01 April 2012 @ 11:24 pm
Nothing much happened to Enzo when he came in today. Perhaps Milliways is going easy on people after everything that happened, he figured.

Then Happy Hour ended and Bar woke up.

"!?garf eht thaw ,hO ...adnik leef I ,eduD"


[.kcul dooG :COO]
 
 
02 April 2011 @ 11:35 am
 
"...oh, for fuck's sake."

Trudy is not speaking from the floor, but that's only because her reflexes were quick enough to grab the doorway. From five feet and four inches to somewhere closer around nine feet (but she's still short, as far as Avatars and Na'vi measure it), with a tail and a neural whip (hidden in her sudden long braid) and bones of a different density, and damn, damn, damn.

"Goddamn April Fools," Trudy snarls (and she has sharp teeth now, the snarl is impressive), and stomps her way over to the backdoor and outside.

At least she's wearing clothes. If the powers that be had shoved her into a loincloth and a necklace and nothing else? Oh, she'd be pissed.

So, one nine-foot-tall hybrid alien, out by the lake, with her ears back and tail swishing angrily.

She'll calm down in a moment or two.
 
 
Current Mood: grumpy
 
 
01 April 2011 @ 11:56 pm
 
There's a familiar Guardian cadet uniform in the Bar tonight.

In fact, there is an entire Guardian cadet, but this is slightly harder to discern than usual, because the spirit of April Foolery has seen fit to render the uniform's occupant chameleonic. (Around here, this means he's mostly brown.)

Like actual chameleons, he's not completely invisible, but it's still potentially disconcerting.

[OOC: Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] a_is_for_amy for the idea!]
 
 
01 April 2011 @ 09:18 pm
 
When Sam comes inside from the forge, he feels rather cold and sticky as his shirt disappears and his pants become jeans.

He looks down and blushes under the gold paint before hurrying to a spot by the fire.

Maybe the paint will melt off though that won't make his clothes come back and the gold does cover up the burns on his wrists slightly.

(OOC: Open all weekend as I'm a mean mun.)
 
 
01 April 2011 @ 08:05 pm
 
When Thriteen finds the Bar today in place of her living room she steps through without thinking...then promptly realizes what day it is, and braces herself for the inevitable gender change. There's a sensation that the attributes to the changing of clothes, and then...nothing?

She pries open an eye, and glances down cautiously. Nope, definitely still female...although her clothes look a little familiar, swishy coat and all.

"Huh."


Eloquent Thirteen is eloquent...and botherable.
 
 
01 April 2011 @ 06:09 pm
 
Cy enters the Bar, looking very, very grumpy. Muttering something about "getting back at Beast Boy and whoever helped him with this."

As he walks past a table, some knives and forks fly off. And slap themselves to Cy's back with a series of clinks and clanks. Cy ignores them for now, but when a teaspoon tries to stick to his chest plate, he grabs it and throws it as far away as he can. Just far enough that it doesn't return.

We all knew Cy had a magnetic personality. But not this magnetic.

[ooc: Mainly a placeholder till Saturday night, but had to get this in.]
 
 
21 April 2010 @ 08:50 pm
 
OOM - Millitimed to the weekend after April Fool's Day, during the Time of the Body Swap:

Mary-in-Ingress' body runs the gauntlet of hugs in the House of Arch as Ingress-in-Mary's body watches on longingly. Maybe Tom and Door aren't so bad after all.

Once Mary and Ingress return to normal, Ingress has a lot of thinking to do. Mary's mind is made up, and she advises Ingress accordingly.

A week or so later in the House of Arch, Ingress goes to Tom to negotiate a matter of great importance.
 
 
12 April 2010 @ 02:10 pm
 
[In and out of Milliways: April 1st through April 5th.

Warnings for, I don't know, a lot of discomfort about being part of a middle-aged man <-> college-aged girl bodyswap and the accompanying invasion of privacy.]
 
 
05 April 2010 @ 10:38 am
 
Vergil hasn't thought to look for the sparkly pink bodyswapping gun in the lost and found yet. He's been too busy working on things like walking. Even once the body purged the alcohol, that proved to be trickier than previously imagined. It's a series of controlled falls; how in the name of the Forerunners do the humans manage it day in and day out? At least he knows what he's supposed to be eating, once he makes his way to the Bar. Having all the records of the New Mombasa Superintendent AI at his disposal-

Well, memories thereof. This brain doesn't appear to keep anywhere near as good a track of records. It's very discomfiting.

