Bodyswap plot

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

Ellen had been having some trouble with the door, so she stayed at Milliways for the length of the Brotherhood of Steel's Exodus observance. She'd been planning on coming downstairs to test the door and work on repairing her boots again if it didn't cooperate this time.

Something went FOOM when she tried it.

"... um."



(Well, it's not the first time her center of gravity's gone all off, but last time she was still her usual height. This, she wasn't expecting.)

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[notapilot]

Sam's read the notice finally and after meeting Curtis, has decided he's not going back home until this is all cleared up. Last thing he needs is to become someone else just as he's passing through.

Instead, he leaves a note for Bucky, Orpheus, and Rikki at the bar:
( Read more... )

That done. he takes a plate of fish and chips and heads for the fireplace. Lunch waits for no man.

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[never_promised]

This is an unfamiliar sort of hangover for Hal--he's never been a girl with a hangover before, let alone a girl disguised as a boy with a hangover, and he's sure he's never had a hangover after drinking so very little--but the worst of it is over, thanks to time, some buttered eggs, and a couple of white pills offered gratis by Mistress Bar, and now he's looking around the common room with cheerful interest as he nurses a very modest and unassuming small beer.

How many of the people here know Cesario, he wonders? (And how many of them know Viola? But that's a secret he has promised to keep, and he keeps his promises.)




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[never_shall_yield]

 
Javert has not been having the easiest time since the last time he was here, so for people who knew about that whole mess, it might not be a surprise to see that he looks dreadful, his clothes are wrinkled and there is a wine stain on his shirt. Also, that he does not appear happy to find himself in Milliways - he snarls towards the bar, and stalks straight through and out to the stables within seconds of the door closing behind him. Things are less complicated with the horses.

Things become more complicated when he is in a stall with Acajou, there is a strange sensation and a noise, and...then he is no longer in a stall with Acajou. He is walking out near the trees, and everything is all wrong. Everything is very, very, wrong: he is in the wrong place, and his body feels different, and his hands - he stares at them, and then at the scar on the arm which is all too familiar for one that does not belong to him. 

Oh good God. Please, no.



[OOC: Catch him outside, or in the bar later. Here all evening, and post open for a couple of days unless I put him in again in this body. <3]

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bodyswapped Noriko, pt. 2

[electro_kinetic]

There is the body of Hannibal Lecter--noted carefully, because it's not the consciousness occupying it (if there were a less appropriate time to use the person-suit metaphor, the narration would have taken it)--sitting at a table in the middle of the bar with a not-entirely-unusual expression.

On Noriko proper it would be less flat and more...well, far more angry, let us be honest. Anyway, she in his body is lettering a smallish sign, dressed in comfortable and exceedingly casual clothes consistent of artfully frayed jeans, a Ramones tee shirt and a zippered hoodie with quite a collection of safety pins on it, forming epaulettes. There is also the fact that the normally well-taken-care-of hair is currently gelled into what looks like short liberty spikes, each a different blank-tinted color.

She sets up the sign, which reads Ever Wanted to Slap Hannibal Lecter*? Now's Your Chance (the addendum being open hands only, there's still a person in here and I can feel pain) and settles back with Taco Bell.

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More Bodyswap Fun

[says_the_booyah]

The last two days have been a bit hard.  The apparently normal aggressiveness of Fawkes's body has let Cy just a bit on edge.  Not enough to make him actually smash anything.  But enough to inspire a lot more meditation than he's ever practiced.  (Raven would be impressed.)

One thing is certain, though: he's not going to miss being himself again.  He was a little concerned that having a fully organic humanoid body for the first time in years would be a bit difficult.  But Fawkes is so far from what Cy was once upon a time that this isn't all that different than being a bear.  Fully alive, but never for a second 100 percent comfortable.

That said, it was nice to sleep on a bed and not a a diagnostic platform.

He's outside now, meditating in the chill air (which feels only a bit chilly through the thick skin.)  Come say hi.

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[hot_water]

"Yer movin' all wrong," Tahno tells Jemma, trying to instruct her in how to use his body. It had taken him a while to calm down from the resulting panic attack when he found himself in her body and unable to bend, but once he found her, teaching her to bend took priority.

"I think I'm moving quite well, considering an hour ago I wasn't male" Jemma retorts, the words sounding odd with Tahno's drawl.

"No, no, look," Tahno says, his characteristic twang completely missing in Jemma's voice. "Here, let me..." He stands behind her, and takes Jemma's hands in his own, moving her through the positions of a standard water whip. "Like that."

The resulting water whip... well. Jemma is very sorry for soaking that person's dinner, over there.

... and the table. And part of the couch.

Mostly she's just sorry. And attempting to do it again, so not that sorry after all.

[OOC: Two pups, two muns! Say who you want or get either!]

Swap post

[merryeccentricities]

The door to the Bar slams open to reveal what looks like Thor wincing in apology.

Joly is really not getting the hang of being Asgardian. But he probably has to eat. He manages to get food (in Thor-proof dishes, thank you Madame Bar) and manages to very, very carefully sit down without destroying anything else. He stares at the food for a moment and lets out a sigh he doesn't mean to be so very loud and dramatic. But everything is so big and dramatic in this body!

Bahorel is entirely used to the big and dramatic, (but has managed to make do with the considerably smaller canvas of Feuilly's body by experimentation with body paint and temporary hair dye; he's currently covered in a swirl of red and gold flames against black under the rather piratical outfit he's gathered together, and yes, that is an earring) and very used to all his friends' varying levels of Sigh. Getting out of (and indeed, into) the rafters is differently tricky in Feuilly's body, but he's still back on the ground and teasing Joly in no time.

A few dirty jokes and a borrowed (and somewhat reinforced) computer tablet later, and two somewhat out of place Frenchmen are watching random internet videos of variable plausibility. Extremely botherable.



((OOC: Still probably a little slowtimes, but last- minute Bodyswap thread by request, two pups, one mun, ask for the one(s) you want or get either! ETA: off for a bit, I'll tag back in the morning! )

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[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy is not bodyswapped. Apparently you get excused from such things if you happen to be on the toilet at the time.

He hasn't really twigged what is going on though, and is currently bouncing his smallest son on his knee, quietly singing the fifth rendition of the 'Horsey horsey' song.

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[fry_sandhu]

So Fry wasn't too worried about Scampi getting carried off by the Fake Teja initially. Scampi's the sort of cat that can work his way out of most situations.

That is, until someone told him that Scampi might get eaten, at which point the alarmed little boy ran straight back to the bar and wrote a note.

'Dear any of security who are still security,
The fake Teja took my cat Scampi and I thought it was by misstake but Mr Javert thinks he might get eaten (Scampi not Teja) and this is very seeryous and he needs rescuing immyde imedyat imidi now!
Scampi is all black and eats a lot and likes to bonk other cats.
Please help!
Fry'

He then starts searching in all the cat-sized places he can find.

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[pro_patria_mortuus]

[OOC: Yet more bodyswap: Enjolras and Valjean are in for some surprises.

And at least one utterly unexpected opportunity.]