Feb. 12th, 2017

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With Valentine's around the corner, and with Isaiah considering it one of the most depressing holidays, he'd decided it was time for his experiment. He gathered the things that he'd purchased, most of it from the curio shop with the redhead 'solo act' lady. He got out the hot plate, and sat down in his dorm an hour before noon to do his work. The first half hour was prepping the ingredients. The second was waiting, because he'd decided that noontime was the perfect time to mix it all.

Lavender and rose candle wax, finely shaved. Black salt, just a pinch. Crushed sage. Mint leaf, crushed. Ground walnut shells. Add water, heat, and chant over the mix as it comes to a boil. Remove from heat, allow to cool, and drink.

Getting the incantation correct and sitting firmly in his mind was half the challenge. It was something like a prayer. A prayer for happiness. A prayer for the end of sorrow. A prayer for love to come to him.

It didn't go down easy, but in the sanctity of his dorm room, at least nobody else could hear him choke it down. He set the glass he'd used aside, and waited for the potion to hit him in full.

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"Hi. I'm Izzy," he said to, well, whoever this was, his face bearing a dopey grin, his cheeks flushed. For all intents and purposes, Izzy was smashed off of his ass. He was coordinated enough to not get picked up by the cops, but he was going around and greeting anyone who so much as looked his way.

He didn't know what time it was. He didn't care. It was time to share happiness and love with everyone. He didn't know where he was. The where, who, and when didn't matter. What mattered was that he was happy. He couldn't care less about any of his past concerns. What had they been? Why had he cared?

The world was such a lovely place. And he just wanted to tell this person that he thought they were lovely, and that no matter how bad things were, that things would always, always get better. Even if you needed a little help.

((OTA; put Izzy with whoever and put him wherever you desire! The sky's the limit; he could've wandered wherever in his potion-induced state))
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After weeks of agonizing about whether she was or wasn't pregnant with Akeem's baby, the relief of a definitive negative had done wonders for her. No longer was her skin stangely grey, no launger was she angular and gaunt.

Today Pippa was the picture of heath. Radiant with life and good cheer. She was dressed for shopping, a trim cut houndstooth single breasted coat with the hem of her red blouse peeking out from beneath the edge of the coat. Red leather gloves, black skin-tight leggings, and knee high black leather boots completed her look. Her hair was pinned up on each side and the luxurious weight of it tumbled down over her shoulders.

She paused as she exited Harrod's to check her phone. She had a few other places she simply must go, but for the most part she was simply shopping and finding joy in it. It had ben too long since she'd been able to empty her head and enjoy the banal.

"Oooh, I have enough stars for a free Grande. Starbucks next, it seems..."

She looked up and around, smiling at everyone around her. She desperately wanted to scream "I'M NOT PREGNANT!" to everyone, but she refrained. A smile would do.

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