VITAMINS

>be me
>checking my e-mail
>UNIQUE APPORTUNITY TO GET MONEY AND INPROVE YOUR HEALTH
>seems like spam, but check it out anyway
>e-mail says something about newly discovered chemical that is used to repair brain cells or something among those lines.
>after using your google-fu you found article in some science journal that mentions something among those lines
>fuck it, time to bring some good to humanity

>next morning you get to the place
>it seems fine, looks like private stomatology
>you sign some papers about using your information for science and other bullshit and got escorted into clean white room
>presumably doctor ask for your feces and urine samples and takes some blood
>then he takes out one pill in absurdly oversized pakaging
>no seriously, for a size of a normal pill it uses something about A5 sheet
"Is this all, or it is just something to prepare my organism for the vitamin or something?"
>That's all, just take the pill and procede to the couch
>you drink down pill, put on rubber hat with electrodes and lay down leather table
>at first you were bored but then something really really REALLY good starts to happen
>you would say "fucking good" bur you really don't feel like swearing for some reason
>you feel really happy and have a ton of ideas on how to get some new friends and where to hang out and other really cool stuff.
>you decide to take your phone to wright them down so you would never-ever forget them
>doctor looking guy glances at you and turns back to crossword
>finaly, 3-hour test is over
>good, if you were not bisy coming up with these cool ideas you would be probably bored out of your mind.
>Everything is in order, we already send your payment to your bank account
"Okay"
>you can't help but beam with happines and energy
>and you know what are you going to spend these money on

>you can't help but hop slightly while walking betwen isles
>who knew there is such a big discount for if you buy bunch of items at one?
>you come to a stop near cakemix
"yep, i'm totaly gonna make some cake for my friends"
>you plop three boxes on top of pile of disposable plates, plastic spoons, arts and crafts cardboard, streamers and baloons
>after putting your boxes in a cart you whip out your phone and check out your social media.
>seems like your friends like the idea of get-together, while for some reasen suprised that this initiative is coming from you
>you would like to make party itself a suprise but then nodoby would know about it and come
>oh well, even without the suprise party itself would be super-duper fun
>after few more minutes of shopping you finaly check out
>you shove your purchases into four large bags and run towards bus-stop
>finaly, after a bus ride, most of wich you sung after a driver's radio, you arrive at your flat
>you unpack your bags and allocate their contents between refregirator shelves and workplace
"well, time to get working"
>you draw bowls from under the sink and start mixing the mix
>time flys by as you bake cakes for the gathering but after you finaly put thrird cake in the frige you feel tired
>you clean table, wash yourself in the shower and finaly hit the hay, wanting nest day to come sooner

>wake up
>you feel really good and fresh
>probably beacuse you gone to sleep at reasonable hour
>as you brush your teeth you remember what you did yesterday
>you panic and quickly pull out your phone
>What do you do? Canncel everything?
>but why?
>after few minutes of staring at the cars from a window you decide go on through anyway
>maybe your sudden activity was induced by whatever was in that pill but flushing it down the drain will surely do no good
>as you walk back into bathroom to lick your bedhair into somewhat acceptable shape you notice that it got a bit more volume than usual
>huh, strange
>looks like your new shampoo is really good, you gotta use buy it more
>but there is no time to indulge into narcisim: you have a party to set up.
>you take your drag your old 2007 "gamer' pc from closed and plug it into tv
>while it boots you check snacks and bevriges
>man, you didn't buy enough of them
>good thing there is shop nearby that works from 6am
>as you hop to it you can't help but hum, seeing as how good this day it
>when you arrive you say hi to some guy who for some reason decidet to buy some stuff at 8:20
>he looked at you for few seconds and decided to go along whatever way he was going before you interfiered in his life
>whatever, he probably have his reason to not talk to you
>you have snack to buy!

