[A: Action for 723 Anderson Lane (Corran Horn's household)]

[Jenny rolls out of bed running her hand through her hair to straighten it before pausing at the realization that it's quite a bit shorter then it was the night before. She pushes herself out of her bed and makes her way over to a mirror. It's better not to freak out before she knows what exactly is going on.

The face she sees in the mirror isn't her own. It's that of a well put together man who looks as if he would be older then her in body age. She reaches up, running a hand along her, er, his face. The hair's not bad actually. Kinda sexy if she were completely honest. Not bad at all as men go. She runs a hand through his hair, tussling it a bit. Good shampoo too. She doesn't hate this. A little weird, but in all honesty she's had weirder things happen to her in her lifetime.

Next she's checking through the chests for cigarettes. She needs to feed her addiction before doing anything else like dressing or dealing with that idiot she lives with. Nothing.

"Hey moron ..." A pause as she takes stock of the lowered voice. Yeah, she could get used to this. "Hey, moron, where the hell did you put my fags?" She's already started out the bedroom door to look for he kid.

[B: Action for around town (Open to all)]

[A pack of cigarettes and a bottle of whiskey later Jenny's making her way around town inspecting the place. She still hasn't had the chance to and doing so in this bloke's body seems as good a time as any. No bitty American housewives trying to get hold of her in order to gossip about this fake town.

Plus it's more likely for a man's lips to be loose in the bar then it is for a sober housewife.]

[C: Phone (Open to all)][Jenny clears Corran's voice before speaking.]

If the bloke that recagnises this voice as their own is listening it would be nice to know what you're doing with mine ... provided that you're in my body that is.

[Action; 436 Peepers Street]



[It's first thing in the morning and who's in the kitchen? It's Kyouko, making sandwiches. That's right. Not even. Eating them. Just. Making sandwiches. Plural. And stacking them up.]

Awwww yeah, lining up like so many chumps waiting to get served. Only we ain't serving them nothing, we're serving them to the other chumps because they are goddamn sandwiches. Chump sandwiches being served to chumps. Fucking chump cannibalism up in here, someone call Chumpibal Lector, his order is ready. Because we can make so many sandwiches. So. Many.

[Davesprite is so happy he has thumbs again.]

[Phone]



[The phone calls starts.]

Yes.

[And then hangs up. Then the phone call starts again.]

Hell yes.

[And then hangs up. And starts once more.]

Hell. [Hang up/Call again] Fucking. [Hang up/Call again] Yes.

Working this phone like Willis works that bald head of his. This phone is getting so worked. Gotta pay it some goddamn overtime. The doorknobs and the windows too. All of them just fucking fall before the might of opposable thumbs. Holy shit, it is just unreal how OP these things are. Twist tops? Un-fucking-twisted. Handles? They are goddamn handled. With real goddamn hands. Yes.

Oh and to the girl who is now in some orange crow body: hahaha sucks to be you. Try not to laser too many people in the face.

[Action; Anywhere]



[Dave in Kyouko's body can be found running around town, opening random doors and windows partly because having thumbs is awesome but mostly because he is a jackass and figures he might as well commit as many crimes as possible while in someone else's body.]

[OoC: Answers will be from finallyhasthumbs]

[Mindy has dealt with a lot of things since she came to Mayfield two years ago. But this might be the strangest. She's always wanted to be a grown-up, but not like this.
She spends quite a while looking in the mirror, wearing different outfits she found in Belgium's closet. She figures that like all things in Mayfield, this is temporary. So she intends to enjoy it while it lasts. After she decides on a pretty dress, makes a valiant attempt at putting on makeup, and makes sure to tie a pretty ribbon in her hair, she heads out to experience adulthood.
She can be found in several places:]

[The stores downtown, perusing things she normally doesn't get to, like jewelry.]

Can I try this one on too?

[The library. Everyone says the books are different for different people. She wants to see that for herself. She currently perusing a romance novel.]

These books sure are dumb....

[The bar. She's a little nervous coming in here, but curiosity gets the better of her.]

Umm... hi. Can I order something?

A: Action: 946 Beulah Street:
[Today, Raz is a MAN. As in, he woke up as A man. He first realized that this was not his assigned house in Mayfield, because none of his stuff was there. When he got out of bed and wandered into the hallway, he noticed that everything seemed smaller than usual. Did he magically age overnight? Again? He had to if all of his hair suddenly turned gray, right?

He did a doubletake when he caught a glimpse of not!himself in a mirror.



WHO IS THIS GUY.

RAZ IS NOT THIS GUY.

...WHOA THIS GUY IS SUPER TALL.

AND RIPPED.

COOL.

Residents of 946 Beulah Street may find "Sephiroth" flexing and admiring himself in the mirror in the bathroom! occasionally he may flip his gorgeous, flowing, silver locks.]

