1st Pill

[maidofecstasy]

[There's a hut on the island with its window open, and a sign that reads "The Pharmacist is [In]". Sitting behind the window is a young lady with purple hair, looking dazed to say the least. She's got a bottle of pills in one hand, which she's eating out of like a kid with a bag of skittles. Even though she's got an ear-to-ear grin, she looks kind of bored.

Or maybe she's just really, really high. Absolutely nothing bad could come from asking which one it is, right?]

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[a_smile]

[here's someone else with an ear-to-ear grin wandering over to take a look. hun...]

'Pharmacist'?

[maidofecstasy]

[Yakui keeps staring off into the distance for a moment before she reacts, flinching when it hits her.]

Oh, hey! Need some medicine, or some "medicine"?

[a_smile]

[his grin seems to get bigger.]

Just looking. This is a new place.

[maidofecstasy]

Is it new? I built it, like, a few hours ago. Or was it yesterday?

[She shrugs, which causes her head to slide from its perch on her hand and fall on its side on the stand. She doesn't bother sitting back up.]

Want a sample? Good for what ails you, and for what isn't ailing you enough.

[a_smile]

New to me.

[Smile tilts his head and laughs a little.]

A sample? I'm not sick. Or is it something else?

[maidofecstasy]

Not sick? Or not sick enough?

[a_smile]

Depends on what you call 'sick'. Not sick enough, I guess.

[maidofecstasy]

Either way, I got what you need!

[She shakes a bottle of pills enticingly.]

[a_smile]

[Smile tilts his head before shrugging. well, why not.]

Sounds like fun. What do you have that I need?

Sometimes I worry I'm going to offend someone who actually knows what these combinations would do

[maidofecstasy]

[She tosses him a bottle of NyQuil, ultra strength (which probably does not actually exist, and is probably actually just regular NyQuil mixed with a sprinkling of shrooms and marinated in vodka).]

But if anyone asks, you probably got it from me. Maybe.

[a_smile]

[he takes the bottle and turns it around.]

Don't think anyone would ask me. But I'll tell them that if they do.

[maidofecstasy]

[There's the usual warning labels (this causes cancer, death, an inexplicable fondness for Biodome, yadda yadda). But when are those ever true? Particularly given the fact that the label probably doesn't accurately reflect the contents anyway.]

So you'll tell them to ask you...?

Eh, whatever, man. Clowns are weird. Ha.

[a_smile]

[Smile laughs again. another jab at his tattoos? the people here seemed fond of doing that.]

Not a clown.

[maidofecstasy]

... A mime? Bleh. Mimes are creepy. You should be a clown. Not as creepy; still kind of creepy, but less annoying.

[a_smile]

Not a mime either. I'm Smile. [he pulls at the corners of his mouth. see?]

[maidofecstasy]

... Hahahaha.

[Yakui forces a laugh, because the longer she looks at you, the more you seem like something out of one of her bad trips.]

'course you are. Jovial sonuvagun like you must have a whole lotta friends. Good for you.

[a_smile]

I'd like to think so. [he tilts his head.] Maybe.

[relentlessly]

[ ... well that wasn't there yesterday. ]

Bluh do-over because i need to research shit better

[maidofecstasy]

[Maybe "hut" isn't so much a good word as "a bunch of wooden boards nailed together into a lemonade stand".

She just keeps staring at nothing, not moving for a moment.

... then promptly drops her face flat onto the desk, and stays that way.]

[relentlessly]

[ oh. she died.


what a shame. ]

Commoner rabble, dispensing unauthorized "cure-alls". The queen would be disgusted.

[maidofecstasy]

[Yakui laughs, high-pitched and obnoxious, without sitting back up; closer inspection may reveal she's simply staring intently at the wood.]

I got plenty of cure-alls~... Hahahaha!

[relentlessly]

Who gave you a permit for this unsightly peddling?

[maidofecstasy]

Hey, man, hey, I ain't peddlin'. It's, like, a public service, y'know!

[relentlessly]

You will find little in the way of 'public' to be served.

[maidofecstasy]

Private, public, what's the difference?

[No really, she has trouble differentiating the two sometimes.]

[dreaming_prophet]

[well, what's this? curiousity stupidly getting the better of him, Al pokes around. a 'pharmacist', hun?]

[maidofecstasy]

[She continues staring straight into the void, as if nothing else in the world exists.

The fact that she actually consorts with the void incarnate on a regular basis back home notwithstanding, she seems more likely to just be watching paint dry in the distance somewhere.]

[dreaming_prophet]

[...waves a hand in front of her face. hellooo...?]

[maidofecstasy]

WHOA!

[She falls back onto her butt, looking startled.]

Jesus! Where the hell did you come from?

[dreaming_prophet]

I've been here for awhile. What is this place?

[maidofecstasy]

Some sort of island, like Cuba. Or wait. No. Is this a trick question?

[dreaming_prophet]

I meant what you have here. What is it?

[maidofecstasy]

It's a lemonade stand. Want some lemonade?

[She holds up a glass of distinctly purple liquid. Not pink, purple. Opaque. If that's lemonade, the sky is made of puppies. And if you drink it, you'll probably think that's the case.]

[dreaming_prophet]

[he just...raises an eyebrow.]

I don't think that's lemonade...

[maidofecstasy]

Ehhhh... It's close enough. Probably some lemonade in there somewhere.</small.

[dreaming_prophet]

What else is in there? [Al isn't sure he wants to take something if he's not sure what's in it.]

ugh formatting fail orz

[maidofecstasy]

I dunno. Some acid, little bit of vodka, touch of peyote, and some Red Bull.

Not sure what it does yet, but it sounded like a good idea at the time!