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He'd thought he had been to every corner of this world, but Punchy now knew he hadn't actually found the main attraction until just now. That there was no fighting going on was a bit of a disappointment, but at least there was plenty to look at. Besides, no fighting now certainly did not mean there wouldn't ever be any at all.

What had originally drawn him here hadn't been the colors or the music, but the loud, obnoxious popping that seemed to accompany every new arrival. He was no exception; as soon as the tableware took notice of him, a number of plates snapped into existence and began feverishly offering him food. Unable to get them to desist, Punchy eventually selected a number of the cakes, pies, and other desserts thrust upon him just to get them to leave him alone. They weren't labeled, though as long as he didn't die after eating them, Punchy wagered they would still be interesting to try. He'd eat just about anything once.

Well, except that.

Despite his inability to tell what a couple of these things were, he knew the first one well. Jello. Blech. Why in the hell had he picked this one? Hrm. Even though there was no one around to scold him for not eating it, Punchy read a challenge in the slant of the jiggling pile of gelatin. Eat me, it said. I taste delicious.

He grabbed a handful of wiggling dessert and took a large, squishy bite, trying not to make a face as he swallowed it down. Whoever thought inventing jello had been a good idea clearly had no taste. And it wasn't delicious. Not even sli...

Punchy hadn't been paying much attention to the other players of this little dream game, but that didn't mean that he wasn't observant enough to notice that they had all just turned into trees. Was this another glitch? Was he back in the forest? As much as he'd enjoyed that place... this wasn't it. None of these trees were fighting or jerking around spastically, they were all just chatting and eating. Which reminded him...

The boil ran his finger through what he assumed was an apple pie of some sort. The original dessert had been just as huge as anything else around here so he wasn't completely certain, all he knew was that there was crust and there was beige-ish goo. He licked it, nodded at the fact that it was indeed apple pie, then took a proper bite.

By the time he realized he was shrinking, it was too late to save himself. Punchy jumped as high as he could, trying to reach the ledge where he had left the rest of his samples, but he was already too short. At least everyone had stopped being trees.

"HEY!" he shouted, attracting the attention of a green-skinned Caterpillar ghoul. "Can you... put me up there? Next to the plate?" Most of his request was muttered in an effort to save face, but she appeared to understand anyway. In less than a minute, he was up on his makeshift counter, eating something that tasted pleasantly like peaches. He didn't have time to enjoy the cobbler, however, because as soon as he swallowed, he was back to normal size again, scrambling to keep his balance on the ledge. He was also bright pink. Punchy flailed his arms and fell backward onto the ground.

He rose again slowly, grumbling as he checked to make sure everything was in place. He glared at the food. Two more. He wasn't stopping now.

Next up was some sort of chocolate cake. He'd broken his piece off of a larger structure that looked like a colossal ball. It was quite tasty in spite of that. Too bad its effect wasn't tasty at all.

Even before he swallowed, Punchy started to feel as though he was slipping away, like no one could see him anymore. For someone else it might have been empowering. It only reminded Punchy of being dead in that stark, lonely place with Red looming over them all, unable to get anyone to see him no matter how loudly he screamed...

His hand shot toward the last of his desserts. He scooped up some of the melted ice cream and dripped it into his mouth. Take that, invisibility.

Punchy felt better already. In fact, he felt... invincible. What was in this stuff? He looked around at the rabbits, hatters, mice, all of these other dream game playing idiots, and he knew he could take them all down. He was only holding back because he was so merciful.

He looked down at what remained of his desserts.

"All done. I win."

Punchy walked off into the maze of teacups and sugar cubes, taking another handful from the plate of ice cream as he passed.

jello, apple pie, peach cobbler, cake pop, vanilla ice cream

The bright pink had faded from her clothes, leaving Briar_Rose feeling disappointed; now she was back to her boring old black and gold uniform. She wandered the table a little longer, looking for another dessert to try, when she chanced upon a warm slice of Apple Pie just waiting for her to taste. She took a bite out of one of the sweetly cinnamon- dusted apple slices with enthusiasm, noticing the taste of butter and brown sugar in the caramel like sauce...