Anyway, Vergil still remembers what the hospital systems said were appropriate foods and nyama na irio rather than anything French, though, so it may be just a bit of a surprise to see.

(He's also having an interesting time with the fork. Fingers are not his strong suit.)



[tinytag: Vergil the Engineer]
 
 
04 April 2010 @ 09:39 pm
 
Mojo Jojo screeches through the door, a whirlwind in a cape and a turban.

"Where is it? WHERE IS IT?"

He searches under chairs and tables, looks into corners and under plates. The Sparkly Pink Body-Swapping Ray Gun is nowhere to be found! He knows he left it her. Damn you, coconut-flavored alcohol. DAMN YOU!!!

He scrawls onto a piece of paper and posts the sign on the bulletin board.

LOST: ONE PINK RAY GUN. SCIENTIFIC PROTOTYPE. SENTIMENTAL TO FAMILY (BELONGED TO DEAR DEPARTED GRANDFATHER). MUST FIND OR THE WORLD WILL END.

CONTACT MOJO JOJO WHEN FOUND. (HE IS THE HANDSOME APE WITH THE TURBAN)


Then Mojo returns to his search.
 
 
04 April 2010 @ 02:00 pm
 
You know, when you've been coming to Milliways for almost five and a half years, it really means something when you call it the awkwardest goddamn thing that has ever happened to you.

Body swapping with Jack Bauer is the awkardest. Goddamn. Thing. That has ever happened to Nita Callahan.

After Thursday she obviously couldn't go home, which means she's missed a day of classes, which is going to be so much fun to explain to her professors. She's spent the last couple days more or less cloistered in her room trying to work out how this happened, and how to fix it -- but her wizardry isn't working right. All her power signatures are off thanks to the switch.

Well, one thing about Milliways: even when awful, embarrassing, awkward, insane things happen to you there, chances are that someone there will be able to help with those same things. So Nita has finally made her way down to the bar proper -- still moving more stiffly than she's used to -- and claimed a table, in the hopes she'll run into someone with a bright idea or two. And, you know, to get some food. Jack's body needs to eat a lot more than her own does.

[ooc: In and out today due to Easter things, but open forever!]
 
 
03 April 2010 @ 11:15 pm
 
This is not the nineteen-year-old wizard you are looking for.

It may look like the nineteen-year-old wizard you are looking for, but inside there's a middle-aged former counter-terrorism agent who is really not happy about this right now. At least he--or she, depending on which way you look at it--had washed Nita's hair, though there was no freaking way he was having a shower in someone else's body.

At the moment he's sitting on a stool, trying to convince Bar to give him a drink. Not easy when the body you're in is under the legal drinking age.

[ooc: Just to be clear, this is Jack Bauer's mun, as we've not only swapped bodies, we've swapped journals for the moment. :D Open as long as people are interested in tagging!]
 
 
03 April 2010 @ 09:42 pm
 
Ben Wade has had several things, in the last 48 hours.

Among them:

- a shower
- a sandwich
- a change of clothes
- another shower
- another sandwich
- two glasses of wine
- even one more sandwich

And now, Ben Wade (in the way that Ben Wade is Dan Evans, and Dan Evans is Ben Wade) is sitting downstairs at a table, looking much less worse for wear than he has in recent days. He's just finished the most recent sandwich of the several he's consumed over the last two days, and is now enjoying a glass of whiskey, as he contemplates how to spend the remainder of his evening.

Things that involve the use of both feet and legs are on the top of his 'list', as of current.
 
 
03 April 2010 @ 11:35 am
 
D0G, for values of D0G that are essentially hardware, is looking strange. This is because D0G isn't walking, even on knuckles, but crawling.

And breaking chairs instead of moving them. Mostly crushing from gripping to tightly, but still.

And really? Ako'd like her own body back now.


OOC: Throwing this up and calling immediate slowtime, alas. Errands and running around call.
 
 
02 April 2010 @ 09:27 pm
 
Porthos is not pleased tonight.



Three guesses why, and the first two don't count.