>as you find section with chips something metaphorically hits you
>for a second your vision darkens, heads fells heavier and it's gone
>you look back at chips but intead of them you see... flowers?
>what?
>you look around see changed selection of products
>prepackaged food seems to be replaced with with veggies, fruits and other greens
>in the other isle you see a bundle of hay
>suddenly sensation comes back, albeit much weaker
>instead of hay you see sack of potatos
>what was that?
>you scratch your head as you check out, but the more time passes since this unusual event, the less unusual it seems
>eh, it's probably nothing
>gosh, what a good day!
>you should go for a walk or something
>wich you totaly do after droping your bag onto the table

>why did you do that before more often?
>just walking by and looking at all these people are so fun!
>and these street musicians are so funky
>you let yourself loose to rhythm of a street, hopping along the flow and somehow manage to become head of a small procession
>but even a few hours of walking, jumping and occasional singing you don't feel tired, not even a tinsy-insy bit
>you even feel a little bit disappointed when you bounce back to home as you realize that your party won't start in another hour and a half
>you quickly download and setup some party games and music on your PC and wait
>this is going to be so much fun
>finally, your friends arrive at your house
>you rush to the door to greet them
"HI-HI-HI! I'm so glad you came here! Go get comfy, others should get here really soon"
>your guests follow you into your guestroom/second bedroom where you set up a table
>on it there is big bowl of chips, small bowl of candy, several bottles of soda, 15 cardboard plates and a vase with lavender for decoration
>you turn music on and begun to dance
"C'mon, have fun!"
>others somewhat reluctantly join you, but you can see happiness on their faces after just one minute
>as new guest join party your smile grows wider
>how could you have doubted yourself?

>the rest of the party goes just as great
>you have played some traditional party games and some party games on your computer
>you didn't get far in any of them but the atmosphere of fun and excitement made you almost feel happiness and joy others have
>even more so, everybody thanked you for making this party
>the realization that it was your initiative make something click inside of you
>as soon as it "clicked" gravity decided to increase its pull again
>and when you look up something feels off
>it takes you few seconds to realize but everybody for some reason got really crazy hairstyle, complete with bright colors straight from gouache paint set.
>you blink for few seconds but bizarre (and somewhat comforting) vision doesn't seems to go away
>you look around taking in this sea of color
>as you pass by the table you reach for a snack and eat it only to taste something unexpected
>you open your mouth and bring object in your hand on eye level
>you stare at the flower stalk as if it will stare back if you keep eye contact long enough, with is silly because despite all sudden oddities in your life these flowers remained physical flowers and didn't become metaphorical void
>and as you look at you realize that you didn't check your own hair
>maybe it something super awesome
>you reach bathroom and behold the neat pile of pink resting on your head
>for some reason you kinda like it

>as you go back to the party someone touches you by the shoulder
>you turn around and see someone you don't actually know with straight up rainbow-colored hair
>Hey dude, did you put something in drinks? What's with funky hair?
>as soon as he says it gravity pulls again, taking all technicolor hair away
>you look back at him, now noticing that what would not be out of place on a rock-star have reduced to very mild mullet of light brown
>Whoa, did you felt this to?
"Feel what? Otherworldly pull of gravity that brings strange augmentations or reality?"
>Yeah, that. What the fuck did you put in my drink?
"I didn't put anything in, i swear! And who are you? I'm glad that you came, but i gotta know your name"
>Whatever. Name's Radion. You are Dmitriy, right?
"Yep, that's me! Did you like the party?"
>You know, aside from this whole hallucination thing party's pretty great, i'll give you that. If you ever throw another one, count me in.
"Oki-Doki! Maybe add me somewhere, so that i could invite you to my next one"
>Yeah, right. Let me pull out my phone.

