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The caffeine was settling in. Jordan noticed after a moment that his coffee cup was floating in midair in front of him. He blinked at it, because he could still feel it in his hand, but his eyes were contradicting that input. Wait. He couldn't see his hand. Or his arm. He looked down, and discovered that there was a vague fuzziness around his waist, and he could see his jeans and his shoes, but everything above that was gone.

Well, obviously not gone, he reasoned, because he could still feel himself, he could see, hear, and think, and he could still drink coffee. He tested that last part by taking another sip, then checking his personal visibility again. Still not visible, but the effect wasn't expanding. Good. He also couldn't see the coffee making its way into his digestive system, which was good, because that would have been bizarre and kind of gross.

Upon looking around, he realized that he wasn't the only one partially invisible. Robert was missing some parts, and Rep appeared to be missing his legs. Other visible weird s**t included Melvin being ripped like a bodybuilder. "What the hell," Jordan said, bemused, and sidled over towards Harrison and Rep. "What exactly was in that?"

He redirected his invisibly confused stare to Tuck as Tuck suddenly acquired Rep's accent and vocal mannerisms. "Uh," he said, and looked back at the upper half of Rep. "Which. I don't think I've had enough coffee to deal with this," he admitted.

Oh. So now there were talking legs. Talking legs with Jordan's voice, he shuffled back just a little to get a better look at .. yep, they were certainly Jordan's legs, Jordan's everything else.

"I think you've had plenty ******** coffee if you ask me. I've had enough ******** coffee for a lifetime. How do I ******** fix th-" he froze and looked terrified as Pey seized his wrist, flapping his hand like a cat with a wet paw as she got dangerously ******** close.

"Don't!"

The combined efforts of RepTuck and Jordan's orders were enough to make Peyton hesitate, but she didn't let the arm she was currently holding go. "But I have to, or I'm gunna die!" This was serious business, guys!

A strained sort of whine emitted from the tiny Sun as she looked between the Russian prince and the floating coffee mug. "Gnat said we're all made of cake batter, and we'll met in the rain, unless we eat Mr. Chocolate here, and I don't wanna die!" She actually sounded close to tears, voice borderline panicked.

"She's mistaken," Jordan said. " ... He's actually deadly poison and you really, really shouldn't eat him."

Peyton was on the verge of hitting the same note as Rep, his panic over the situation lending fuel to her own.

And then the flaoting mug told her she was about to take a bite out of something deadly poisonous, and she released her hold at once, backing up from the tall black man real damn fast and staring at her hands in fear that she might have absorbed it just by touch.

She didn't even notice Dakota had arrived, not until she backed right up into him.

Clerise wandered over to peer at what she thought was Rep. "You okay over there, bro?" She slapped his shoulder heartily. "I mean, besides invisible legs."

Dakota appeared-- "Hey! Dakota!" Clerise grinned, and went to grab a cup and handed it to him. "Drink it, trust me."

Yeah, Dakota. Trust her. What could possibly go wrong?--

Konstantin woke up, checked twitter, and then checked it again. He proceeded to scroll through the backlog, and found that the source of all this was...well. Coffee.

So he proceeded to the kitchens, where chaos awaited him. Mimsy was around here somewhere, though, and he intended to find her. He quietly skirted behind Dakota, to stay out of his line of sight.

"Excuse me," he said to the redhead with the cup. "Can ...have...?" The moon trainee pointed at a cup.


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"Sure." Clerise jabbed her thumb at the arrangement of coffee cups behind her. She recognised him not even a little. ******** new kids.

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Konstantin scurried over to the coffee, squinting at it. And then drank it. Huh. There were no unexpected feelings. No invisible parts, as Kostya noted some people had, nor any sort of sensory displacement.

"That vas painful," he mused, and looked quite alarmed about the fact that the words did not line up with his thoughts.

Dakota blinked as Peyton back right up into him, wrapping his arms around the smaller girl almost instinctively.

"Hey there sunspot." He smiled at her, though wasn't sure if she could see it. "What's did I do to deserve a little ray of sunshine today?"

And then Clerise was there and why wouldn't he trust Clerise. A pair of jordan's legs would say not too but you know...they were a pair of legs.

So he took the cup and sniffed it before drinking. Still holding peyton with one arm. At first he didn't notice anything wrong...Why? Because his legs were invisible and he really didn't pay attention to those so...

"So why's everyone acting so crazy?"

A pair of strong arms looped around her, and Peyton was suddenly being held against a muscular chest with Dakota's voice purring in her ear. She whined again, a defeated sort of sound, before looking up at him. "Walked into the room," she answered unwillingly, though made no move to free herself from the one arm hold she had suddenly found herself in.

If Dakota was holding onto her, then she wasn't free to try to bite anyone else.. But it was Dakota.. But..

She actually lifted a hand to curl around his wrist. Then stiffened as he accepted a cup of coffee and brought it up to his lips. "NO!" A second too late she smacked the cup out of his hand. "It's not safe."

Something was wrong, that much she had worked out. Though the effects of the coffee seemed to vary from person to person, not a single one of them that had tasted it had escaped some manner of consequence.