B: phone:
[If Raziroth is in someone else's body, then obviously someone has HIS body. He should... probably figure out who that is. He picks up the receiver and clears "his" throat. He's not sure how exactly he should talk, what with a completely different set of vocal chords than he's used to, but gosh darn it, he's gonna give it a shot.]

GREETINGS, MAYFIELD! Shoot, that was really loud, uh... hi. I'm looking for a boy named Raz! He's about four feet high and looks about elementary school age. Lives at 339 Brady Lane? You know, kid with the goggles? Anyone? Uh, he also has psychic powers. Oh, speaking of which! If you see Raz today, be sure to tell him not to think too hard about fire. Yeah. Uh, okay, that's all.

[Raz realizes almost too late that a grown man looking for a little boy and giving a detailed physical description may seem a little weird. Oops.]

[Dualscar has been sleeping a little easier with his troll body, he feels safer than he ever did as a squishy human. While he'd still like his gun back, he can be pleased with the small victories. Small victories that are about to be overshadowed.]

[Action A]

[When he opens his eyes, the first thing that occurs to him is that his room has changed. However, sudden differences during the night have been a regular occurance for him.

When he slips out of bed, he becomes increasingly aware that his body feels different. He puts his feet on the ground for a moment, staring at them before dashing madly to the bathroom and staring in horror at the mirror. This is fucking impossible. This is a horror terror.

What have they DONE to his BODY!?

He's going to stare in horror at the mirror for a while, people within Sufferer's home may run into him doing so.

Eventually, he will change and proceed to march toward his home looking for

a) His beautiful body or b) Psiioniic, who is obviously behind all of this.

For the Sufferer, he looks uncharacteristically angry and he strides with his chest puffed out.]

[[ooc: replies will probably come from suffererdualsign  ]]

[Action A - 458 Stone Street, Morning]

[Waking up in the morning is usually a quick, power-up-and-go affair for Dakki. But this morning was that slow, sleepy, gummy-eyed organic kind of feeling... which immediately had her worried. Had her body been taken away again? But it soon became clear that this wasn't even that poor human substitute body that Mayfield had given her.

She had ears. And tails. And she was shorter. Oh dear.]


AAAAH! What the heck is going on!?

[Have yourself a panicky nekomata, household. And probably a panicky android somewhere upstairs, too.]

[Action B - Around Town]

[Okay, okay. It wasn't so bad being Chen. It was actually kind of neat and different. Because she could float! And also, possibly do that danmaku-spellcard-whee-lotsa-projectiles stuff. So perhaps you'll catch her flying around with a big silly grin on her face. Or maybe you'll have to dodge some stray, wimpy, half-assed little energy bullet things.]



Oops! Ah! I'm sorry! Didn't mean to... really! Hee...

[No wonder Chen was in such good spirits all the time. It was fun to be Chen.]

(Replies will be coming from castnip!)

[Action A - General vicinity of 1444 Mitchell, Morning]

[It was pretty upsetting, to wake up in the wrong bed, in the wrong house, full of drones treating you funny. For you see, being a cat, Nyanpire was used to being regarded as a pet by the drones. But they were calling him "dad" and "dear" and it was really freaking him out.

Also, the being a human thing was freaking him out, too. A whole lot. He's on the front lawn, still in his pyjamas, staggering around and flailing at the air and making a huge fuss.]



This is all wrong! Aaaah! Wrong, wrong, wrong! HEEEEEELP! Ilsa! Edward! Ilsaaaaa! AAAANYONE!

[Action B - Around Town]

[Alright. Alright. The flipping out had been gotten out of Nyanpire's system. He had gone back inside, managed to get dressed (though the buttons on his shirt were done up unevenly and he forgot to zip his fly), and was now going to make the most of being a pretty big human dude.



For instance, he was gonna walk ALL AROUND THAT GROCERY STORE and NOT GET KICKED OUT. It's pretty awesome. He has like, a dozen bottles of ketchup in his cart.]

(Replies will be coming from suddenstandoff!)

Action - 747 Partridge



[Silence knows something is wrong immediately, because he wakes up lying on his back. This is normally all but impossible with his wings, due to the intense discomfort it causes, but he's perfectly comfortable...which means his wings are gone. It's not the first time he's woken up this way, but it's certainly the first time in a long while.

Also, he feels...alive. Mystics are, technically, dead, and he's been a mystic for centuries so the difference is certainly noticeable. The town has rescinded all their regains before this on at least one occasion, so for a moment that's what he thinks has happened...

Until he raises a hand to his face and realizes the hand doesn't seem that familiar. Or the face he's touching. And that the hair seems to be styled differently when he runs a hand through it.

What on earth...?

He heads straight for the bathroom and actually spends a few long seconds staring at himself in the mirror, utterly nonplussed. This is...definitely one of the stranger tricks the town has played, and he doesn't quite know what to do about it.

