Double, Double, Toil and Trouble (TAG ALL!)

[Guinevere]

Gwen laughed at Anya’s attempts at the character Merlin was attempting to portray. It was strange to think that this was her a couple of years ago. Newly arrived in Avalon and didn’t have a clue how anything worked, never mind pop culture references. She had come a long way since then, they all had, and here was Anya, new to it all, she had already made her decision to help the girl out and induct her into the inner circle which was herself, Marian and Merlin…but now…now she was even more sure of it. People like Anya needed guidance and it didn’t sound like she was going to get much of that from one other Russian currently in Trenale.

She was about to comment on such a Russian, which she saw wearing the roman outfit when a strange feeling came over her and for a moment it almost felt like there was another presence in her head, it was gone just as quickly and instead there was a sharp pain at the front of her forehead. She barely had time to say ‘ow’ when she looked around the room as the chaos began…

…well now wasn’t this a Fais do do? Course all the screaming and shouting wasn’t so good but she’d seen rougher nights in Merlottes. That was until she saw the dead creatures with the rotting flesh and the vampire hissing at some kind of witchy looking person. And…wait a minute…she wasn’t in the bar anymore.

“Oh where the heck am I now?” she said putting her hands on her hips, “Ah swear, if this has anything at do with Eric ah am going ta personally stake him myself.”

She turned to the young boy with the dark hair and the mask decided not to question it and turned to the red head instead, “What the hell is going on here?”

[Anastasia]

Anya just blinked as Merlin began to rhyme off the things that were supposed to help her get his costume. She shook her head with everything he said, and then when he mentioned pop culture she just looked utterly confused. He didn’t seem too annoyed though so she figured it wasn’t that big a deal that she didn’t get it. That was good, they didn’t put any pressure on her to get these things in one go. At work she had to learn fast to keep a head and things were a lot different in this place than the cafes back home. Gwen and Merlin though, they understood, she supposed they would considering the kind of world the two of them came from.

She was just about to say something equally as witty when she felt a wave of something fall over her and she nearly stumbled over the ankle boots Gwen had given her and…

…managed to catch herself just in time. She looked around the room she was in at the moment and blinked. Clearly something had gone wrong with the TARDIS and had dropped…wherever the hell she was now. The blonde girl beside her was talking to her. Clearly the same thing had happened to her, that she had just appeared here…well…there was only one person that could make sense of all of this, “I’ve no idea, but I know someone who will. Follow me.”

Spotting her husband in the distance she crossed towards him calling out, “DOCTOR!”

[Dimitri]

As Rory Williams looked about him in confusion, a dozen questions came to mind, not the least of which being why was the Doctor acting particularly strange at the moment, and what was with the suit? Why did he have the sonic screwdriver and why was he pointing it at the Doctor? Why were they talking to someone who looked like he’d gotten lost on his way to a Lord of the Rings convention? But most importantly, why did Rory have no idea where he was or how he’d gotten here? The last thing he remembered he’d been on his honeymoon and now suddenly here he was in this strange room filled with strange people. The last time that had happened...

“Did I... did I die again?” he asked allowed, gaping at the people around him. Before he could get an answer, though, as if anyone could even offer him one, the elf had fired an arrow off into the crowd and from the way it struck someone... it was a real arrow. That was when Rory realised that he was also, in fact, holding a real sword. Fumbling a moment, he raised it and pointed it at the elf, while keeping his distance.

“What are you doing?” he was more than a little freaked out now, but that wasn’t the new most important question, because the new most important question had just occurred to him. “Where’s Amy?”

This was, of course, directed at the Doctor, but then suddenly there was Amy heading right for him and... calling for the Doctor. Of course. But there were very weird things happening so if anyone knew what was going on it was him, so of course that would be who she would be calling for.

[aphrodite]

Aphrodite only chuckled at the comment about chaperoning, a smirk crossing her lips. Neither of them were exactly the best to ask to watch over a bunch of rowdy, hormonal young adults. With their reputations and constant battles of promiscuity, it was far more appropriate for someone to be chaperoning them. Still, she'd do her best to keep herself out of trouble. Wanted to maintain the school's reputation, afterall. Her eyes flicked to Humperdinck as Hermes spoke, brow furrowing in confusion. Why on earth- ... oh. Ohhhhhh! It all clicked now, and she couldn't help giggling a little. "Why yes, I believe you may. And I would pay to see you attempt. He'd certainly be a challenge."

