Eat Me, Drink Me

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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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[sensiblesusan.livejournal.com]

"I suppose you're right. Very well." She looked around and gestured to a stretch of open walkway nearby. "That should suit, I suppose?"

[john-adams-1776.livejournal.com]

With an embarrassed sigh, John lowered himself to the pavement trying not to knock anything over. Once he was uncomfortably situated on the concrete, he nodded.

[sensiblesusan.livejournal.com]

Feeling incredibly silly, Susan made her way up to John's head. There was something deeply disconcerting about seeing a person's face on this scale -- and it was really the eyes, nose, and mouth that were the most disturbing. She hoped he didn't notice the brief moment where she averted her eyes in alarm.

"Well, here goes," she said. She uncorked the bottle and, standing on her toes, tipped the contents into John's mouth.

[john-adams-1776.livejournal.com]

His peripheral vision wasn't good enough to catch Susan's reaction on such a small scale, but it was something he'd been fearing anyway. It was all too easy to imagine how disgusting it must be to have to see six inch nostrils up close.

Shutting his eyes tightly and sending up a silent prayer, John drank the contents of the little bottle, barely registering the pleasant taste. For one shining, horrifying second, nothing happened, but then he started shrinking. After a few unpleasant moments of feeling compressed and squashed, John found himself back at his normal size and laying on the ground with his head at Susan's feet.

"Oh, thank God," he murmured.

[sensiblesusan.livejournal.com]

"Gods, what a relief," she breathed. She bent and reached out a hand to help him up.

Later it occurred to her that some might have accused her of a certain ... lack of womanly feeling, perhaps? in that she didn't immediately drop to her knees and embrace him. Or whatever sweet but unhelpful things normal heroines did.

[john-adams-1776.livejournal.com]

John took her hand gratefully and got to his feet. It never occurred to him that she might have done otherwise. Susan doing something sappy would have been more frightening than anything else - nothing like the capable woman he'd come to love and rely upon.

"Thank you," he said sincerely, squeezing her hand in gratitude. "That was most unpleasant for both of us, I'm sure. May I make it up to you in some way?" John looked at their oddly flat and colorful surroundings. "Perhaps elsewhere?"

[sensiblesusan.livejournal.com]

"Anywhere else," she said. A pause, a tiny smile, and then, "As long as there are no baked goods involved."

[john-adams-1776.livejournal.com]

"I believe I can safely promise you that," he said, glorifying in being able to link arms with her once again. John was back to being slightly shorter than Susan and he couldn't have been happier about it as they headed out of Toon Town leaving the 'Drink Me' bottle behind.

((Done?))

[sensiblesusan.livejournal.com]

((I think so. ^_^ That was fun!))