It takes a minute or two, but then...a thought occurs. His own body has no voice; but Ken's never had a problem talking. Does that mean...]

Can I speak...?

[The hesitant words actually come out of his mouth, the vibration in his throat almost startling to someone who's never felt such a thing before. To say nothing of the sound of his own - well, Ken's voice, but it's Silence that's saying them. He's utterly fascinated, his heart beating faster in his chest, and all other thoughts and concerns fly out the window for awhile. Residents of 747 Partridge - whether permanent or having been unexpectedly dumped here today as Silence has been - may be able to hear Ken's voice simply talking to himself in tones of awe in the bathroom.]

Phone



[It takes awhile, but Silence eventually gets over his own amazement to go to the phone, giddy with the realization that for the first time in his entire life, he can actually use one. Anyone who knows Ken's voice may recognize it...though has Ken always had that gentle French accent...?]

Crowe? Lucas? Are you there? Are you all right? It's Silence. I've been put into someone else's body, and he has a voice. [This is fairly obvious, but Silence is taking almost any excuse to simply listen to himself say things right now. And while he's trying to keep his voice calm and even, there may be a hint of barely suppressed excitement in that statement.] Has anything happened to either of you? Where are you?

Ken, if you're listening...I don't know if you're in my body, but if you are, come to your house and meet me. I know you can't answer. [He pauses briefly.] Please be careful with my wings. And...try not to bite anyone. Despite what my body's instincts may be, it isn't necessary.

4/13 8:00 PM - Lucy Smith's House - Closed

Just from looking at the borrowed face, it's hard to tell what's going through Black☆Star's mind as he stares at the Smith house from across the street. His face is simply determined, and despite his lack of any sort of weapon, the boy is undeterred. He has to be. There's too much riding on him to show any sign of weakness.

Maka, his oldest friend - arrived and taken away in a flash. Their powers held for ransom like some two bit hostage situation. For too long, he's been held to inaction. For too long he's been convinced to play it safe. That ends tonight. The wait is over - it's do or die. And if - no, when he wins - it'll all be over. Soul will have his partner back. They'll be able to go home. Things will be fine for himself and Tsubaki. He won't lose anything else to this stupid town. He won't lose her. Not to anybody.

And so, in the body of Death the Kid, Black☆Star charges towards the house; towards his destiny.

4/13 8:30 PM - Around Town - Open

[And with that, one especially well dressed young man is walking down the streets because it's a Friday and only squares spend the weekend in the house! He doesn't have any destination in particular, but if he sees something happening he'll at least stop and say hello]

Hey, this looks like one happening party!

4/14 - 5723 Cunningham Lane - Daytime - Open

[Now back in his own body, Drone☆Star has decided to announce today's plans to the house]

If anyone needs me, I'll be in my room studying! Gotta hit the books for those exams!

[And if you want to find him, he'll be there doing just that]

4/14 - 8:30 PM - The Park - Open

[Having come back to his senses, Black☆Star has slipped out of the house and come to the park. Why? To train, of course! He's doing laps around the park, running and looking as focused as ever. Every now and then he'll switch from laps to a thousand sit-ups or a thousand push-ups. He's got a goal in mind]

[Phone, morning]

[There's a sweet and possibly familiar voice on the phone, but it's a lot less airy and formal than might be expected.]



Uhh... o-okay, is anyone else having a really weird morning? Cuz... cuz this is the weirdest morning ever, and... and when things get weird, they get weird for everyone, yeah?

[Action, around town]



[Weird or not, Picky couldn't spend the entire day inside doing nothing. That was boring. There was nothing to do all day, inside. So, embarrassing and weird as it was to be a girl and wear a dress while out and about... he's out and about.

Mostly at the diner, ordering hamburger after hamburger. Or the bakery, trying one of this and one of that. Je was an adult with a wallet and he could do whatever he wanted, right? He wanted to eat cool stuff. But somehow, he's never quite able to get full. So he eats, and eats... it's all pretty undignified. There's chewing with "his" mouth open and possibly a bit of ketchup or jam on "his" cheek..]

(Replies will be coming from apickygirl!)

 A. Hastings Blv.
[Oerba Yun Fang seems to be walking around, not so business as usual. Due in part to it not being Fang in Fang's body. 
In her stead, is a thoroughly horrified Xion. Her face is anything but confident; instead completely and utterly worried, panicked, and distressed. She walks like she's trying to dodge hot lava, getting the hang of moving around in this larger form, and trying to keep somewhat composed while she figures this out.

It looks like it's a good time to go mess with her, huh?] 

B. Makeout Point
[Settling for finding the highest place she could think of, Xion sought comfort in the altitude of makeout point. She occasionally dips her head into her palms, running her fingers through the long, unfamiliar locks of hair. Long, slender legs kick back and forth in pedulum. The girl doesn't look much like she's "there" at all. Just a body waiting for this to end.]