>eventually, party ended
>after saying goodbye to everyone you sigh and begin to clean your room
>looking back, recent events in your life seems really strange
>but despite their suddenness you feel yourself embracing them
>you didn't feel so good since a long time ago
>you feel like you do some impact
>you feel like your friends are actually your friends instead of people you just happened to know
>thinking about this you feel some sort of warmth inside of you, inside your very soul
>but what should you do next?
>of course you want to make more parties, it's just unquestionable
>but besides that, what next?
>eventually you have to go back to uni, and what then?
>you drop trash scoop on the floor and start thinking really hard
>you rush into your bedroom, trying to remember various facts from your life
>thankfully, everything seems to check out, and you even remember some parts of last semesters lectures
>you lay on the floor and sigh
>you feel silly to the point you can't help but giggle
>what a stupid idea, that something tries to replace you
>after all, you feel more like yourself than ever

>You are Radion now
>despite the fact that yesterdays party had almost no alcohol you still wake up with hangover inside your head
>after applying cold water both inside and outside of your body you feel ready to join the world of living
>stumbling back into your bedroom and stepping over your windbreaker that you were to lazy to put on a hook you finally let chill morning wind in
>10 AM is still morning, right?
>as you open your curtains you take a look at the almost cloudless blue sky
>you could look at it forever were it not that it also stirred something inside of you
>suddenly, you became aware of just how small not only your room, but entire apartment that you live in.
>you don't feel threatened by the lack of space, just left with desire for more
>picking up fresh t-shirt from drawer and pulling up nearest pair of jeans you to your anteroom
>locking door with keys that you conveniently found in the pants that you wear right now you rush down the stairs, forgetting the elevator
>as you exit your commieblock you breathe in a lungful of air and exhale, enjoying fresh atmosphere
>you start walking down the street, accelerating into run, feeling wind blowing through your hair
>you don't care where you go, you enjoy the mere fact of going forward
>building go buy as you continue to run and run
>eventually, you stop halfway to the center, feeling a bit tired
>after few minutes of looking at the private theater you begin to run back home, feeling as if you got wind in the wings

>Be Dmitriy
>you bounce down the street from the cafe you just got a work in
>it's just a summer job for a month but income is a income
>you pull a notepad out your hair that increased in volume even more and check the "go submit a resume" square
>next on your list is a "go check a bigger party space"
>you put your notepad back and pull phone out of your pocket
>you open 2gis and input address of one of your friends that should have a lot of space for your party
>a few bus stops later you head straight to your destination
>a few seconds after ringing a intercom you a greeted with voice of Roman
>"Who's there"
"It's me, Dmitriy. You said you have a big room for a big party"
>"Ok, come in"
>as the door beeped you pull the handle and entered the building
>you remember being Roman's friend since the first semester
>thanks to him you managed to get through programming course and after that you were constantly helping each other
>despite this, you never really hang out together, only meeting in uni or online
>so it was surprise for you to see just how spacious his apartment was
"Wow, i never knew you had such a big apartment. How did your parents manage to score this one?"
>"They are artists, and got rich by selling the paintings to some European duke. After that they got pretty big and started to go on presentations and such. This room is their "home gallery" they use to present their paintings to some oligarch that potentially interested in buying those. I personally never really liked doing paintings and instead got into web design"
>the room that he was talking about looked more like small assembly hall
"Are you sure you are willing give me it for a party?"
>"Of course, i willing. Your previous party was terrific and I'm not going to deny you make a bigger one just because i decided to hold this place for myself"