And realized she was tiny.

"Aaahhh!!" She screamed in a tiny squeak of a voice. The sound barely reached a few of the other characters' ears, and she saw them look around in confusion before shrugging and walking off. The microscopic Gryphon freaked out, worried that she may get stomped on... or eaten... or get carried away by some terrifying creature, leaving her all alone with no one to worry about her!

She took a deep breath in an effort to stop hyperventilating. What she needed, she realized, was another dessert to try to cancel out the effects of the apple pie. But she was so small and slow, it would be impossible to get anywhere anytime soon... Suddenly, another player had started coming toward her, their fluffy tail dragging along behind them: her escape!

Rose jumped on, holding onto the thick fur with all her might as it moved along the tabletop.

It was a whole damn hour for the pink to finally wear off. Personally if she had the choice going naked was better than wearing such a disgusting color such as pink.

And no pink was not red, far from being even close to the same color not to mention you were safe as long as you did not comment on it being adorable and girly. Red you were safe meant you were likely kicked in the nuts with steal tipped boots.
Pink would never be acceptable.

Besides the pink, Lass decided to pick out the next dessert to eat. Something that in her mind seemed a little more familiar than cupcakes.

Honey tarts. She could deal with turning any gold color and or the idea of gaining some sort of wings and a stinger to deal some blows to people she wouldn’t complain. Breaking off a piece of the crust Lass scooped up quite a bit of honey on top and quickly ate it. Things started to shift as she grew light headed. Blinking a few times she noticed that she was shorter and something was wrong.

Instead of a bee she was a cute hare. A cute little march hare complete with whiskers and ears.

Main Quest: Tea Party
-- Red Velvet Cupcakes

"Out of the forest and through the woods to - What the heck is this?" HayMak3r was blunt and to the point when the tress became less talkative and music took the place of chatter. Wafting sounds of pleasurable tones was much easier on the ears than the shrill sounds of foliage whining about something or other. It was a party from when he could tell, moving closer to the structure that quickly dwarfed him in comparison.

"It looked normal sized from far away." he queried aloud, trying to climb up the table and to look at the treats there.


Everything was unhealthy and the human behind the screen groaned in dismay at the sight.

[General] HayMak3r says: "Just had to be sweets huh?"

There was no way around it, it was a part of the game, he had to take a bite with his alter ego. "Glad this cant get to my true body." he offered with a grimace and gulped down a piece of the red velvet cake. Sweet, cloying sweet it was to him as he choked it down. The kind of sweet that he was sure that would make his teeth rot, not the natural kind he was used to.

But it was this worlds Rome, and when in Rome... He took another piece and inhaled it without tasting it.


And became as pink as a newborn baby. "What am i, a flamingo?"

Even if it was a game, he could only stand to eat so much sugar. Haymaker had to go find a way to wash his mouth out.

This wasn’t going to do she thought as she held her hands tightly across her lips trying to keep the words from spilling out to anyone near her. Anything to make it stop would do anything, even the strange round things with sprinkles on top would do as she kicked on of the cake pops and started to eat a piece.

The words finally stopped and a new sensation started to fill its place.
She was invisible.

FINALLY, something of use she was invisible! Ha! First goal kick a few people, Lass thought as she skipped away to find some new victims.

He would have put her down immediately had she asked, anyway. Dog put his hand up so that Hots could get comfortably balanced on his shoulder, and managed somehow to suppress the little delighted squeak about how absolutely cute that was.

"Do you want some?" he asked, turning his head a little to peek at her. "Pink looks good on you." He paused and thought about what she'd said some more, then asked, shyly, "Do you like the purple?"

Obligingly, Dog took a smaller piece out of the red velvet cupcake and offered it to Hots. He didn't think much of it; logically, she would then be both small and pink.

He gave her a little smile. "Like. Thinking about it. I never tried dying my hair. It's not hard is it?"