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bakerstreet2012-02-21 03:15 pm
ex_unmotivated18) wrote in bakerstreet2012-02-21 03:15 pm
The Ominous And/Or Inconvenient Fairytale Curse Meme
PICTURED: Ahiru (left) is heading off with Gwendolyn (right) in search of a way to turn human.
(In case you're wondering, the animators ran out of yellow so they had to make do with what was at hand.)
One of you got cursed! You had the unfortunate luck to not be kind to a strange old woman begging for a room for the night, or you were child #1 or #2, or an evil fairy had it out for you, or just...something happened and now you have a curse.
Sucks.
The other one of you is the only person who can get rid of the curse. You both somehow know this, or at least strongly suspect it, or are just taking the opportunity to get the assistance of someone who happens to have a fully functional body without any terms and conditions (such as spitting out gemstones whenever you speak) making things difficult.
Standard meme terms and conditions apply, but:
- Post!
- Reply to people while you're at it.
- If you have something in mind skip this step, but here's the obligatory RNG options for people who don't have a curse in mind or just want to do something...well, random.
1) Every single time you speak, an object is spat out of your mouth. These objects are probably going to be themed (one sister produced gemstones and gold, the other insects and frogs) but if you want your character to mass produce sewing supplies whenever they give a speech be my guest.
2) You have been polymorphed, transformed into a form not your own. Are you a dreadful beast? Are you a swan? Do you, awkwardly, resemble someone else you or the other person knows? The sky's the limit. You may or may not be able to transform back during special limited circumstances, but that's only if you're lucky.
3) You are now trapped inside of something...like a mirror or portrait or statue or whatever. Fortunately you probably don't need to eat or sleep, but the prospect of being trapped as the world goes on without you is probably a bad one. Fortunately someone can hear your screaming.
4) You can either only tell truths or only tell lies. Alternatively speaking, when you tell a lie there's some physical tell which is a dead giveaway to you bluffing.
5) The good news: you're not...exactly cursed. The bad? Everyone else around you is cursed. You are the princess trapped in the metaphorical thorn-hedged castle with everyone you know asleep, with the first non-sleeping person the person who just showed up. (Replace 'sleep' with an appropriate term, like dead, or transformed, or...whatever.) - As for how to undo the curse, classic fairy tales didn't just have kisses and true love, they had options such as not speaking until you spun seven shirts out of thistles, or chucking the prince in question against a wall, so creativity is key here. If you want the curse to be undone by eating a box of Pocky while humming the Star Spangled Man With A Plan, go for it.
- And kick ass and take names.
Birds for the birdboys.
We need to make a chain of origami cranes; a thousand should do it for good, but I figure with how curses work [ In whatever fucked up knowledge he has of Alternian/Paradox-juju. ] the curse might lighten up with every hundred or so we do.
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He dumps the stack on the floor near Dirk, then lasers onto the top sheet:]
show me
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What? I never showed you the secret art of origami? It's not like I had to fucking raid an ancient temple for it, like my sword.
[ Bullshit, but in any case, his hands are working deftly on the paper. He's not being an asshat about it and going fast, either. Just one slow, steady fold after another, and... ]
Fin. [ A totally innocuous paper crane. Kaminabird and Stillerbird gazed at it curiously from his shoulders. ]
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swords sick beats and swag
[Davesprite watches carefully, then mimics each step. Copying his brother, at least, is something at which he's had a lot of practice.
Stillerbird, apparently recovered from the trauma of its birth, hops down and starts to peck carefully at Dirk's finished crane.]
shit was that the right side to fold
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OrigamiSwag, that's what I said, and yeah, that looks decent enough.[ It wasn't like he expected perfection would be necessary for this curse?
He glanced over at Stillerbird while his hands reached for another sheet of paper and began working it into another crane shape. ]
Hey, do you think they'll grow up into birds or look more like you?
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well i dunno
what did i look like as a baby
not as fucking retarded as that i swear to god
[Davesprite's first crane comes out a little misshapen, but it's done, and he bats it aside to go deal with the cheeping from the couch after scrawling god fucking dammit on one of the crane's wings.]
Mind if we handwave some of these?
Oh, thanks little man.
[ Dirk took it out of the creature's beak and got to work on the next crane. It was going to be relatively quick to get to a thousand, he thinks. ]
Actually, you looked pretty cool for a little brat, from what I can remember.
No, 'course I don't mind. 1,000 cranes? Hahahaha.
Dirk called him cool?]
...
[No, of course that doesn't make him happy, why would that make him happy? He already knew how cool he was, geez, where does Dirk get off, thinking his opinion matters to him or something.
...Dirk called him cool.
He sits on the floor and makes a loop of his tail to pen in the new additions before they figure out they can fly. He takes another piece of paper and gets to work, trying not to look pleased as punch.]
what can i say
i guess my genes are just that awesome
[[OOC: P.S. My girlfriend drew this, inspired by this thread. : ) ]]
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He's just going to focus on doing the cranes for right now. The pile has to build up, and as it builds up into the hundreds and the hours are passing, they eventually have to spill over to the floor. Just being newborns and all, Kaminabird and Stillerbird have decided to nest somewhere on top of the flood of paper cranes. ]
For a curse, this is turning out pretty weak. Curse with domestic docility, mayhaps? [ A chuckle left his lips. ] Fucking hell; it's corny almost.
