watch out.

But that's not all. What rave would be complete without candy? It's all over the place, littering every surface, in all shapes and colors. The floors are littered with empty wrappers that tempt you: everyone else is doing it, so it can't hurt to have a piece. Right? ♥

And it doesn't! Not at first, anyway. At first, it's quite pleasant, inducing cheerful, playful, laid back moods in anyone who consumes it. It's quite addictive once you've had a taste, but there seems to be plenty to go around."

Then the post says something about changes when the 20th rolls around. But today is not the 20th, so who cares? IT'S PARTY TIME!

Comments

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

Oh, Poland is so with you, man. So with you!

"No clue. It's like, one of those things, right? You never know." He is suddenly fascinated with Philip's hair, and reaches up to touch it. Hair! "What's been mission, though? Missing. That word."

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

"There were never... enough colours! It's- it's the light! And the music! And the hair!"

...And the hair?

No. Wait. That's the other thing!

He moves closer and leans forward to allow for closer hair inspection.

"How's it doing?"

Philip wouldn't know, given that he rarely talks to his own hair, but at this very moment he has every reason to believe that Poland is an expert on the matter.

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

"Oh, man, you're so right," Poland gushes, because the light, and the music, and the hair. He hums happily, reaching up to run both hands through that hair. And he's totally an expert, so it makes sense that Philip would think that!

"It's like. So cool, man, ohmigod. It's totes like a hedgehog! A nice one. A happy one."

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

For the first time since propelling himself into the land of high kites Philip looks worried.

"I... I'm not sure that's good, I--"

He stands up straight and strokes his own hair very carefully.

"What if it falls down?"

Who? Why, his hair hedgehog of course!

"Do you think... Do you think I should stop dancing?"

That thought is positively distressing to him, but he would hate to hurt an innocent animal.

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

Oh, that certainly is problematic. Poland frowns in thought for a long moment, then puts both hands atop Philip's head and presses down, to make sure the hedgehog sticks.

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

Philip tentatively surveys hair doctor Poland's work by gently petting it with one, then both hands.

He moves his head slowly, then faster, then very fast, then throws it about wildly.

He stops. Strokes his hair again.

"It..."

He beams.

"It worked! You did it!"

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

Poland beams, patting Philip gently on the hedgehog. "So like, all fixed, right? It's okay now!"

[sadfreezingbrit.livejournal.com]

"It really is!"

He breathes a sigh of relief and continues dancing, even happier than before.

"I don't know what we would have done without you!"

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

"Tch'yeah, it's totally a good thing I was here to help!"

Indeed, the world is an even shinier, happier place now that he has saved an innocent creature from falling to its doom and allowed Philip to dance in peace!