C. Phone
Uh...Hello? [Fang's voice sounds especially less...Fangy. The accent is completely absent, leaving behind little more than an awkward gargle. It sounds almost like she isn't used to saying words at all.] I woke up, and my body was...different. Do...people change often? It isn't just me, is it? 
I could really use some help...

Action - 1487 Kramden Road



[Something ain't right.

Lyn doesn't exactly think this coherently, but he knows something is out of place even before he opens his eyes. He's somewhere soft, for one thing. Soft, warm, and bright. This is a matter of concern when one makes a habit of sleeping on the floor under one's own bed as a paranoid self-defense measure. (Because if you sleep out in the open, they can find you. Lyn isn't hiding from any particular they, but it never goddamn hurts to err on the side of caution, right?)

He sits up - well, almost flounders up, because holy shit this bed is like a marshmallow he's sinking into, who the hell can even sleep like this? - and eventually manages to squirm out of the nest of blankets and soft mattress. Then other things start making themselves alarmingly clear.

Point one: he did not have hair down past his ass when he went to sleep last night. It certainly wasn't black, either.

Point two: his balance is totally off, possibly due to the big fucking tail with the death grip on his butt. Craning his head over his shoulder and doing a couple spins doesn't really manage to get him a very good look at it, but it's very definitely there.

Point three: ...whoa, hey, is he taller? This kind of distracts him from his rapidly approaching freakout for a few interesting seconds as he makes his way - somewhat unsteadily; that tail is doing weird things to his ability to walk without overbalancing in one direction or another, especially since he has no goddamn idea how to make it behave - to the door in order to get a solid frame of reference. Yep, definitely taller. That's...okay, yeah, that part is kinda cool.

From there, he makes his way to the bathroom, looks in the mirror, and blasphemes so loudly and thoroughly that Aziraphale's ears may just burst into flame.

He's managed to wind up in the body of the one demon in town who's even lamer than himself.]

Phone

[To anyone who's talked to Ebony before, he's certainly sounding a lot coarser than usual today...]

Okay, so who knows what the fuck is going on? And where the hell is my body? Demon kid, whatever the hell your name was, the one who was handing out cookies of all damn things - did we switch places? Is that what fucking happened? 'Cause lemme tell you, this better be something the town did.

You better not mess with me while you're me, or so help me - [He can't even articulate a proper threat here; he just makes an angry, frustrated noise.]

Also, your bed sucks.

[ACTION; 847 Goldberg]

[It's morning, and Miku is steadfastly asleep in her bed. Or, at least, what she thinks is her bed. She rolls over, trying to get comfortable, but just ends up crashing onto the floor instead and waking herself (and probably anyone nearby) up.

And even then, it's a slow process. She pulls herself to a sitting position, rubs the sleep out of her eyes, and yawns, then pauses.

...this is not her room. Come to think of it, she's yawning. Why is she yawning, she doesn't really need to yawn--

She looks down at herself, then, an idea forming in her head, rushes off to the bathroom to look at herself in the mirror.

Hope you like piercing shrieks first thing in the morning, folks. You're getting them, whether you like it or not.]

[PHONE]

[Anyone familiar with Caesar Silverberg's voice will find that it sounds distinctly high-pitched and distressed today, as if the speaker isn't quite used to sounding so human. And, well, despite having some experience in that department, Miku isn't very used to it. She's also not used to sounding, well, like a boy.]

Ah, hello? [Oh dear god she even sounds different whyyy.] This is Miku. Um, does anyone know what happened? I just woke up in someone else's room and I'm human again and it's really weird. A-And I don't even have any leeks!

[Clearly that is the most important part.]

Poland-san? Everyone? Are you all okay?

[ACTION, Benny Road]

[Hey, look, everyone, there's a young man (actually a young girl in the body of a young man, but you know what I mean) walking rather fast. Miku's decided, after the shock's started to wear off, that what she really needs right now is a leek to chew on. And thus, she's going to go to her house first to get them.

Once she reaches the house, she marches up to the door and...pauses. Should she knock? She's in a different body, after all. But even if she's not herself right now, this is still her house!

So, residents of 1332 Benny Road, someone is barging in and rushing straight for the...kitchen?]

((OOC: Heads-up: I'll be replying to any and all comments with actuallynotatroll.))

[There's the sound of some jostling for the phone and some muttered arguments before John comes on the phone. Or at least, the voice speaking definitely sounds like John's voice, but it sure seems like he woke up on the wrong side of the bed.]

Okay, this is just a message going out to everyone I've ever met. All of you are so stupid that science should study your thinkpans for evidence of life sustained by hostile environments. And because of that, I feel the need to put my hoof down and clear this all up right now before anyone actually falls for the embarrassment that is John pretending to be me, because knowing you would be capable of buying this sad charade would render me physically incapable of ever speaking to you again.