She'd barely gotten the words out before Hermes excused himself, apparently concerned about the aforementioned prince speaking with the young boy in the nun costume. Dite huffed, crossing her arms. He would leave her alone to go keep some game going. She didn't have long to be offended, however, before a peculiar sensation came over her. Before she could really register what was going on, it was as if another person had taken control of her body. Christine Daae glanced around in confusion, wondering where in earth she was. The last thing she remembered, she'd been in her dressing room, running lines for Faust lazily before her nightly lesson. Now she wasn't at all sure of what was going on.

This place didn't look at all like the grand foyer of the Opera, but there must have been some sort of masquerade going on. Everyone was in costume, though not everyone worse masks. How odd. She was aware now of a breeze crossing her knees and she glanced down, her jaw dropping in horror. What on earth was she wearing!? This wasn't at all proper! Blushing furiously from embarrassment, Christine quickly maneuvered herself behind a table that stood to her waist, grateful there was no one behind her. How she'd managed to find herself in public with her legs bare like that, she would never know.

The clattering of silverware around her broke her thoughts, and she screamed in horror as suddenly it was all flying toward some young girl across the room. What on earth! Where was she, and why was there such a panic? Besides the obvious lunatic tearing through the room, everyone seemed to be glancing around at each other in confusion, and no one seemed aware of what was going on. Lying flat on the floor to avoid being accidentally targeted by anymore demonic silverware, she thought she saw a familiar face across the room... But no! Surely he couldn't have been transported here as well...

((just to clear up any potential confusion, Aphrodite's costume wasn't *specifically* one for Christine, but the name of it was 'Angel of Music,' and it showed Dinck's Phantom get up in the related costumes box thing. So Jas and I are gonna play that off. ^^ ))

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To explain the transformation, how it felt, would be impossible. One minute Tulio was giving Miguel orders and trying to coordinate walking with his back half and then suddenly he felt his body painfully changing, his own arms melding into his sides, his face elongating, Miguel somehow amalgamating into him...

It was so loud! Strange lights, strange smells, strange people everywhere! People screaming... Custer really didn’t like the screaming. Laying his ears back, he let out a loud whinny before attempting to gallop away through the chaos... accept he couldn’t seem to get his back legs to move right. This only made him more terrified which only made him whinny louder.

[bedivere]

For a split second, the Doctor thought the arrow was being aimed at him - it wouldn't be the first time, after all - luckily though it seemed to be aimed somewhere behind him, and it whooshed past into some rather frightful looking creatures, zombies if he was not mistaken.

"Zombies, don't think I've met zombies before, that's a new one, and-" he turned back to the archer "You look very much like an elf, now that is interesting, where are you from?"

Only he didn't have time to pay attention to an answer right away, because the roman was asking him a question and somebody was shouting his name (again, not the first time), and when he turned round it was somebody he didn't recognise.

"Right, yes, the Doctor, that's me, how do you know that, have we met?"

[Merlin Emrys]

Anya still seemed completely lost, but Merlin didn't mind, it was difficult enough to keep track of this stuff for someone who'd been here a while - hell, people who'd lived in this world all their lives probably still found it difficult, so he couldn't blame Anya for not getting it.

He was going to tell her so when the change came, it was quick, too quick for him to do anything about it, but quick enough for him to realise that it wasn't going to end well.

"Not aga-" he managed to begin before the wave completely overtook him, his belt felt heavier, but of course it would now that it was full of equipment, and the fabric of his costume was less, well, costumey, now it was the specialist fabric of a Gotham crimefighter.

The blonde girl he was standing with appeared confused by his appearance, so much so that she directed her question to the girl who appeared to be police, though not from a city he recognised.

"Holy unexpected company, what happened?" He exclaimed. He could have sworn he was in the batcave not two seconds ago. "Are you law enforcement here ma'am?" He asked the policewoman, moving to keep up with her as she ran off to shout for a doctor.

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"The nun? That is a terrible - that's my brother!" Lance changed protestations as soon as he got close enough to realise that the nun was no nun at all, but Galahad. Why had Galahad chosen to dress as a nun? Lancelot didn't have the foggiest idea, but he knew he wasn't going to be letting Gawain anywhere near the poor boy.