>you are Radion again
>it has been four days since party
>after your initial burst you kept running
>but it soon became not enough
>you need something stronger
>but what?
>answer came in form of a skydiving club brochure
>idea seems strangely welcome, and you guess there is no harm in trying
>eventually time h has come
>you are in a airplane
>you and your partner both tied to a parachute
>signal to jump is on
>you take step in to the sky, and your partner jumps
>for half a second everything seems like you expected
>wind blows, you rush through the air
>but suddenly, the sense of pressure in your head that you had back at party comes back
>after that, everything seems fine
>the flock of your hair that flipped in your field of vision remained its natural color
>but soon you realize what's wrong
>you feel not your partner, nor your backpack
>instead, you start felling strange pull in your back
>suddenly pull gets stronger
>you look back and see wings
>you have no idea what they do there but you don't mind it
>scratch that
>you DO mind it
>it's so cool
>you start to feel air pass under your wings
>you twirl in the air as if you do in thousands of times
>you look down
>earth looks like a patchwork quilt, filled with various shades of green and gold with occasional rooftop
>you feel overjoyed and lose yourself in gliding
>after indeterminate amount of time you finally land
>immediately you fall on the ground as pressure in your head builds up again
>suddenly, you feel weight of your partner on your back
>he looks pale, with expression full of terror
>you think back to your hallucination and it's implication
>ohshit.png

>be Dimitriy
>the week has passed and the new party has been started
>you have done a bunch of things and even managed to score an actual, if amateur, DJ
>and it's just the beginning!
>you invited your friends and their friends and even some of the friends of friends of your friends, so many people should join soon
>and the Radion said that he will come to your party to tell you something
>everything is great
>together with you, Roman is looking at the crowd
>"I still can't believe you managed to pull that off, dear"
"I know. It would be very hard if i tried to do it by myself, but i asked everyone to help, and they did as they can, just like you!"
>"I guess. It wasn't that hard to allow you in. If everyone helped even by just a little, together they sure did a great deal"
>suddenly, the bell rings, barely audible over the music even near the entrance
>you zoom to the door, impatiently opening it
"Hi Radion, nice to see you! Come join in."
>"Are you sure? I have some really freaky news to tell you."
"Yeah, I'm sure! You can tell it at the party"
>you basically drag him in and look at his face as he gazes confusingly
>"Dude, where did you pulled this lair out of magic hat or something? How did you score this thing?"
"A friend helped me! There he is."
>you point at Roman, and he waves at you, noticing his mention.
"So, what was so super-duper important that you wanted to tell it in person?"
>he thinks for few seconds and then replies
>"Uh, do you remember this weird hallucination back at previous party? I had it again and..."
>his speech stops short as pressure rolls over both of you again
>when you focus back at reality, you see that his rainbow hair is now brought some friends
>"Yours eyes blue"
"Yours purple"
>after this short exchange you both look around
>everyone at party sporting new hair colors
>"W-what is happening here?"
>you look back and see that Roman now have purple hair, styled in big wavy curls
>"that's what we try to understand. Do you have some separate room, where we can discus this alone?"
>"Yes, sure"
>You three part with raving crowd and go inside some kind of closed
>"So, can someone explain to me what is going on?"
>"Everything started a week ago, on a previous party. Both me and Dima got some strange headaches, and then we saw that everybody got some freaky paint jobs"
"Em, it started before that"
>Radion looks at you with disbelief
>"And you didn't tell me? Why?"
"I thought it was not that important. It happened in a shop and all it only made some food look funky"
>Everybody went silent for a moment before Radion replied
>"So, did you had any accidents before that? Did you fall into pool of radioactive paint or something?"
"No. But if you think about it, i DID take part in some medical testing right before all this started happening. And it was after that testing that i decided to organize that party..."
>"So you took some drug that altered your mind and now alters our perception of reality and you didn't tell us?"
"Well, when you put it that way it sure sounds spooky. But i don't feel like I'm altered, i feel like i have some courage to do something i wanted for a long time. I feel like i can actually have a substantial dialog with people outside of absolutely necessary situations. I feel like i can do something without giving up half-way through."
>"I get it dear, you actually got a life. But maybe we should talk to those who gave this medicine to you?"
"Yeah, you right. Now let me check- Oh, i got a new e-mail from them!"
>"Who even uses e-mail to actually talk now?"
>you hastily opened this mail and read it
>Dear Dmitriy Petrarch Pirogi, i must inform you that there might be some medium-to-long time side effects. If you feel any unusual symptoms, please, report them as soon as possible.
>"oh"