Don't mind Karkat guys, he's just a bit overwhelmed by all the awesome that is being John Egbert. This has to be like a new level for existence of him, I'm honestly kind of jealous right now!

Anyway I've finally solved the mystery of what trolls have in their pants, and let me tell you it is pretty fucking incredible. I am willing to divulge this information to all of you, free of charge, because I am a scientist and this is what we do.

What?

Wait, you--

Why did you look?!

Wow, I hope you enjoyed yourself, I hope you wet your, I mean my, pants with shame once you realized exactly what you've been missing your entire, pitiful, worthless human life. Feel free to make yourself at home in my body in any other way you choose, you rancid shitstain!

Wait you mean you didn't look? Haha, oh man. It's okay, Karkat. I give you full permission to examine my mighty human dong. Try not to examine it too thoroughly though, if you know what I mean. Jesus is watching! Or Troll Jesus, or whatever.

I don't need your permission, nooksniffer, I just choose not to ever do that like a sane rational person! Your human dongs are beneath the base threshold for even my patronizing contempt! Now give me back the audiohook, this transmission has already violated some law of physics regulating the volume of abhorrence a conversation can accrue before it collapses into a black hole of revulsion that will consume all life that still possesses a shred of dignity.

You already looked, didn't you.

[A pause]

Just. hand. me. the. phone.

He basically admitted it. I just want everyone to know that.

[He hands over the phone with considerable reluctance]

And I just want everyone to know how much restraint I'm showing by not strangling John's body to death at this very moment. Good fucking bye.

Truly, you are a saint. Sheesh, so much for his troll hormones being the cause of his crankiness...

((Blue is Karkat in John's body, Grey is John in Karkat's. Replies will come from egjerk (Karkat) and theshooshything (John).))

A: Action: 311 Miller Street


[This is not Toni's beautiful house. This is not Toni's beautiful hair. This is not Toni's beautiful wardrobe... although this lady clearly has taste.

Toni manages to stave off the panic long enough to explore the house and get her bearings. There are clowns. And wizards. Everywhere. Now that freaks her out a little. Fortunately, it also doesn't take her long to find the alcohol. Toni's not a big drinker, but, man, she's stuck in someone else's body. In a house full of clowns. This is a special occasion.]

B: phone:

[Receiver in one hand, martini in the other.]

Hey, this is Toni. I think Mayfield's being Mayfield again. I'm not sure who's body I'm in right now, but I really love your scarf! I hope you don't mind, but I kind of helped myself to some drinks. Sorry! I'll pay you back when this is over!

[A. Stevens Lane and Surrounding Area]


[After the initial shock of being in Nozomi, Rin had gone about her day with her usual aplomb, cooking and cleaning before the day hit. It was Friday after all, and it was a nice day out all things considered. Her housemates can find Rin-In-Nozomi dressed in a dark pink and black dress, looking kind of sharp today.]


[B. Anywhere in Town, Morning]


[Rin's rather enjoying her time out, giving Nozomi's body the workout of a lifetime. She's exercising in the park, or maybe taking a jog across town. She is giggling though at the way that she was running and leaping.]

I'll bet Nozomi didn't expect me to work her body out. This way she'll get in shape as long as I'm running with her!


[C. Phone]


So... anyone have any idea how long this is going to last? It couldn't be too long, could it? The body swapping I mean.


[D. Anywhere in Town, Evening]


[Rin is wondering just how far the abilities go, and she holds up Nozomi's wrist.] Precure Metamorphose! [In a flash of light, Cure Dream stood there, and she adjusted her belt and jumped in place for a moment.] Seems all right. Doesn't look like anything's missing.

[Holding up her fist, she incanted,] Precure, Rouge Fire! [And was disappointed.] Figures. It didn't work. That would be the case probably since I'm Dream and not Rouge...

(ooc: responses will come from notjustafake since I'm too lazy to make a Nozomi journal for this.)

A. [Action: 626 Topper]

[Crowley has woken up in a different house once before in Mayfield, so he's hardly surprised and only mildly annoyed upon waking. He gets up and heads for the closet. Wait... Where are his suits? And his shoes?]

Bollocks...

[Wait a minute... He wasn't a tenor before. He steps into the bathroom and lets out an indignant squawk. What the hell?]


B. [Action: 852 Goldberg]

[Screw this noise. Crowley doesn't care what he looks like on the outside, he's going home and suiting up. Wilhelmina, Shana, have a Billy Harris walking through the front door as if he owns the place. He changes into a dark suit and his snakeskin shoes and grabs the keys to the Bentley because there's no way he's letting anyone else drive it.

As he steps back out of the bedroom, he slips on his sunglasses.]

This town is bloody stupid.

C. [Action: About town]

[Oh here, have Doctor Horrible speeding around town in a vintage 1926 black Bentley. That's blaring Queen's "Don't Stop Me Now". Or maybe he's pulled over somewhere and leaning against the car grumbling about the weaknesses of human vision.]

