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The next one he ate was not so much on purpose. Walking around blindly was a bad idea and he eventually tripped over a fork and landed face first one a piece of something. He found himself quite covered in sweet honey as he coughed up a bit of the mess while swallowing some in the process. And shortly after he found he was not quite what he used to be.



He found he was a lot smaller, and... fluffier. Also his little legs were getting caught up in the honey! So with that he quickly scrambled out of the honey while sputtering a bit. He wasn't exactly intimidating, but... this he could handle? But he'd need to go groom, or find some tea... or something? He was covered in honey, extremely fluffy for a march hare, and... quite adorable! ...well it wasn't that different from his natural form. The most acceptable thing so far... he'd cope for a while. Now to clean off!

Nod steadied himself on Defile's cheek.

"Let's not get carried away, tasting-wise," he said, slightly nervous. "I'm not wearing any signs, endorsing or otherwise."

"Let's both try the next one. ...That looks like a very promising Sundae. It's a shame it's such a hike between desserts." Nod peeked tentatively over the edge of Defile's hand.

Defile nodded. "Sounds like an idea." he agreed. He wasn't very positive about the prospects of the next cake if the other had also failed. He was worried Barth had found nothing but a fluke. He set out in the direction of the sundae, and tried to ignore the desire to talk until it became impossible to resist and he simply had to take the conversation in a new direction.

"You know, I think I have actual emotions." he said matter of factly before looking quietly mortified at himself. But even the comment seemed somehow distant and unfocused to him, like a thought unsaid, without the severity sinking in of the fact he was talking out loud. "Like, actual human-like emotions. I care." It slowly registered he was saying things he really didn't want to.

"And I think I might actually be in love with you."

He stopped dead in his tracks, eyes wide, pupils contracted right down to the thinnest slits.

He put Barth down with careful gentleness.

"Something is wrong. Something is very wrong. I think that cake I ate is killing me, I am dying. Bye" he did a 180 on a hoof and started walking at the exact same pace in the other direction.

RavenousDelirium sighed as he wandered through Tugley Wood, he'd had to stop at one point due to an influx of increasingly Jacked up messages from that leafy mother-grubber, TheBoughman but had decided to mostly ignore them because there were very few things that Mouth found more annoying than clingy, whiny boils or ghouls - especially before he'd given them any "reasons" to be that clingy. He did answer once when the messages had finally ceased making his pocket card behave like it was seizing. Because he was a mouthy boil and some things just needed said.

< TO TheBoughman: What the HELLFIRE was that about? I have 412 messages from you in one hour. Is this some creepy cyber-mating ritual for leaf-people or did you just go batshit insane suddenly? Don't answer. I'm going to assume it has something to do with Tulgey Woods and forgive you. This time. >

He rolled his eyes and stuffed the device back in it's little pocket before heading on; the Woods were thinning, which was a good sign - unless it wasn't. This place was a**-backwards and weird...like, weird enough to give him pause...and he'd done/seen some really weird things in his life. Mouth continued, his ears twitching as the first notes of music hit them. "Music, hn?"

RavenousDelirium whistled a bit, trying to follow the odd, bright-feeling music to it's source. He wasn't disappointed: an enormous table flanked by a battalion of weird-a** chairs - also enormous. Like, gargantuan, even. The setting had to be for creatures much larger than he, because to get on it, he was going to be climbing. Good thing he was both skilled in and enjoyed such atheletic feats!

He eyed the sign and then looked around with a sigh, just because it said to ring the bell, he was pretty sure there wasn't going to be one. That was just the way this weird-a** place seemed to work. Mouth was correct, but as he went to inspect the table further there was a popping sound and auto-magically plates, cups and saucers appeared laden with the most divine smelling things imaginable.

And for RavenousDelirium, that was saying a lot. His overly-wide mouth spread into an anticipatory smile and he rubbed his hands together; he would have tried the desserts even if they hadn'ted all been labeled temptingly to do so! It was what he did, being a Grue!

He immediately went for the dessert closest to him, which just so happened to be the Honey Tart; he perched on the edge, clinging to the firm, flakey pastry crust while opening his massive mouth wide and taking a massive, honey-and-crust filled bite! Ambrosia! Divine! RavenousDelirium made a fairly pornographic sound and closed his eyes, chewing blissfully - so enraptured was he that he didn't notice immediately as his form warped and changed. About the time he sprouted bunny ears, he realized that there was something very peculiar happening and he dropped from the tart's edge to the plate holding it, looking down at his changed - and fluffy - body with dismay.

"Oh Jack no - what the hellfire's wrong with this place?!"

< TO TheBoughman: Dude...I'm a March Hare minipet. You were right. Also, I get the crazy messages now - what did YOU eat so I can avoid it? >

Deserts Tried: 1 / 5

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There was so much food involved in this game, OuO realized when she finally arrived at the wonderfully arranged Tea Party. There were decorations and so many chairs sure, like any setting but so many desserts. Much more than she had ever seen, even in the Creepateria at school. Maybe this Wonderland place just really liked things that were edible.

Everything liked to be so much larger than herself as well, making her small stature seem even more so. But, she had toughed it out like she did with any other location; this world and others, and had made her way up the table. Which is where she found all the sweets laid out for her and the others. The ghoul honestly had no idea what any of the types were, though some seemed a little more easy to figure out than others based on ingredients she had seen before.

The first one she went up to was a very squishy looking wobbly dessert that wiggled when she tapped at it. It brought a smile on her face, a small giggle of mirth as it repeated the action each time. How someone would want to eat it was beyond her, it seemed more like a toy. But, OuO tried the jell-o none the less and once it was chewed and swallowed.... when the looked up. Well.... everyone was a tree.

Trees sitting around talking to other trees. Trees eating cakes and candies. Trees making the climb up the to the table along with her. Trees. OuO wasn't sure if... well, everyone was originally trees or if well, they had been turned to trees? Would they still be her friend if they were trees? The trees were still talking to each other.

OuO decided to send a message...



And then sent the same message to someone else.



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Frostpaw was not there. But a quick reply came to her message.

Defile was pliant as Nod took hold of his chin and willingly took the cake, anything - it didn't matter what - had to be better than saying everything he fought so hard not to. The pink outfit was less intense than the red and was something he could ignore, it was something which wouldn't leave him in a state of abject despair, at least not quite as much despair.

When a few seconds of time passed and there was no desire to say further awful things, he finally seemed to relax, at least somewhat, going from tense and anxious to utterly defeated. "Thank you." he said, but he couldn't even look at Nod.