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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[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."