He was just about to tell the knight that when a strange feeling overtook him, he was suddenly aware of all the metal in the room, felt the knives and forks go flying from the tables, could sense the wheelchair in front of him in more ways than one, but before he could even process that, it all made sense.

Magneto let go of the chair in surprise as it began to turn, and it was obvious who it belong to, but where were they, how had they come here without him knowing anything about it? Looking accusingly at Xavier, his hand flew up to his helmet, but it was still there, and there was no reason for it to have stopped working now.

"I could ask you the same question, Charles."

[Andrina]

She was starting to feel twitchy and wired and she got the feeling she wasn't going to be able to stay here for much longer without some kind of a melt down. She awkwardly shifted her weight between feet, constantly crossing and un crossing her arms like she couldn't decide if she was cold or not. The anxiety of anticipation was beginning to overwhelm her and she was sure she could see the face of a dreadfully familiar child flicker before her dazed blue eyes. But she hardly had time to take a step towards the door her entire world shifted around her. At first she couldn't quite figure out what it was, everyone seemed suddenly as confused as she was. Then screams echoed through the room and it suddenly hit her like a ton of bricks.

She doubled over at first, a severe pain exhausting her senses and making her feel like she was going to vomit. It felt like she was shrinking, but at too slow a rate for her body to understand an adjust. Not that shrinking, she figured, was something most people could adjust to at all. She began to panic, whimpering and struggling to catch her breath. She forced her eyes open just long enough to realize she was no longer on the ground. She was about to scream when the air froze around her, making it appear as though her riddled being had found relief at last as it stopped trembling, when, really, the pain had only intensified. To her misfortune, she now only had to endure the pain in silence. What seemed like far too long, only lasted a few seconds and, once they'd passed, there was no pain, there was no sorrow, there was no Princess Andrina Triton.

Fairy Queen Andy blinked at her surroundings curiously for a few moments. She looked down at herself, roughly five inches tall, and adjusted her dress. She reached up to tough her flower crown which sat proudly on her head as always. Good. All was well with her appearance at least. She couldn't be expected to cause mass havoc without looking fabulous as she did so. A dangerous smile appeared on her tiny elfish face as she took in her potential victims. Oh but there were so many....she couldn't hope to do it all on her own. The light pink glow that constantly illuminated her shown a little brighter as she caught sight of a familiar face. Second in command, miss Diana...perfect.

Diana! Andy called, her pretty little voice sounding like the tinkling of bells to anyone larger than her.

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Beowulf hated parties. He’d already mention be he really hated parties. He loathed them. He did not like socializing with others. He’d only decided to come to this because Sunny was going to be here and he had yet to see her. This whole thing was absurd. He was just glad that he hadn’t dressed up in an absurd costume like everyone else here. And the food was moderately tolerable for a party.

He watched the other mingle warily, glad that they left him alone. He glared hatefully at anyone who dared come too close. He was just wondering where Sunny was when things began to happen. Someone was screaming and the stench of death hung thickly in the air. He pulled his knife out, just in case he needed it. And then Sunny appeared by his side.

He stared at her. She wore the same clothing as the women back home and her hair was different. It was still the same length, but now it was blonde. She looked just like a Viking woman now and he wasn’t sure if it was comforting or strangely terrifying. He reached out and touched one of the braids to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. “Your hair,” he said, speaking in Norse without quite realizing it.

It took him a moment to even realize that Sunny had spoken a full sentence to him, when usually the fewer the words the better it was. And it was only then that he realized that Sunny had not spoken English. She had spoken Norse to him. She didn’t speak Norse. He frowned at her. Something was very wrong. “You look like Sunny, but you are not Sunny.” Now Beowulf wanted to know where the real Sunny was.

[beckyab10]

Vanessa growled as the spell took effect. She knew exactly what she just said, she had seen it many times before in her long life. Witches loved using it against mistresses of the night like herself. It was powerful, and lasted until sunrise, when she would have to go back into her coffin to sleep, lest the sun burn her to a crisp. It would no longer be in effect come tomorrow night, but by that time the witch would be long.