Action | All around town


[ Waking up in a town and house you're unfamiliar with was bad enough in the beginning. Now Niou has woken up in a different house, one full of drones, in a body that isn't his. And it's very, very obnoxious.

At least it's just Taki's body, though. Taki's in shape, and isn't ugly, to be honest. Just... really girly. He thought Yukimura looked kinda girly (something he'd never say out loud, but he thought it often enough), but Taki might as well be a girl.

But! This gives him the best chance to wreck some havoc, which is very possibly one of his favorite things to do.

So, to everyone who's familiar with Taki, and even to those who aren't, Niou will be walking around town in Taki's body. He might stop you to talk to you. ]

Excuse me, may I say something rather bold?



[[ ooc: replies will be from whydoilookgay ]]

Part A | 947 Beulah Street | Friday morning

[After being woken up by an early morning scream, Applejack has to learn to deal with the fact she's now one of those hue-mins that are everywhere here in Mayfield.

She moves to get out of the bed and tries to stand up on two legs. Only to immediately fall flat on her face with a loud *THUMP*. There was no gracefulness or no poise, nor is there any flailing with confused shouting. Just up and then down. Which accounts for not only the loud thud that EVERYBODY must have heard in the house, and even possibly a few people outside, but also for the slight tremor of the room shaking that closer inhabitants might feel. But in case you didn't hear the sound of a pony in a vocaloid body falling over, you will definitely hear what comes next.]

CARNSARN IT!! How in the hay do they do this?!

Part B | Bakery | Early afternoon

[So! This is new. Applejack has got that walking thing down. Has had the situation basically explained to her, and even has her hat back for the duration of whatever is going on. So what does she decide to do? Well, go to work it seems.

For once she can freely move in the bakery with no worries about any of the drone workers or drone customers trying to shoo the 'dog' outside. If she's stuck like this for awhile, might as well take advantage of it.

Of course this may be easier said than done. Sure she can reach the shelves without a step stool to get the ingredients and tools, but HANDS and FINGERS they just....WIGGLE all over the place. She'd try her usual methods of making a pie if the fact she no longer has her tail or that the jaw and teeth strength in this body is pretty laughable and just not reliable. So, there's a lot of banging, crashing, and other such noises as she's constantly knocking over things, dropping things, or just generally messing up as she tries to make a simple apple pie.

So if you head into the bakery, you're likely hear someone complaining loudly in Rin's voice, but with an Ozarks accent. Or maybe you're (un)lucky enough to catch her as she just finished her pie baking attempts and bringing out some weirdly looking apple pies while she herself is covered in flour, dough, and other ingredients for an apple pie. Well hopefully just the ingredients for an apple pie.

Despite all this, if she sees you're a customer, she'll put on her biggest smile and greet you with a hearty hello! After all, just because she's having a bad day doesn't mean she should take it out on the customers.]

Part C | The park | Early evening

[Applejack has had a very weird day, everything has just been so.....DIFFERENT with this body. As much as she tried to barrel on through the day pretending to ignore it, it didn't change the fact that everything was still so WEIRD for her. Nothing felt right and it's finally starting to wear on her nerves.

Which is why she's in the park. Among nature, the early evening sun setting, the wind blowing through the grass, and in the shade of a large tree, this is how Applejack tries to regain some sense of composure.

And it's working out pretty well. Sitting with her back against the tree, feeling the ground underneath her bare feet, a sense of calm is finally returning to her.

Feel free to interrupt this, but if you don't, eventually Applejack will get up from against the tree, put her shoes back on, and then glance around to make sure NO ONE is looking before taking a deep breath and launching a kick at the tree as if to try and applebuck it. The kick is pretty swift, as is the reaction of her falling onto her back and instinctively clutching the leg to her chest as she rocks in pain.]

OW OW OW OW OW! Are all hue-min legs this weak or did Ah just got unlucky in the body swap lottery today!!

Part D | Anywhere | In between the other parts

[Applejack is walking around town to get use to being a hue-min at the moment. She's kinda keeping an eye out for friends and housemates, but really, she's just trying to get a handle on walking on two legs and being so high up in the air. She grabbed some rather plain clothes from out of the clothes available at Rin's house, which turned out to actually be Len's standard outfit, and after running into Rin in her body, got her hat back to wear.

...So there's Rin walking down the street, dressed as Len, with a Stetson cowboy hat. Do you approach?]

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[769 Bunker Street]

[Barely a week after getting his correct physiology back, Mordin has found himself in the wrong body again. He'll head for the kitchen, seeking his default coping strategy]

Stimulant required. Unnatural events.

[Around Mayfield]

[Mordin still stops occasionally to test the body's capabilities, but generally is on a mission.]

