event } let me show you the world in my eyes

[seeingyou]

WHO: Everykitty on Navi.
WHAT: A good old-fashioned swap of bods!
WHERE: Anywhere on Navi.
WHEN: Starting right meow, lasting until Feb. 28.
WARNINGS: Add these to your comment subject lines as needed! And if you accidentally fall down the stairs and break your neck while you acclimate to your new body, please report it on the death page.

My, these nebular clouds are beginning to be something of a semi-regular pest, aren’t they? Too bad there’s no real way to predict where they’ll appear and which ones will cause a strange effect. Space is just wacky like that!

This time, when Navi’s flight path enters this particular nebular cloud, you may find yourself nodding off. Don’t fight it - naps are always a good decision. But when you eventually wake, it may not be in your own cabin. You might feel … a little strange, like your once-familiar flesh prison body has become a foreign territory. A look in the mirror will confirm that your current body is indeed not your own.

That’s right - you’ve just been Freaky Friday-ed! Enjoy the ride, because you won’t be switching back any time soon.

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Murmur | One closed one OTA

[albatrossomen]

Hot Swap: Closed to Jon

Upon waking Murmur knew something was off. Perhaps because this was only the second event in his long existence in which he had woken up, and the last time was deeply unpleasant. Suffice it to say the mere act of awakening was enough to tip him off that great inconvenience was afoot, and he was not going to enjoy it. His limbs felt heavy and unwieldly, as did his vessel with eyes bleary and mouth dry from slumber. These were all strange, unfamiliar sensations which only served to heighten his concern as he pushed himself up.

Everything was wrong. His vessel too heavy, his senses dulled and muted. He couldn't hear nor see anything that he normally could and... was there another weight beside him? He finally peered over to find Alex beside him, and startled enough to topple himself right on out of bed hitting the ground with a heavy thud and a very undignified yelp.

Freaky Friday Full Swing: OTA

It took some time to sort out the initial confusion of what had transpired, and even more time to sort out the new body but eventually Murmur got himself put together well enough to try to hunt down his own vessel. Now as Richard Strand he was much taller, though significantly lacked in the stylistic sense of the man who normally inhabited this body. Gone was the carefully tailored suit and in its place a terrible mismatch of flannel shirt, dress slacks, and no shoes. Murmur just couldn't be bothered fussing with them.

He looks like a disaster. More than Richard Strand generally looks like a disaster, and this should probably concern anyone who knows the man. He'll be found stalking the corridors in an attempt to find anyone who might know what's going on or his own wayward body that could be a rather significant danger to the ship. Or digging in the kitchen for something to eat because as it turns out humans? They need food. It's very unfortunate.

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[imarealistnotacynic]

Murmur by contrast looks - unbalanced. Richard sees things that he has never seen before and it all makes sense. Everything. If I don't focus on logic I'm going to destroy myself.

So there's murmur's body, the sense of him that murmur's very limited psychic abilities that belong to Richard's body, could pick up on.

It's a lot and it looks like Richard's struggling. His hair is wild and unkempt and he's peering around corners, just looking.

When he stares at Mur, he looks angry.

"Fix this now."

[albatrossomen]

Angel senses are a real bother aren't they, Richard? He's fortunate that Murmur had heavily warded himself against the worst of them. This is the toned down version he gets to experience.

With the few extrasensory senses that Richard possesses, blind as they feel in comparison, his own power was as a blazing sun when he bothered to look. No wonder Richard had reacted as he he had. Murmur was glad he seemed to be among those blessed enough to be able to look upon an angel and not go mad or blind, but it was still quite a lot.

Ah, there he is. And looking... about as worse for wear as Murmur in Strand's body, to be quite honest.

"Were that I could. As I have inherited your... encumbrance, you have inherited mine." He said as he approached, peering warily at Richard. The wards should hold, but he can tell that the man is struggling. Murmur's had millennia to practice holding himself together, Richard's getting the crash course. "I would very much like my vessel back, yours is unwieldly."

As though Richard were any more responsible for this than Murmur.

[imarealistnotacynic]

Richard glares at him. He looks small, so ordinary, and he squints maybe trying to see just what he is. What he is at home because Mur should know. He can feel the level of power and authority in him, he was so stupid to have doubted.

