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[inthebones]

[voice]
[An elderly woman's voice sounds over the phone network, sounding positively disgruntled.]

If you all would stop losing your heads for just a moment, perhaps we can actually try to make some sense out of this rigmarole.  Everyone who's been swapped, stop clogging up the phone lines and just find your swap-partner to work something out.  Everyone who hasn't been swapped, yes, everyone is acting a little strange, and if you haven't picked up on what's going on yet, consider, perhaps, that your brain might have been swapped with a cockroach's.

I can't be having with all this ruckus!

[Well.  Clearly, nothing was wrong with Granny Weatherwax.]

Now.  Who's missing an elderly, wrinkly body with an impeccable sense of fashion?

[action, all over town]
[There was a broomstick in the corner.  There was a witch's cap on the table.  This wasn't too hard to figure out.  Susan is far too mature to indulge in such ridiculous things as getting on a flying broomstick just for fun; no, it was perfectly obvious that she was only doing this to facilitate the task of reuniting with her body.

This is precisely why she spends the next hour flying around town like some sort of ghast, alternating between going as high into the sky as she possibly can and dipping low enough to smash straight through folks on the ground.

She needs to spend some time getting used to the controls, alright?] 

Out of the way!  Respect your elders!  Don't clog the walkways!

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[walking_nukebird]

[Over at the park, there's a tall winged woman jumping around and fluttering her wings like a baby bird.]

[You just smashed into her in mid-air, sending her tumbling backwards toward the ground.]

AWK!

[That yelp sounded almost raven-like.]

[inthebones]

[Why didn't people look where they were going? For goodness' sakes. The broom hovers in place for a few moments as Susan pauses to see if the person on the ground is dead.]

[walking_nukebird]

[Nope, it looks like this big bird broad ... *sunglasses* ... aten't dead.]

[She's pushing herself up off of the ground and giving the witch an indignant look.]

What was that for?!

[inthebones]

Nothing. What were you hovering about awkwardly for?

[walking_nukebird]

I thought if I'm gonna be stuck in this body for a while, I'd try flying at least.

["Utsuho's" wings look kinda ruffled. "She" flaps one of them a few times, almost like shaking it off.]

[inthebones]

Goodness me. I thought the exact same thing.

Try leaping off Makeout Point. Perhaps it will be like swimming.

[walking_nukebird]

You trying to say I should take a long walk off a short pier?

[inthebones]

No, I'm saying you shouldn't think so much and simply let the body's instincts kick in. A bird doesn't need anyone to teach it how to fly.

[walking_nukebird]

["Utsuho's" wings fluff out momentarily. Almost like "she's" thinking about it, without ever really looking away from "Granny."]

... How do you know that for sure? Are you normally a bird? Or some kinda winged person?

[inthebones]

If worse comes to worse, you could be our guinea pig to see if death restores you to your normal body.

/driveby tag to make Balin's IC life worse PLEASE PROCEED AS USUAL AFTER THIS

[idkmybfforin]

[Nooooo Balin why'd you open your mouth IT KEEPS HAPPENING.

"It" being that Utsuho's voice never...actually stopped--only changed to a nearly mechanical and genderless version of itself.]

TRY AGAIN.

[walking_nukebird]

[Which causes "Utsuho" to panic and cover "her" mouth with both hands, making a muffled yelp while doing so!]