Seeking Salarian. Unless additional mathematical complexity. Regardless, finding correct body desirable.

[A. ACTION; 1251 Williams Road]

[The first thing Hawke notices when she wakes up this morning is the drone woman sleeping soundly beside her. Normally, waking up next to a woman would not be entirely unheard of, but this is Mayfield, and the lack of her obnoxious new "husband" sets off a few alarms in her head. Next, she notices that her body is not her own. Moreover, it's not the right gender.

Just another day in Mayfield.

She amuses herself for a time by staring in the mirror and making faces Warren West would not normally make. When that gets old, she gets dressed and inspects the gun on the nightstand. It's an interesting weapon, but she's never been a fan of long range fighting. This would be of far more interest to Varric or Sebastian, were either of them here, but alas. The gun is tucked away for later, and she shuffles downstairs for breakfast.

Today is going to be an interesting day, indeed.]

[B. PHONE; unfiltered]

[Having figured out what's going on, Hawke sounds less amused than horrified, but she doesn't sound like Hawke. No, that's Warren's voice on the line, swearing like he was from Thedas.]

Andraste's misplaced tits, Mayfield, you never fail to impress, do you? Not that I don't appreciate the sudden insight into manhood - I'd be lying if I said I wasn't curious! - but I think I prefer being female. Especially knowing that I won't get to throw any fireballs at people. Such a pity.

I won't bother asking if anyone's found the cause or a solution. I haven't forgotten where we are, after all. In a few days, we'll all return to our normal bodies and have a good laugh about this, I'm sure. Oh, the memories to be had!

[C. ACTION; around town]

[Well, this wasn't nearly as much fun as she had hoped. Trapped in a mage's body, only to find that she can't actually use magic. Then again, considering her luck, that's probably a good thing - this Warren guy is probably a crazy blood mage or something. And not the cute elfy kind, like Merrill.

First, she swings by her usual assigned house to retrieve her dog and keep him from biting Warren's hand off. Once she's reassured Cupcake that yes, it really is her, she sets off for a stroll around town. Occasionally, she might try to blow up a tree or something with her mind anyway, but for all her glaring and extravagant hand gestures, she just kind of looks silly.

She's already found her body and assured its safety, so now it's just a matter of figuring out how to fix this - or wait it out. Either way, she's bored and frustrated.]

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[A voice comes over the phone. A Scottish, fiery voice, that is sounding rather cross indeed.]

No! No, no, no. I’m going to talk, back off Pond. Shoo.

Yes, hello, Mayfield. The Doctor speaking. Fun day, isn’t it?

And by fun I mean rather uncomfortable and slightly disturbing. Go to bed and you wake up in your mother-in-law’s body. Okay, make that extremely disturbing. I’ve always wanted to be ginger but not like this. I suppose that’s called cruel irony, isn’t it.

...Right. If you see me toddling about Mayfield, it’s not me, it’s a mad Scottish ginger inside my body. Ignore anything and everything that she... er I say until this is sorted out.

[ The sound of a struggle may be picked up by those with keen enough hearing. After a minute or two, there’s heavy breathing that might belong to the Doctor. ]

Just shut up. Shouldn’t you be more focused on trying to fix this than whatever damage to your reputation I might do?

Speaking of your body, is it always supposed to feel this weird? Okay, okay, I think I’ve got this breathing thing under control now. And your hair just won’t stay out of my eyes, er, your eyes! Oh, I can take off this ridiculous bowtie too and there’s not a thing you can do to stop me.

Don’t touch it!

[The girl’s voice sounds as though she’s trying to fight for the phone.]

I had to regain that, you know. Can’t just pop on down to the store and buy another one. And my hair? What about your hair?! It’s all long and red and... getting everywhere.

And your clothes! Completely ridiculous. Tight and itchy. How do you do anything in this skirt? It seems ridiculously short. You ought to invest in some trousers.

It’s not that short. Besides, it’s better than trying to choke yourself with this thing. You can just regain another later on, alright? Oh!

[There is a crash and the phone clatters to the floor. The sound of shouting and scuffling on the other end.]

[Action-Outside 1338 Benny Road.]

[“Amy” and the “Doctor” are sitting on the porch. Both of them are disheveled and carrying a few bumps and bruises from their previous scuffle. At the moment they’re both scowling, arms crossed, and determinedly glaring in opposite directions. Though "Amy" seems rather unable to stop playing her ginger locks.]

Kindly don’t damage my body anymore than you already have Pond. I already have to deal with spring and I’d rather not have any bruises. By the way, how’s that going for you?

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 I - [phone] 

Goddamn shit.

[Boy that sure sounds like Reimu's voice. Except it's not something Reimu would really say.] Of all the things for this hellhole to do, I get stuck in someone's body.

...you. [As in "Reimu, you know who you are."] If you mess up my hair I will channel all of your damn gods to hell and back. On your house or something.

