Citrine

[dramatispersonae]

[You find yourselves surrounded by mud walls and a ceiling, the grass of the clearing still dense under your feet. The room is well-lit by the usual lights that litter Aather during the night. There is a small pool of water in one corner and a piece of paper stuck to one of the walls]

Comments

[dramatispersonae]

[Sea snakes deposit a small vial on the ground next to the pool] Someone has chosen to force a member of a team to drink, and I have picked your team. The effects won’t hurt, and if you don’t drink you may start finding it difficult to breathe.

[The water level in the pool begins to creep upwards]

((when drunk, the potion will cause the drinker to have hiccups))

[domintation]

...

*yoink, glug.*

[lightmyfire]

--Blaze?

[domintation]

*hic. hic. hic.*

Awww, I thought it'd be--hic--funner than that!

[lightmyfire]

... Yeah, that's pretty lame.

[hypocritic_oath]

[waits for it]

[domintation]

*hic!*

[hypocritic_oath]

... ah, I assume it will wear off in a minute.

[youhadmefromhello]

[waaaaaaaits for it]

[domintation]

*HIC*

[youhadmefromhello]

. . . that's it?

[domintation]

Guess so!

*hic.*

[flourished]

. . . are you all right . . .?

[domintation]

*hic hic hic*

Yup!

[flourished]

. . . hiccups . . .

[domintation]

Kind of--hic--lame...

[flourished]

A little.