Eat Me, Drink Me

[that-depends.livejournal.com]

Scattered around the park are four smallish glass bottles filled with a mysterious liquid (tasting deliciously of cherry tart, custard, pinapple, roast turkey, toffy, and hot buttered toast). A paper label is attached to each, with the words "DRINK ME" beautifully printed on it in large letters.

Scattered elsewhere are four little glass boxes, containing small cakes on which the words "EAT ME" are beautifully marked in currants.

Neither is marked "poison," which is sensible since neither are poisonous. However, the Surgeon General, were he here, would probably be a little put out that other effects aren't warned about on the packaging.

((The bottles (in Frontierland, Tomorrowland, New Orleans Square, and Toon Town) make you shrink, the cakes (in Main Street, Fantasyland, Adventureland, and Critter Country) make you grow. Have fun!))

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[swordandchalice.livejournal.com]

If it wasn't for the fact Setsuna was already drunk on moonshine -- again -- he would have taken one look at the little bottle in Tomorrowland and walked away at once, and this was because he wasn't very clever; however, inebriated as he was, Setsuna looked at the bottle and thought this a great joke of some sort. His addled brain somehow decided the park was giving out free liquor, and he grabbed it and took a drink at once.

Next moment he knew, he had wonderful flavors in his mouth, and...the ground was much closer to his eyes than it had ever been and everything suddenly looked taller.

"...what kind of alcohol-" hiccup "-was that?" Confused, and laughing about the greatest effects ever (had he gotten high on something, somehow?), Setsuna wandered off towards the theatre, eager to tell Kira about this. (But not Sara. She'd probably kill him.)

[caycep]

((Mind if I pop in?))

Cayce almost didn't see the tiny figure stumbling in the direction of the theatre, being deep in her own thoughts at the time. But the movement out of the corner of her eye distracted her, and she pulled up short.

"The hell?"

[swordandchalice.livejournal.com]

[[Not at all!]]

Setsuna thought he was hearing Cayce's voice magnified, until he looked up and realized the effects of his inebriation reached even people. She looked massively tall to the tiny figure.

Despite the fact his voice was tiny and mirrored his small stature, it sounded completely normal to Setsuna as he tried to shout out, "Hello, Cayce. Don't drink that bottle thing! I think it's -" hiccup "- laced."

His duty done, the kid continued on towards the theatre, clearly unable to walk in a straight line. Not that he had gotten very far, either.

[caycep]

Cayce had to strain to hear him. "Laced with what?" she said, hurrying to follow (meanwhile trying not to accidentally step on him). "With shrinking potion?"

[prankster-fred.livejournal.com]

Fred knew better than to eat or drink random things with signs that were lying around with no one around them.

This didn't meant it was going to stop him from actually consuming whatever it was. Curiosity won out over caution, and he wanted to what would happen - if anything - if he drank whatever was on the side of the road.

He was quite impressed (and only a little surprised), when he started growing. As great as that potion seemed to be though, he had to dock the prankster marks for being so obvious about it though.

[under-arrest-d.livejournal.com]

When Leon saw the cakes on the side of the street, he frowned right away. He hadn't trusted the park from the beginning, and he know that this was some sort of not-so-clever ploy to poison the park residents.

Upon realizing he couldn't get rid of the cakes - like everything else in the park - he ran up to get a black marker, and on the sign of the cakes, and of every other sign that he ran across (he did, indeed, look for them), he wrote "Don't" on the top of the signs.

He knew there would be people who would eat them just because of it, but he hoped he could stop at least some people. On the other hand, part of him suspected that the park would have none of this behavior, and was sure once he got back to Main Street, his "Don't" would be gone.

[mickey-cops.livejournal.com]

The "Don't" was indeed gone by the time Leon made it back to look at any of his handiwork.

[palletkid.livejournal.com]

Ash had missed the Critter Country eat me cakes, but it wasn't long before he ran into the bottles left out at Frontierland.

"Sure, okay," Ash said, reaching for a bottle, and then he stopped.

"Wait a minute..." he said suspiciously, and turned and pointed into the bushes. "I'm onto you, Team Rocket!."

He waited a few seconds, but when nobody jumped out to say a motto or snatch Pikachu, he picked up a bottle and opened it.

"Want any, Pikachu?" he asked before drinking.

[lightningpika.livejournal.com]

Misty or Brock probably would have warned Ash about drinking from something that had just been left lying around, but Pikachu was not Misty or Brock. He merely declined the drink with a shaken head and a polite, "Pika," and then hopped around Ash so his Trainer was shielding him from the bushes. It would be just like Team Rocket to not be honest and sneakily say their motto after executing their plan!

[palletkid.livejournal.com]

Ash took a drink. "Suit yourself!" he said cheerfully. "It's good! It tastes sorta like cherry pie--"

Ash paused there and jumped, because Pikachu had suddenly grown gigantic. "Pikachu! Did...you just evolve?"

That obviously make no sense, because Pikachu evolved into Raichu, not a gigantic Pikachu. But what other explanation could there be?

[lightningpika.livejournal.com]

... Where had Ash gone?

Pikachu looked around for his Trainer, even ran around a little. "Pika-pi!" he called. "Pika-pi!"

[superherogifted.livejournal.com]

Static stepped outside, saw the bottles, and raised an eyebrow. "Ye-ah, I don't think so," he said skeptically. He flew up above the park, and flew around, noting the locations of the other bottles and plates of food, and then decided to hover and wait to make sure nothing else happened.