She circled around the witch again. "You're very clever witch." She chuckled, a low and very heinous sounding chuckle, like something evil was about to happen. She had a plan up her sleeve, she was hungry, and she couldn't get the witch's blood. "But you've forgotten something." She motioned around the room to her. "There's a room full of weaklings here. They would all make a fine dinner. And you get the pleasure of watching. So I suppose I should thank you. Were it not for your spell you cast around yourself, I might not have realized all the...delicious, albeit weak humans there are to enjoy." She took a deep breath in through her nose. So many choices, and a smile crossed over her face. She hadn't realized how hungry she was until now. Her eyes roamed the room, looking for a meal.

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Well, it seemed the bat man was the talk, dark and silent type. Perhaps he was related to Lurch, though very few people were as tall her much beloved butler. Whoever he was it hardly mattered when Morticia hear Wednesday calling for her. Turning toward the voice, she shuffled her way through the chaos and mayhem to her daughter.

“Darling,” she said, a smirk curling one corner of her blood red lips. “Isn’t this positively dreadful?”

The word was said with a note of excitement that made it clear that, in her books, dreadful was a positive thing.

“Why, I have not seen so many of the undead gathered in one place since your eighth birthday party, and we didn’t even have to dig anyone up ourselves.” Being an Addams, Morticia was used to unusual things, so she barely gave a second thought, nor a first for that matter, to how she suddenly arrived in this place. The partygoers were far too interesting to question any logic behind it.

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Hellgut was smug and why shouldn’t she be? She was a beautiful witch despite her age (she was quite successful at stealing the souls of children to keep herself young forever) and she had outsmarted a vampire yet again. Who wouldn’t be smug? And she couldn’t forget to mention just how powerful she was. You didn’t get to be the blue witch by being a weakling little nobody. She had worked hard for this position and she wasn’t going to lose it all because some vampire was hungry.

“I am clever,” she replied with a wicked smile. She really was quite wicked. And this time it was her time to laugh. She threw her head back and cackled evilly. “Oh, aren’t you a delightful one?” she asked a smirk settling upon her lips. “I don’t care about these mortals. They are no use to me. Go feed and when you have satiated yourself then come back to me and we shall play a little game.” And with that she cackled again because the game she had in mind ended in death and of course the death would not be her own.

She sauntered easily over to a dark corner of the room and conjured up her cauldron. But the cauldron wouldn’t work without the appropriate spell said over it. “Double, double, toil and trouble, fire burn and cauldron bubble. Fillet of a fenny snake, in the cauldron boil and bake.” She rummaged in her pockets adding in the ingredients as she spoke the words. “Eye of newt and toe of frog, wool of bat and tongue of dog. For a charm of power trouble, like a hell-broth boil and bubble!” She cackled again and stirred the cauldron exactly six times. Oh, this would be wonderful.

[miguel]

This was becoming slightly unbearable. It was hot inside of this horse costume, and Tulio had no sense of rhythm when it came to walking with four legs, and plus, all Miguel could see of the various attractive women of the school was their ankles. At least Tulio had a place to look out.

Then suddenly, something was happening, the costume felt like it was melting into him, his brain was just....somewhere else entirely, the world around him blurred into nothingness, and...

The horse's back legs skittered violently, and he lashed out with one of them, kicking at the first person who was close enough to be kicked. This was terrible! so many people! And they were all moving and panicking and brushing up against his sides and he couldn't even flick his tail properly without knocking over a few glasses of punch (which he did anyway).

[galahad]

Galahad was half hoping no one would recognise him, and that half hope was rapidly becoming a full hope as he observed the costumes other people had. His half-assed nun costume was pathetic compared to some of the elaborate things in here. There was a horse over there that was obviously two people, and the girls were fashionably decked out in a lot of cases, and there were even some undead people who...

Smelled like death and decay, and oh, what was that, the devil? No, it was a woman, but she looked dreadful. Probably an agent of the devil, for certain. Sister Gala reached for her rosary, but found that it was gone. Oh, no. How was she meant to protect herself from the forces of darkness now?!

She stepped backwards, and nearly stepped onto a little tiny person who was behind her. Heavens! What kind of person was five inches tall!? Sister Gala dropped down into a crouch and offered a hand to the tiny girl.

"My dear girl," she said, "What are you?"