Hangover the Rainbow

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[She seems to be staring rather intently at nothing. Sheets of color shiver up around her like heat waves, shifting in tone and hue as they twist away into the dark. She's sitting in the middle of her collection o' crap, which is far more noticeable than usual, considering it is all glowing various shades of blue. Little painless sparks of color leap between piles of bottle caps and bicycle spokes.

What is Cy doing? She has no idea. Mostly she is trying not to fall over. Why is she doing this? Because Crowley apparently enjoys drugging my characters.

She wobbles, mutters something, and sneezes; one of the junk piles flares multiple colors and blasts apart in an avalanche of refuse, tiny birds, and glowing white moths.]

Comments

[contract_star]

...Cy?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

Sparky.

[contract_star]

...What are you doing? Are you alright?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

I'm upside-backwards. The Apep made me do it.

[contract_star]

You're what? And what's an Apep?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

...Cy?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[By this point Crowley has consumed a goodly share of alcohol himself, and sort of weaves his way over toward Cy]

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

The Apep, Sparky-sharky.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

Stopwotcher, Squanto.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[FFFFF IT'S THAT ONE.]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

...what?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

Stopwotcher? [She sneezes again and another pile goes up in white, soundless flames]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Stopwotcher... are you alright?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

I am hanky-panky. [Takes a step--and then wobbles sideways, stumbling over her own paws and falling over. She sneezes--and the 'flaming' pile blasts skyward and turns into feathers.]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Picks her up before she can hurt herself.] You don't look it.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Waves her paws at him, the colors still wafting around her.] I am a Technicolored purr coat.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Scratches under her chin.] I thought it was supposed to be a dream coat?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

[Solemnly] It's a coat of many colors, Squanto.

[Sneeze. Sneeze. Sneeze. Pile one melts. Pile two sprouts purple leaves. Pile three? Turns into a tortoise.]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

So it is. [Waits until she's finished sneezing before bringing her closer to his face so he can smell her breath.]

...I'm not imagining that smell, am I?

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

You're hallucinatoring.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

...I haven't taken any hallucinogenics.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

When in doubt, blame the beanpoles!

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Cy. I can tell you've been drinking. Please tell me that's the only thing you've been doing.

[cyfor.livejournal.com]

I didn't drink! It rained from the heavens and I got sticky.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

...so someone poured alcohol on you?