[prankster-fred.livejournal.com]

It wasn't entirely possible to be sneaky and 30-feet-tall, but Fred figured that he might at least be able to Apparate while he was it (he wondered if he'd get spliched. It sounded uncomfortable while he was normal sized, he wondered what it would be like if he was gigantic).

He happened to Apparate with a very loud CRACK right in front of where Static happened to be.

"Oh!" he said, looking at the little man. "Hullo there."

[superherogifted.livejournal.com]

"I take it you you tried the snack cakes," he deadpanned.

[prankster-fred.livejournal.com]

"Yep!" said Fred. "Rather obvious, if I say so, but a nice piece of magic. Why haven't you tried any yet?"

[i-have-my-flaws.livejournal.com]

Slight problem. There was a bottle labeled "drink me" and it was in Starbuck's line of vision.

Nevermind how suspect that was or the fact that she knew, she really knew better; unfortunately, she had never been one to back down from a dare.

She promptly downed the bottle, disappointed to find that the liquid didn't burn, and even more perturbed at the sweet taste. She felt a little woozy for a moment, and then suddenly everything was fine again. If a little off scale. The crack on the concrete next to her was suddenly a large ditch and when she turned to find out what Sador made of the whole thing-

Wait a minute. Her dog was the size of a gods damned battlestar.

"Frak...."

[yousir-mesir.livejournal.com]

Percy still hadn't a clue where he was or what he was doing in this place, and of all the bizarre lands he had wandered through this might have been the strangest. His curiosity was strong, but not strong enough to touch the cakes that had been where he made his temporary home.

He wandered through the streets looking around in extreme bewilderment, not paying very much attention to where he was headed in particular. Percy wandered for another minute or two before he noticed an empty bottle on the ground. Upon picking it up he noticed that its contents were emptied and was surprised that such a clean place as this would have rubbish on its grounds.

He titled his head and squinted his eyes for the perpetrator. "Hello? Is anybody there?"

[i-have-my-flaws.livejournal.com]

((*glees* I've been meaning to squee at you since Percy's arrival. The book is one of my favorites and you do such a wonderful job with him. :D))

Sador was a very protective dog. So protective that she was blocking Starbuck from this man's view, thus preventing her from getting help. "Bad girl," she grumbled, shoving the dog's leg as hard as she could with tiny arms. Yeah, that already felt ridiculous. So she walked under Sador's belly (a decidedly mind-bending task from her new perspective) and emerged on the other side, not far from this new guy's feet.

She hadn't seen him before. Odd way of dressing. "Hello!" she shouted at him, seeming to recall from bad fantasy shows in her childhood that being small made you softer to big people (she had no idea whether it was true). "Over here!" She waved her hands high in the air for emphasis.

[yousir-mesir.livejournal.com]

There was a dog in Percy's line of view, and so in keeping with form of this place he naturally assumed it was she that was speaking and not the tiny person near his stylish and delicate shoes. He carefully pried off his gloves and pocketed them, then wondered how this dog was speaking without moving its mouth. "Sink me, how odd," he marveled silently. "Hello there."

It was then he was drawn to where the sound had actually been coming from, that is not the dog but the small woman near him. He recoiled sharply and then chided himself for not remembering his manners, crouching down beside her with a confused tilt upwards of his hat. "Dear me, I thought you were the dog."

[alcoholit.livejournal.com]

Bernard, despite all the homemade wine, was still desperate for something else to drink. When, on his meanders through New Orleans Square, he came across a bottle inviting him to drink it, who was he to refuse? The bottle might take offence, come hunt him down, smash it's end off and stab him with it. Bottles were evil things. He picked it up, drank it, and realised that bottles were very evil things.

Everything looked bigger. What a strange hallucination. Even other people. He had this strange fear crawl over him that somebody somewhere was about to stand on him.

[iron-and-latin.livejournal.com]

Sam nearly did.

He came out Le Bat en Rouge bleary-eyed and still half asleep, having actually slept the whole night through for once. Dressed in his usual undershirt and Star Wars boxers and a pair of Mickey Mouse sneakers (it was nice not having to run in boots anymore) and started off on his usual morning jog, rubbing sleep from his eyes as he went.

He just spotted Bernard in time.

"Holy shit," he said as he stopped abruptly and stared at the tiny, less than a foot high figure.

[alcoholit.livejournal.com]

Bernard flailed and fell backwards, quickly scurrying away from the looming Mickey Mouse trainer, very relieved Sam had stopped. He shouted up, hoping someone could hear him from down here, "Hey, a little help here!"

[john-adams-1776.livejournal.com]

John ate his breakfast every morning in the bakery on Main Street. He'd tried all the confections the place had to offer and was in truth getting a little tired of them, so when a new cake suggested he eat it, John did so.

Feeling odd, he managed to reel out of the building before the doorway began to shrink. Growing, stretching, John watched the ground recede and the second floor windows of the buildings on Main Street swim into close view.

John Adams, generally accounted to be loud, obnoxious, and short, was suddenly loud, panicky, and thirty feet tall. What's a diplomat to do? Call for his girlfriend, of course.

[sensiblesusan.livejournal.com]

((*dies laughing*))

What in the name of all the gods --

The door to the First Aid Station flew open and Susan burst out into the street. "John, what's the matter -- oh."

Shading her eyes from the sun, she blinked up at him, dumbstruck for a moment. And then blurted out, "Was it a magic chocolate then?"

[john-adams-1776.livejournal.com]

Suddenly relieved but deeply confused, he knelt on the road and looked helplessly down at the little figure. Trying to calm himself, he took a deep breath and said as quietly as he could manage,