(He is, however, wearing his favorite sash around his ridiculously long neck, as he had no intentions of parting with it, and is currently investigating his surprising new sense of taste; red and blue M&Ms are completely different flavors, who knew?)



[ooc: Open foreverrrr. I dare you to mock him. DARE YOU.]
 
 
02 April 2010 @ 08:16 pm
 
Coming down the stairs is a lady on a mission.

Moving awkwardly, searching earnestly, the blond in a hoodie and sweatpants is clearly after something.

That blonde? Is Bill.

You can't really tell unless you talk to her him, and the way he's searching, under chairs, on top of tables, behind booths, he'll probably happen upon you soon enough.

And then he's probably gonna try and lie, but Bill really is an awful liar. Being Kate Warner probably isn't going to fix that.
 
 
01 April 2010 @ 09:55 pm
A fourteen-year-old Japanese girl stumbles across the room, leaning heavily against a chair or table every few steps to regain her balance. She's making faint whimpering noises under her breath, like an upset dog.

Forgive her. She's not used to walking fully upright like this. She's not used to a lot of things, just now. Like breathing, or binocular vision, or being a human being as opposed to a robot.

[ooc: I'm going to bed shortly, but wanted to get this up while it was still technically the first of the month. Open until it scrolls.]
 
 
01 April 2010 @ 06:34 pm
 
Thirteen has had a hell of a morning, and ) when she spots Milliways on the other side of the door instead, she lets out a relieved sigh and quickly darts inside. Moments after she's inside, she can feel herself shift, and, after a quick glance down at himself, and running a hand experimentally over newly-grown stubble, Thirteen looks skyward, still dripping.

"You hate me, don't you?"
 
 
01 April 2010 @ 10:38 am
 
It happens when the front door slides shut behind her – one moment Trudy is walking forwards in her short, stocky, and well-loved body, and the next she is stumbling as the world shifts and grows smaller.

Bones different everything too bright hair sliding around her shoulders in dozens of tiny braids except for a longer one hanging down her back hearing so much more sensitive (this body hasn’t spent years flying helicopters; no hearing loss) with her ears flicking back against her head and when Trudy turns, trying to catch her balance, she notices her hands are blue, blue, blue with darker blue stripes and there is a-

Tail?!

Very, very carefully, the now nearly-nine-foot tall pilot sits down on the floor, near the front door. Her blue (!) tail (!!) curls around her feet as she runs her hands over herself. No body hair on her arms, her clothes are different (singlet, shorts, no shoes – it’s all to scale, but where the hell is her flightsuit) and her necklaces are gone. That burns, but Trudy puts it aside for now. Her face is different. It’s an Avatar’s face, with that oddly broad nose and those oddly large (yellow) eyes. The cheekbones feel the same, as does her jaw, her mouth. If she were to look into a mirror, Trudy would recognize herself in the reflection.

If she were to look in a mirror.

For the moment, the Marine is settling for clenching and unclenching her hands, watching bones and muscles slide underneath unfamiliar and two-toned skin that sparkles with tiny points of light in the shadow.

“Ooooh, fuck,” says Trudy Chacon.

[OOC: Putting this up now, as it’s 1st April in my part of the world, and I lack internet tomorrow. This is also open until her next EP. :D?

NOTE: Trudy is currently an Avatar – an artificial hybrid between the Pandoran Na’vi and humans. She is still recognizable as Trudy despite the icon, and her voice certainly hasn’t changed. HOWEVER she’s now roughly nine feet tall, blue, with a tail and bioluminescent sparkles.]

tiny!tag: trudy chacon
 
 
Current Mood: confused
 
 
01 April 2010 @ 01:55 am
 
April Fool's Day is a nefarious day in Milliways tradition. This year, it's been made more nefarious due to the presence of certain beings... and their body-swapping devices and powers.

Mojo Jojo is at a corner table with a sparkly ray gun, and there are strange bowls of curry bubbling in another corner, ready to explode. There are more things, too. Oh, yes. There are more. A scientist is working on cutting edge Transference Pad technology. There's even a Trickster.

Watch out, bar patrons. You might not know what hit you until it's too late.

OOC: Pick a subthread, any subthread! For more information about this April Fool's Day Post of Body-Swapping Madness, please see this backroom post