II - [around Mayfield]

[THAT SURE IS SOMEONE STOMPING AROUND TOWN VERY ANGRILY....if you hadn't heard the phone call, here's your chance for some confusion. Mistake the miko for someone else, yo.]


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[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!

Action: Around Mayfield

(Moar Mayfield madness for Miss Miko...yeah, fun stuff.

Anyone who knows her probably won't recognize her:




But hey, she's just walking and/or flying about Mayfield and accidentally lighting things on fire. She'll try to put them out, but those attempts really end up as "turn on the person's sprinkler system as fast as possible. Still, here she is: fire and flight and all of that fun stuff. Catch her if you can~)

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[913 Bilko Boulevard - Friday, early morning!]
[Anyone living in or around 913 Bilko Boulevard will notice it.  Indeed, it will be very hard to overlook what the little Kappa has been up to!

The car that was sitting in front of 913 Bilko Boulevard the night before is gone, it's parts scattered haphazardly.  Nitori is sitting crosslegged on the lawn, with a few tools scattered around her. She looks very invested on her work, with her tongue pressed firmly between her lips.

... w-well, she was planning on putting it all back together again!!]

[Elementary School - Friday]
[Unfortunately Nitori still has to go to school.  In fact, after her fiasco with the - y-yeah - she is all but shoved out the metaphorical door and out on her way.  Which is fine with her!  A place where the humans go to learn?  How interesting!

... However, it appears that her family has neglected to tell her where the high school is, and she couldn't be bothered to ask for directions.  But that's okay because she's found the Elementary School!   That's good enough - right?  It's elementary after all!  Get it?  Elementary?  Heheh - 

Nitori wanders the hallways nervously, eyes darting around at all the humans (most of whom are much smaller than her - odd).  She has a dress on that clashes with her bright blue hair, a hand-me-down bookbag in one hand and a dingy baseball cap firmly place over her head.  

She keeps rumbling around until, eventually, she has to stop someone.   Because... she has no idea what she's supposed to do?]

... Excuse me - [Dramatically flings book bag over shoulder.]  I was told that this is where the humans go to learn, so if you could kindly point me to my sensei, it will be much appreciated.

[Around Town - Weekend]
[ Ever get the feeling that someone - or something - is watching you?  

Don't worry, that's just Nitori.  Watching you.  Why is she watching you?  Because you're interesting to watch, that's why.

You're free to notice her.  Or not.  You're also free to lead her on a goose chase around the town. Anything really.]

1. 849 Goldberg

[Ever since arriving in Mayfield, waking up feeling groggy or with a headache has become a usual experience for Bazett. Therefore, she does not notice anything wrong when she wakes up. Even when her movement feels awkward, she only shrugs and attributes it to the wrong sleeping position. Everything seems perfectly normal for her until she goes into the restroom for her morning routine.]

[That is when she notices the strange teenage girl reflected in the restroom mirror. Her first reaction is to walk up to the mirror and touch it. It seems to be a an ordinary mirror. And the background reflected in it seems to be exactly like the restroom that she is standing in. Next, she raises her arms above her head, then places them on her waist, and finally she blows a raspberry at the mirror. The girl copies all of her movements perfectly.]

[Shocked, she begins to touch her face. Her facial features had been completely changed to match the girl in the mirror. Her hands move to her hair. Like the girl in the mirror, her hair is a bit longer than that of her real body, and, if the mirror image can be believed, pink. Next, her hands move down to her body. She feels the comparatively smaller breasts and the narrower hips of the girl's still developing body. The girl does have muscles similar in development to Bazett's real body, meaning that she probably also had fighting experience.]

[She pinches herself. Twice, in fact. When she fails to wake up from the "dream", she sits down on the ground, taking deep breaths.]

[After she finally calms down, she decides to perform her usual morning routine of brushing her hair and teeth and such. When that is done, she heads downstairs to get some breakfast before trying out the abilities of this new body.]

2. School (classroom); morning

[Bazett had combed Mayfield for her allies and her original body, but found that with all the body-switching and general confusion, it was next impossible to find them. Therefore, she had gone to school. At the very least, she could probably find Tohsaka or Kirisame. Either one could be consulted as to the way to reverse this current situation.]

[The classes are not too bad. She finds that she can basically understand everything.]

[...Except when it comes to literature. Despite being a native English speaker, she is woefully unfamiliar with many of the classics of the language, as well as the specific mechanics of the grammar.]

[Therefore, she finds herself poking the student sitting in front of her.]

...What is a gerund?

3. School (lunch); noon

[Bazett has secluded herself during lunchtime, meaning to finish eating the barely edible school food as quickly as possible so she could look for Kirisame or Tohsaka.]

4. All around Mayfield; afternoon

[After school had let out, Bazett had resumed the search for her allies and her body.]

Excuse me, have you seen a caucasian woman with short red hair go by?

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