[Boimler is tapping away at a PADD when he walks down into the workshop proper from the rooms and happens to look up at - at a weird, flowery, candy colored disaster. There are vines with roses trapping Yetis who are being forced to have little confabs about their feelings, random candies crunching under foot, arrows flying around, Elves trying to read questions off little index cards but struggling since they can't read...]
Oh nuhnuhnuhnonono, I'm not doing weird magic stuff today, please and thank you.
[Excuse you, weird magic past land. Sometimes you're amazing, what with all the history, and neat stuff like trains, telenovelas, music that doesn't exist in his world because it was made during all those nuclear oblivion years back home (this world is a much kinder one for having Lady Gaga in it, seriously), but he is doodling around with data on quantum resonance signatures this morning and having a grand old time of it.]
Yep, just gonna - excuse me - there we go - [He pushes past flowers that don't take the form of any faces for him but seem to be doing so for others, nudges past a viney cage of yetis who are actually sort of getting engrossed in a conversation about some really deep and unexamined feelings apparently, and steps over more of those stupid candies and some of the vines, to go get a mug of coffee from the kitchen and go back to his room for a quiet morning in of being a high octane nerd.]
[The problem is he sees one of the candy hearts on the floor and for some reason he's lulled into freezing in place. It says "Bee Yourself!" with a little outline of a bee stamped on it, which...really doesn't seem to fit the heart theme. Mixing some metaphors there.]
[Feeling a strange compulsion he picks it up off the floor.]
[...and then pops it in his mouth. The reflex to spit it out is only partly the fact his brain is rebelling over eating things off the floor like a weirdo, but mostly because it tastes like chalk.]
Okay, first of all...why did I just eat off the floor?! [He looks around accusingly at the everything. It is directed at the shenaniganry around him because surely there is something weird and magical behind it. (He wasn't paying attention to the babysitting thing because sooo not his wheelhouse.)] Also, follow up question, who makes candy that tastes like chalk? How is that candy?!
[If it were something alien he'd chalk it up to alien palates and call it a day but it's clearly human candy?? Whomst? Why, past people? You're also responsible for Beyonce! Why this?!]
[But he's distracted by a magic glowing string appearing and tying itself around his pinky. It spells out "Share your insecurities and make a new friend!" He has just enough time to roll his eyes and start to say something about magical bullshit before the string suddenly whips off and starts dragging him on Mr. Boim's Wild Ride through the Pole, somehow making his body lighter so it can drag him along with his heels scraping on the floor without breaking his pinky.]
[Before long the string will either tie itself around someone else's pinky without them eating their own heart, forcing him into a one-sided "making a fool of myself in front of a stranger and all they can do is stand there and feel awkward" dance, or the string will tie itself to someone else's string if they've eaten a candy heart themselves, and they'll be compelled by the same magic.]
[Either way it's going to suck. And naturally as the string drags him along at a high speed while looking for the right person, he shrieks like a train whistle the entire time.]
[ooc: Just let me know your choice whether he's just going to blather and it'll be weird, or there's mutual blathering!]
Lonely Hearts
Oh nuhnuhnuhnonono, I'm not doing weird magic stuff today, please and thank you.
[Excuse you, weird magic past land. Sometimes you're amazing, what with all the history, and neat stuff like trains, telenovelas, music that doesn't exist in his world because it was made during all those nuclear oblivion years back home (this world is a much kinder one for having Lady Gaga in it, seriously), but he is doodling around with data on quantum resonance signatures this morning and having a grand old time of it.]
Yep, just gonna - excuse me - there we go - [He pushes past flowers that don't take the form of any faces for him but seem to be doing so for others, nudges past a viney cage of yetis who are actually sort of getting engrossed in a conversation about some really deep and unexamined feelings apparently, and steps over more of those stupid candies and some of the vines, to go get a mug of coffee from the kitchen and go back to his room for a quiet morning in of being a high octane nerd.]
[The problem is he sees one of the candy hearts on the floor and for some reason he's lulled into freezing in place. It says "Bee Yourself!" with a little outline of a bee stamped on it, which...really doesn't seem to fit the heart theme. Mixing some metaphors there.]
[Feeling a strange compulsion he picks it up off the floor.]
[...and then pops it in his mouth. The reflex to spit it out is only partly the fact his brain is rebelling over eating things off the floor like a weirdo, but mostly because it tastes like chalk.]
Okay, first of all...why did I just eat off the floor?! [He looks around accusingly at the everything. It is directed at the shenaniganry around him because surely there is something weird and magical behind it. (He wasn't paying attention to the babysitting thing because sooo not his wheelhouse.)] Also, follow up question, who makes candy that tastes like chalk? How is that candy?!
[If it were something alien he'd chalk it up to alien palates and call it a day but it's clearly human candy?? Whomst? Why, past people? You're also responsible for Beyonce! Why this?!]
[But he's distracted by a magic glowing string appearing and tying itself around his pinky. It spells out "Share your insecurities and make a new friend!" He has just enough time to roll his eyes and start to say something about magical bullshit before the string suddenly whips off and starts dragging him on Mr. Boim's Wild Ride through the Pole, somehow making his body lighter so it can drag him along with his heels scraping on the floor without breaking his pinky.]
[Before long the string will either tie itself around someone else's pinky without them eating their own heart, forcing him into a one-sided "making a fool of myself in front of a stranger and all they can do is stand there and feel awkward" dance, or the string will tie itself to someone else's string if they've eaten a candy heart themselves, and they'll be compelled by the same magic.]
[Either way it's going to suck. And naturally as the string drags him along at a high speed while looking for the right person, he shrieks like a train whistle the entire time.]
[ooc: Just let me know your choice whether he's just going to blather and it'll be weird, or there's mutual blathering!]