[ti]private[/ti]A Trick Of The Fae

It all started with a mushroom.  
One measly Mushroom.  
One itty bitty, ethereal, glowing mushroom.

In hindsight it was obvious that he shouldn't have fucked with it.  The damn thing practically screamed "Hey asshole I'm a magic mushroom that is going to make weird and zany shit happen to you if you mess with me" 

But Orion didn't speak mushroom. 

He also had slightly higher hopes that Hydance wouldn't have been so on the nose with the whole thing, and this mushroom was like some sort of partially implemented crafting material to make Ether that would be announced in the next update or something.  So, thinking it'd be cool to show to the Professor, he'd leaned down real low to try and pluck it and whoopsie, some ethereal pixie dust bullshit got up his nose.

You cannot imagine the high you get from snorting pixie dust.

Next thing he knew that shroom was in his fucking stomach, and his mind was somewhere beyond the realm of physical and digital.  He could smell numbers and hear colors as the universe itself unfolded and revealed it's secrets to him.  Or at least, that's what it felt like to him.  To the average onlooker, the man seemed to be a little zonked out as he stumbled down the path away from town.  He hadn't even noticed the day giving way to night, or the perilous trap laid before him by some clever fair who'd arranged flowers in a circle.  

Sneaky fairy's, people cannot see circles when they're higher than a kite.

Stumbling forward, the man stepped into the circle and across another threshold to behold a...woman?  Her hair was a waterfall of technicolor lava dripping down her shoulders.  Her eyes were flickering static, and her mouth some escherian fractal spiral.  In her arms she held a bundle of sapphires strung together with pearls, it smelled of laughter and the beach right before a storm.  The duo sung to him in an ethereal melody vaguely reminiscent of a TV show his cousin had been enthralled with once, but he wasn't sure if that was them talking or humming or...

"Y-yo."  Orion managed to slur out shakily as he forced himself to remember how to speak and giving them a light wave.  "Chill ass..." he paused looking up to the infinite multitudes of stars above them, a thousand colors blurring together to form something he was certain only a mantis shrimp could comprehend.  Or was he the mantis shrimp?  Was this how they saw the world, with eyes unclouded by human thought and like, a fucktillion extra color cones.  He would stand there stunned for much too long, basking in the artificial universe before him before finishing his thought.  "Night for a walk eh?"

Smooth Orion, there was no way she could know you were high.