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You know what, game. Fine. Fine. The gryphon threw his (still quite invisible) arms up in the air--and then came down hard on the red velvet cake pieces. He didn't care that it made his whole outfit pink--aesthetics, though ruined for now, had no bearing on his quest.

The fact of the matter was, his pocket card announced his quest was finished. Finally. That was more important than this . . . pink . . . ensemble . . .

(But only by a little.)

Some things in life (not to mention dreams) were unfathomable.

This was unfathomable.

When Harebrained heard the pop, she nearly jumped out of her virtual skin, but that feeling quickly faded when she saw she was quickly being surrounded by mountains--literally mountains--of desserts. Pies, cakes, jellies, tarts...it was more than her eyes could believe. And indeed, she didn't believe them at first. Then again, this was a dream. Nothing was to be believed.

"Great ghost," she muttered in astonishment, "great ghost..." Saucer-eyed and jaw cranked wide in amazement, she her gaze circled from one dessert to another. She had no idea where to even begin. Players all around her were busy touching and eating and--Jack's Bones, swimming--in the numerous goodies. This was certainly a mad tea party. Maybe she was going mad? Or maybe she was mad?

...

WHAT WAS SHE WAITING FOR?

With a dash so mad she kicked up dirt, she ran straight for whatever was closest--a large (well, that was putting it lightly) honey tart. It was far bigger than her house, and even bigger than the biggest tree she had seen back in the Tulgey Woods. Hands cupped over her mouth, she tried to determine how to climb the thing. She prodded and scraped at the pastry crust, taking a few crumbs into her mouth. And that did it. It was delicious.

Not wasting any time, she hurled herself over the lip of the plate and dug into the crust like an ice climber. Foot, hand, foot, hand, she clammbered arduously up the tart until she reached its edge. The honey glistened and shimmered like some holy elixer of life. Her entire face seemed to reflect the glistening of the tart's filling, eyes sparkling and lips parted. She reached a hand down, just to touch the surface, but she lost her grip and fell straight into the massive, sticky pool. Luckily, one arm was still holding fast to the crust, so her head didn't submerge. She couldn't say the same for the rest of her body, however. Not that she was complaining. Strangely, it felt marvelous.

Giggling absurdly to herself, she used her free arm to feel and splash the honey about. But cripes, she was was wasting time! She wanted to taste the blooming stuff. And so she simply sunk her chin down into the honey until her mouth was covered. Then she slurped a deep, steady slurp, letting the sugary contents coat her insides. It was the best honey she had ever tasted!

...But then she began to feel strange. Brows knitting quizically, she climbed out of the tart and sat on the rim of its crust, feet dangling into the pool. She did the best to lick the remaining honey off her lips as she pondered her odd feeling. But just as she was finishing licking the last bits of honey away...

POOF!

Scrambling, but catching herself, she dug her fingers into the crust. Oh, wait...they weren't...fingers...?

Blinking, she stared down at her paws and stared and stared. She leaned over the side of the crust just as much as she was able and stared down into the flowing honey, seeking her reflection. And there it was. And there she was! Or rather...what...was she...?

She was a March Hare of Clubs.

Fitting. Fitting in so many ways. Also laughable. And mad. But then, the whole place was mad! So what did it matter?!

Feeling like she had slipped on a familiar coat, she jumped off of the tart, landed (a little roughly) on the plate, then hopped down onto the ground again. Her ears flipped every which way and her legs itched to run. She didn't know how much time she had in that form (or was it for forever...?) but, like everything else, she didn't want to waste any time.

She dashed off to find people to annoy.

Making her way up to the table in her petite form, VoiceofNature gave a moment of pause to catch her breath, and look around at the new perspective she now had. Goodness, this was new! Being surrounded by overgrown desserts wasn't anything she could have imaged herself being brought before.

Walking along the selections again, she set her sights on some red velvet cake. Doing the best she could, she took a small crumb for herself to eat. As she felt herself grow back to normal size, VoiceofNature made her way to the edge of the table so as to easily slide off of it and onto her two feet, staring down at her vibrant pink get up! definitely not something she'd ever wear... but it made her giggle all the same.

2/5

What tasty little treats these were. It was a shame the chef wasn't around, VoiceofNature wanted to give them her compliments and kudos! but she figured she'd do the next best thing and sample as many of their desserts as possible!

Waltzing along to the other side of the table, in her eye searing bright pink outfit, she saw something quite peculiar she'd not seen before. Cake pops. Picking one up to inspect from every which way, she lifted it to take a delicate bite. Not bad. But for some reason she was feeling... not all there. Invisible, even! It was an odd sensation. Just what kind of stuff did they put in these desserts, anyway?

3/5

Ok, well after the fiasco with the apple pie, Pitch was a bit more hesitant to just start shoveling things in her mouth and hoping for the best. The more she thought about it, that was just a really bad idea in general and chalked it up to being weak from hunger after spending a good bit of time running from something that would have very much enjoyed eating her for dinner. It wasn't entirely stupid if it was to ward off starvation, yes?

Wandering around a little bit more ended up with her finding herself in front of a platter of giant red cupcakes with some kind of cream colored icing piled on top with pink sprinkles. It was certainly a sight to behold, though she was still debating if it was a good one or not. Knowing that she'd probably never find anything quite like it back home, Pitch reached out and broke off a bit of her, hesitantly popping a small bite into her mouth and then waiting to see what might happen.

Well... she wasn't shrinking, so that was a plus, though a look of horror crossed her face as her outfit turned a bright pink color. She almost would have taken being super tiny again instead of having to deal with this horrible shade.

Phones really had no idea what was going on. He'd ended up on a table, with huge food all around. After a moment, he shrugged and decided to try something. Might as well, since he was here. But what to eat? After a moment, he picked something at random and took a bite or two of the banana split.

As he chewed, he spotted another player nearby and his eyes got huge. "Be careful! You could ... could slip or something!"

Just like that, she was no longer a hare. But was telling some... rather embarrassing info. Oops. Partridge frowned, feeling rather sorry for the ghoul. These status effects just weren't helpful! To anyone! He tapped his chin for a moment, eyeing the food she'd just taken a bite of. Well, he didn't want her to feel so bad about things, right? He wanted to make sure she was ok and wasn't hurt, that was true. Did feeling embarrassed count against either of those? He thought about that for a moment before deciding yes, yes it did count.

And promptly took a handful of the peach cobbler to gobble right on up. Partridge had only a split second of a sense of what he'd just done before his mouth popped open. "I still hide in the crawlspace under my sister's bed when I'm scared just like I have been since I was a scareling." He closed his eyes and slammed his hand over his mouth, groaning a little at that having slipped out. Of all the things...

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