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"I figured another one was for the best," Jordan said, giving Marcus a sympathetic look. "After - you know, band-aids." He wasn't going to describe the incident. Marcus's dignity had already been bruised enough today. He blinked as Marcus joined Dakota on the ceiling, and made a few more notes, now that he had his hands free again.











This was really kind of a demented way to be spending an afternoon, he mused, and kept the thought to himself. Who knew what Julie would think of it? He couldn't see any kind of pattern to the effects; there was really no way to tell what was going to happen with any individual pastry.

"I don't think it was a prince. Just a brownie," he said to Harrison, and added, "Could you see if she'll wake up? Shake her shoulder or something."

He looked up at Marcus. "I think I should try to pull you back down to the floor before you eat anything else. If you lose the buoyancy suddenly, you'll have a nice crash-landing. Er - Dakota, I don't think it'd be a particularly good idea to leave the room. If you kept rising, you could be in some real trouble. You should probably also come down."

He tucked the notebook under his arm and held his hand out to Marcus.

Dakota frowned as Marcus joined him up there before cocking his head. Marcus looked like he was walking on the ceiling, better then Dakota's swimming motion after all.

"But boss, It's so much fun." How was he having so much fun being the test dummy for these things anyways? Perhaps because the first treat turned him into a girl and the second one let him fly?

It wasn't like he was in love with Jordan (like some people) or singing stuff...(like other people*coughRyancough*). He frowned one more time before turning himself like Marcus, walking a long the ceiling before looking at Jordan.

"Just how should I get down from here?" He watched as Jordan helped Marcus, wondering what he would turn into with the next treat.

Marcus smiled, grabbing a cookie as he grabbed a handle to a cabinet. ******** this floating s**t. "Thanks Jordan now let's just hope this one won't kill me." taking a bite, he went back to earth and- Well. This was the worst thing ever. By thing he meant ever listening to Julie and going along with her. Crossing his arms and sitting down in a chair, Marcus didn't realize how he looked.

Hair was a bit longer, a bit more muscular, and his soul patch was now a full on goatee. "Well, this is certainly going well." He said, picking link of his coat. Somewhere someone was probably thinking how Marcus was a *****. And as he looked now, he definitely was.

Dakota grinned at Jordan from the ceiling as he watched Marcus float down.

"Thanks Jordan, your a pal." He said as Marcus took another cookie and then sat down...and MATURED.

What the hell?

"Mar...Boss." Dakota grinned like a mad man, "You look good man, I hope to age that well..." He joked before holding his hand out for Jordan, "Should eat another cookie or something, how long do we still have in the kitchen...."

A shrill beeping noise interrupted anything else the trainees may or may not have been doing. This continued to persist until Julie finally wandered over, placed the upside down book somewhere on the counter, buried her hand in the mound of pastries, and pulled out a kitchen timer. She inspected it for another five seconds before putting it back down.

"Oh, has it been two hours already?" She looked and sounded disappointed. "Time sure goes by fast when you're having fun!" The Moon Hunter looked back to Jordan, placing both her hands together, as if talking to a five-year-old. "Did you learn anything today from this very important mission?"

Stroking his beard, Marcus waved off the compliment and warning. "We're hunters. I figure it's a calculated risk. Petra's not dead after all." She was just passed out and... was that drool. Oh Petra, you were so loveable in such odd ways. Probably because you were sane. Dakota was taken by Julie to who knew where, and the rest of them were left to clean. Well. "Considering other missions she's sent us on this one was relatively tame." A knowing look at Jordan.

"I mean, the worst is Petra, who just passed out. Well. And Maybe the infatuation drugs I swear we shouldn't go for anything come valentines." Not from Julie at least. "Speaking of Petra, we should probably take her back to her room or at least the dorms. After we burn these-" A glance at the on confections with a shudder. "Concoctions."

Petra missed it all. Marcus and Ceres flirting with Jordan, Dakota growing boobs, then floating to the ceiling, Ryan being completely unable to talk except to sing showtunes, and even Harrison spreading his coat like a skirt. Not that she would be particularly disappointed, although she might have been slightly amused (and secretly pleased) that the pink-scarfed boy kept calling her 'Fair Knight.' Ultimately, however, Princess Harrison's words fell on deaf ears, the moon trainee completely unresponsive from where she was sprawled on the floor. Although she would forever deny it, '*****' Marcus was right -- she really was drooling, her pastry-induced coma having all the negative side-effects of a sedative. Which would also include having all the stability of a sack of potatoes, come when someone decided to pick her up.

Twitching a little when Jordan tapped her shoulder, Petra rolled over a little onto her side, whimpering in her sleep. "I don't want to feed the minipets..."