His eyes narrow, "Why did you dress me like that? It looks ridiculous. And trust me if I could I would. There's such a...a flood of information. I was - I keep looking at me and trying to figure out just what I am."

He pauses, "Alex. Alex. Where's Alex." His wings flutter - on some other plane he feels them - and he looks around panicked, "She can't see us like this! I'm taking you back to my room and you're dressing right. And I'll...I'll..."

Fuck.

He glares, then lowers his gaze, "Please help me."

It's too much.

[albatrossomen]

Maybe don't stare too deeply into your own abyss, Richard, but Murmur doesn't entirely realize what he's doing enough to warn him against it. The whole managing a mortal body thing was exceptionally distracting and he didn't like the fact that he actually felt temperature now.

He looks defensive, lips pursing into a thin line. "Your clothes are also unwieldly." Listen, there's a reason his outfits consist of mostly one monotone color with a lot of layers and pockets. Because he's a disaster that doesn't understand how fashion works.

Ah, Alex, he frowns and looks very slightly uncomfortable. "...Given that I have your vessel, and you have my vessel, it is likely that Alex is currently Jon." He's pretty sure Richard can guess how he knows that.

He's not going to answer the question of what Richard is. While the Sight does give an abundance of information, it is his millennia of experience that gives context to that information. The plea for help however does have him softening some. This is hard, Murmur can only imagine how hard it must be for Richard experiencing such an alien life. This mortal thing is certainly taxing and terrifying for Murmur.

"I'll do what I can. Fortunately it appears the warding is holding. You shouldn't spontaneously erupt and destroy us all."

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[poorlycopingstrategist]

Jamie is still in the process of finding his bearings and getting a feel for the ship's layout, and is currently in the kitchen due to the aforementioned "need to eat" thing, quietly peering into cupboards and storage spaces to determine what exactly is on hand. Or try, anyway - he can't read any of the packaging, which is annoying.

He glances up pensively when someone else enters, brow creasing as he takes in their appearance. Dude doesn't quite look like he's all there, but maybe he's cognizant enough to answer a couple of food questions. Besides, might as well get started on that "make friends with everyone" thing that's supposed to be going on here.

"Hey," he manages tentatively. "Do you, uh. Do you know if there's anything like coffee around here?"

[albatrossomen]

Oh, a new face. What an inconvenient time to be caught in the middle of being a disaster. Perhaps if he plays it cool he won't look and sound too much like an alien that's never been a human before.

This plan will absolutely fail.

"Hello," He ventured in a uniquely monotone way. Very weird. "Try the cabinet just to your left." Fortunately he did know where the tea was, which was probably where the coffee also was? He assumed. Murmur did not, in fact, normally have to eat. He'd never bothered to familiarize himself with more than what he liked.

[poorlycopingstrategist]

The flat tone gets a slight pause, but Jamie can't tell just yet if the guy is deliberately trying to brush him off, if there's something actually wrong with him, or if he's just kind of weird and awkward. (Or completely dead inside, like Jamie himself.) He inspects the indicated cupboard and locates a container whose contents smell similar enough to coffee to get a pass, and Jamie hefts it victoriously, offering a strained grin. "This must be it. Thanks."

He moves to set up the coffeemaker, still prattling away at his new crewmate. "I'm Jamie, by the way. I just got out of stasis a little while ago. How long have you been here?"

[albatrossomen]

A little of column B and a little of column C, really. Not that Jamie's to know that just yet. Although, the secret bonus column would also technically apply. The monotone continued even when the strange man offered a polite inclination of his head in response to the display of gratitude. "My pleasure." It didn't sound sarcastic, it just also didn't sound right.

Oh, yes, introductions. A thing Murmur only occasionally remembers to do and usually not without prompting. "Ah, that is a complicated question at the moment. This vessel belongs to one Richard Strand, who also resides upon this ship. You may call me Murmur." Still the monotone had remained, this one was just very bad at inflection it seemed. He did, however, look the faintest bit uncomfortable having to admit to the current goings on. It's not the best way to introduce a new member to the crew.