[[ OOC; ... THAT IS THE CUTEST THING EVER. TELL HER IT'S AMAZING. ]]
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maybe someone just wanted you to stfu
have you been neglecting mom again
[After all this practice, Davesprite's gotten pretty fast at making the cranes. Boredom and incessant cheeping make him stop sometimes, though, to attend to the hatchlings. Thankfully, none of the other eggs have hatched since they started fixing the curse.
Davesprite finishes another crane and tries to balance it gently on Stillerbird's head. Stiller is less than cooperative.]
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Might be just that.
[ Leave it vague, he figured, as he went back to silently working. He was getting a little more creative now that they've gotten about halfway done. These cranes started getting little paper shades of their own; some had proboscises to boot. ]
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you just dont know how to handle classy broads like i do
[Stillerbird shakes himself and the crane tumbles down. Davesprite sighs and pulls another small stack of paper towards him.]
i dunno man maybe you dropped too many sick fires around here
youre frankensteins rapster
its cake now but then the pitchforks come out
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[ Still, he grinned. It was back to the normal cranes now. ]
I'll just leave the pitchforks to you too, since you're handling the cake so well.
[ Dirk let out a tiny yawn while Kaminabird waddled over to him from his place on the crane pile. It came over to peck at his hand, pausing his work on the next crane. The blond blinked at the little creature. ]
I think our little buddy here is hungry.
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[No eggs. It seems the curse is limited to certain words now, but fuck if he knows what those are. Davesprite gathers up Kaminabird and the other hatchlings.]
should i dice up some cheetos to put in the dorito salad
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As good as that sounds, I think they might need something a little more... [ Pause the paternal streak; a thought just crossed his mind and he began to laugh like he had a few hours before. Kaminabird and Stillerbird both peaked up at him. ]
Do you think you'll have to chew their food for them?
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[Egg. Davesprite catches it and puts it with the others with an aggravated "hnnrghgh," then goes to give the peeping birdies at Dirk.]
nope
nope nope nope
theres no measure for the amount of nope thats noping down here on nope island
your turn mommy
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[ Dirk took the birds gladly and just doted on them with little headrubs with the tip of his index finger. They were greedy little buggers, pecking at him if he let up for one second. ]
Not happening; I'll just mush shit up with water. [ And then his stomach let out a growl. ]
... I guess I need something, too. A break? Just no more f-bombs from you, young man. [ Paternal tone just for irony's sake. ]
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if i see another piece of paper in the next ten minutes im going to do some kind of ballerina swan dive off the handle
the handle and i are going to do a goddamn pas de deux on the way out
arabesques en pointe
do you want me to chew your food up for you too or do you think you can handle it sonny boy
[He stretches and preens one wing absently, just running his fingers through the feathers.]
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Even Kaminabird and Stillerbird had to stare at each other. ]
How do you feel about leftover pizzas and orange soda? [ "Leftover pizzas" referred to the pile of boxes neatly stacked by Squarewave. ]
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you actually keep food in there???
man where do you stash surplus swords and shit this is unreal
[Shock and amazement. IT'S A WHOLE NEW WORLD OF THINGS MAKING SENSE.
In the meantime while he deals with this startling revelation, he pops open one of the pizza boxes to see what's inside.]
Juniors are all crows, right? Crows'll eat any sh--thing. Anything.
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[ He straightens up and thinks on that for a moment. ]
Would be a pretty ironic place for them...
[ He waved it off and leaned back in to look through the fridge again. What were the pizzas he had chosen? Oh yeah, bacon-red pepper and pepperoni mushroom. Might as well let the kids get their veggies too.
When he came away from the fridge again, he had a bottle of orange soda in his hand. Nice ol' Crush. ]
They'll eat anything we'll give 'em probably. Shoot. [ There goes his twang again. ] I don't know if all the eggs'll hatch, t'be honest.
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god i hope not
we would be literally drowning in the little bastards
seriously the cops would find our corpses with our lungs stuffed with feathers and our nostrils plugged with chirping wiggling peeps
their detectives are stumped they have to call in magnum p i
[After checking to make sure all the chicks were accounted for--and herding the ones who got too far closer with his wing and tail--he just takes a slice of pizza and gets ready to eat it cold.]
SORRY HOW LONG THIS TOOK! School's been hectic.
Back to his pizza and he was ripping off crusts from some of the slices and soaking them in the water for the little ones. He set it over next to them and made sure they knew it was for eating. ]
Magnum. [ It seemed thought about his eating had slipped from his mind; he was focused on the chicks and their pecking at the soggy crusts. ] Cheesy mustaches are what we need, sure.
[ Not like he was thinking about his friends, or anything. ]