[Action for 1763 Beaver Street]

[Lyon wakes up just before the break of dawn, as has been her custom for as long as she can remember.  She's a pretty swift riser, so it doesn't take her long to realize that there's something wrong here.  This isn't her room, it's not her bed, and this is certainly not her body.  Unfortunately, while she's pretty quick on the uptake, she's not thinking as clearly or calmly as she might, and falls out of the bed with a loud thud and a yell as she's still reeling from the shock.]

W-what happened?  What's going on?  Why am I in someone else's body?

[Gremio, if you're around, someone who looks like your Tenkai Star is currently sitting on the floor of Tir's room blushing fiercely and looking worried as all heck.]

[Action; Mayfield High]

[Lyon, in the body of one Tir McDohl, is currently standing in the hallway in front of the boys' and girls' restrooms, locked in a very deep and troubling quandry.  She's glancing between the two doors while squeezing her legs together and shifting her weight uncomfortably from side to side.]

Uggghhh... how long is this going to last?

[Action; around town and 747 Partridge Drive]

[School's over, and Lyon still hasn't solved her bodyswap problem.  This is getting really worrisome.  She spends most of the rest of the evening wandering aimlessly through the streets of Mayfield, glancing around every which way and hoping her own body will show up.  Hopefully whoever ended up inside it is someone she can trust.

Eventually she'll end up at 747 Partridge Drive, figuring that the best place to look for herself is in the house she was assigned to in the first place.  Miakis would never let her hear the end of this, but finding out what's going on is more important than that.  Plus, she'd find something else to tease her about eventually anyway.]

((OOC: Responses will come from star_crossed ))

[Phone; filtered from drones]

Hello, everyone.  It's Lyon.  I've heard we're coming up on another couple of holidays soon, and it seems the town is getting ready for something too, judging by that census that's been going around again.  I know it's a little short notice for this sort of thing, but if anyone would like to learn the basics of swordplay, I'd be happy to help with the training.  I'm a knight and the personal bodyguard of my country's Prince at home, so I'm experienced at defending both myself and others should the need arise.  It never hurts to know at least a little about how to defend yourself or someone else in a crisis situation.  Let me know if you're interested, or stop by 747 Partridge Drive.  I'll be practicing in the front yard.

[Phone; filtered to Tsunade and Sakura]

((OOC: Handwaving Lyon and Sakura having met for purposes of this since we discussed it on the CR meme / plotting post, Kattu.))

Tsunade, Sakura, I was wondering if the two of you might be able to help me with something.  Is there somewhere we can meet?  It concerns a combat enhancement drug I received from home a while ago.

[Action; 747 Partridge; Saturday morning]

[Well, it's been a few days since the end of the event, when Lyon stormed up to her room and locked herself in out of sheer embarrassment.  She was droned for seemingly no reason about ten minutes after that, and Mayfield's been treated to the cheerful drone named Mismar bouncing around town in her place ever since - doing her hair up in curls, going on dates with the Prince's drone, and just generally having a nice relaxing time in the wonderful town of Mayfield.

...All of that comes to an abrupt end on Saturday morning, however, as a red beam of light tears through the roof of 747 Partridge Drive, bright enough and wide enough to be seen from anywhere in town.]

[Phone; filtered from drones]

...Hello, everyone.  It's Lyon.  I'm back.  How long has it been here?  And can anyone help repair a hole in a roof?

[Phone; afternoon]

Hello, everyone.  It's Lyon.  I hope you'll all bear with me for a minute, because there's something I really need to say.  It's something I've been hiding for a long time, and I've only just started to realize it myself.  Something I couldn't say to someone when he was right here in front of me in Mayfield.  He's gone, and now it's too late, so maybe he'll never get to hear it, but...

[She takes a deep breath.]

I'm in love with the Prince of Falena.  Prince Freyjadour Falenas of the Queendom of Falena.  I... think I probably have been for a while now.  I never wanted to acknowledge it or say it loud, since he's royalty and I'm just his bodyguard, but I can't lie to myself about my feelings anymore.  Even if I don't deserve it, I love him, and I'll tell him myself if I'm ever lucky enough to see him again.

[Action; 747 Partridge Drive; locked to Miakis]

[Well... after that embarrassing outburst on the phone, Lyon's feeling completely mortified.  Cat's out of the bag now.  But at least there's some nice roses at the dinner table while she fixes herself something to eat.  Surely nothing else could possibly go wrong today.]

[Phone; evening]

...It's Lyon again.  You know all those things I said earlier about the Prince?  Well, they're not true.  I hate the Prince.  I can't stand him.  I can't even stand to look at his drone's face.  If he ever comes back here again, I'll kill him.

[Somebody's really been running the gamut of flowers today.  Pitcher plant ahoy.]

[Action; 747 Partridge Drive]

[It seems that, after days of surviving the effects of the event, Lyon's luck has finally run out.  Sometime in the middle of the night, her old wound from being struck down by Miakis at Christmas opened up.  With such a deep cut and almost no time to wake up and react, she bled out and died rather quickly.  The next morning, she quickly sits up in bed, looking around the room for a few moments before noticing the blood on the sheets and the remnants of the wound from her incomplete revival.  Dipping her fingers into the gash, she regards her own blood with a blank stare and a smile for several seconds, and then seals the wound shut with a quick application of the Shield Rune.

After she's gotten dressed, housemates will find Lyon carrying the bloodied sheets and her night clothes down to the laundry room.  Disturbingly, she seems to be wearing a rather relaxed looking smile as she goes along.]

[Phone; unfiltered]

[After a short and utterly impersonal conversation with Miakis' drone, Lyon takes to the phones.  Anyone who's spoken with her before will certainly recognize the voice, but it's utterly devoid of any sort of emotion or vocal inflection.  And there's also one other interesting change...]

Hello.  My name is Mismar.  I understand that I've been transported to a place called Mayfield.  If any of you have any information on this place, how I arrived here, or how to return, please share it now.  I have duties to which I must return, and I can't waste time in a place like this.

[Action; around town]

[Later on, 'Mismar' is walking around town trying to get her bearings.  As far as she knows, this is the first time she's been here.  Her memory is a little fuzzy, but she's relatively sure of that much.  In reality, the incomplete droning process has left her with partial amnesia starting from before Ferid rescued her from Nether Gate.  Her own mind has filled in the gaps, and Lyon currently believes that she is Mismar, emotionless Nether Gate assassin.  Anyone who notices her walking along will see her smiling serenely, expression utterly unchanging.  In this state, a pleasant conversation and a quick and painless death are emotionally and morally no different from one another to her, so anyone who provokes her into combat should be prepared for a cold-hearted trained assassin bearing down upon them in fairly short order.]