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Quin tested out the device. It seemed like she got the idea of it. As Quin began typing something else, Cristina watched. Is that what I look like to other people? The familiar robotic device caught her attention. "Take no offense," it began, "but how is it having a voice once more?"

How do I feel about this? Cristina had spent all this time worrying about the body swapping. "Honestly...it's nice to be able to speak again, but.." she paused trying to gather all of the right words, "It doesn't feel right. This isn't my own voice. I'm not supposed to be able to speak again. I'm cheating the system right now and I don't like it. I've basically stolen your voice and I know how it feels to have your voice stolen..." Her voice drifted on the last word. If she were to continue her ranting, Cristina felt that she would reveal too much about her past. She decided to wrap up her answer. "Anyways, I don't think I'll ever truly enjoy speaking unless it's with my own voice."

It's just how things are meant to be.

 

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With no response Altair merely let out a sigh as he hung up the phone "well this is just great" Altair mumbled as he placed his phone away and sighed "well at the moment there is little we can do at present. Normally I would say just move on....but to be frank I just cannot trust a mere stranger with my body...no offense" Altair said closing his eyes with a grin as he stretched "besides I bet you feel the same way, which is why you should stay here until everything gets settled" Altair said. It was getting pretty late and there was no sign of either Tyler or Heidi. At this point Altair was worried, but realizing there was not much he could do at present he merely put the thoughts aside. Tomorrow was a new day and whether he got his body back or not he would find the girl.

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"Ow...owowowowowow this hurts baaaaaaaaaaaad" Casey groaned as he walked back to the boy's dorm. Not pleased with his current body's strength, Casey pushed the body to the max, hoping to strengthen it. It wasn't that the body was necessarily bad or weak, his opinion about it had changed earlier, but the fact was it was not as strong as his original one and because of that he pushed himself. Because this boys lacked the key for Casey Heckles' room, Casey merely returned to Mathew's room and collapsed on the bed "Oh god tomorrow is going to be torture" Casey said as he drifted off. The true pain of a workout would come the next day.

 

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Anthony returned to his room only to find Matt already asleep. Without him or someone else it became increasingly hard to find help with his voice troubles. So he planned on going out to look for someone, though before he could his phone, which was left on his bed, began ringing.

Picking it up revealed that the cause of the sound was a text from no other than his sister. This fact made him frown but he still opened it anyway. A meet up, about this problem? What problem?

While pondering it he laid down, mood completely dropped now, and fell asleep.

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Elizabeth was happy that Allison didn't doubt the email before this but her delayed reaction made her laugh. "Yes, I got it too."

She realized she never actually put clothes back on since discovering that she was in the wrong body and had been standing around in a towel so went to dress, doing so in Allison's clothes after saying 'I hope you don't mind.'

Once fully clothes - dressing in the bathroom - she came back out and sat on Allison's bed, figuring she might as well. "Hm, so you missed a lot I take it?" she carried on as if she hadn't left. "Need any help being filled in?"

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"Okay."

There wasn't exactly much else to say at the moment. Just 'okay.' It wasn't okay, of course, but everything was still processing.

Normally she'd call out someone as a lunatic or liar if they had spouted this nonsense at her on a normal day but seeing as it came from her body...well, it seemed like it was all the truth.

After taking one more deep breath she finally formed a complete sentence. "Yeah, I got that email." Taking another moment Daniel gave a small laugh before shaking her head. Were they supposed to think of a way to handle this now? She didn't even know where to begin with that. It wasn't like she had experience with this after all.

She took a moment for a sigh and finally found herself under control again. It all felt really strange still but...well, let's just go along for the ride until we knew more, okay? "Is this going to wear off? And wait...you met her you say? How did that go?"

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"Waxing crescent moon, best time in the cycle to start a new adventure... or start something new." Ah, the moon. "This wasn't what I had in mind when I marked the calender for this lunar cycle. I wanted to try some form of exercise, like yoga. Or I wanted to try grounding stones.... which seems kind of silly if I'm walking around with a pouch of rocks..."


Marina listened closely as they entered the market. It was late and would be closing soon, but that was fine. She had no intentions of staying there long. Grabbing a cart, she began to push it down the isles. Grocery shopping was something she knew little about, having only gone a few times and all with Dylan. He would starve himself if she did not insist on buying him food. "The moon is a mysterious wonder. I too keep track of its cycles, but for different purposes." She picked up a bundle of apples and set them in the cart. Marina had no system. She just grabbed whatever looked best and tossed it in. Without Dylan present to scold her on her eating habits, his cupboards were bound to be filled with a hodge-podge of varying items. "Yoga is best for the body and the soul. It is a very spiritual for of exercise, meant for form and figure rather than weight loss. I highly recommend it. I practice it most every day. In one way or another."

She chuckled lightly and set a package of bacon in the cart. Would the girl in her body understand the foul humor? Most likely not. Marina pushed the cart full of food to the register and began to check out. Her foot tapped lightly on the floor as she waited and the clerk was done, the small screen displayed a total of $273. That aught to hold him over for awhile. Marina was not a fan of idle chit chat and so the walk back was relatively quiet. Upon arrival, she quickly put the foods away and fired up the stove. Let's see you stop me now Dylan. She smirked.

"Is there anything you wish to know in particular?"

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"Yeah, I'm staying." he replied with a smile, "Don't worry."
With that, Heidi breathed easier. She watched him send a message to someone and thought of her new phone again. Which made her think of someone else and a look of dismay crossed her face. Her original hypothesis still stood for the time being and that made her heart ache. She watched as Harley finished his mesage and then moved to the bed she had been originally sleeping in. Her face flushed at the thought of she had awoken.

"looks like we've got a little slumber party on our hands. Only two people to a bed, now, or just one."

A slumber party. . . She had never been invited to a sleep over before, albeit, she hadn't been technically invited to this one either. It just sort of happened. "I claim this bed," he followed up with. It made her face turn as red as Zoey's hair. Was he doing this on purpose? "And the only person that is free to sleep with me if she so desires is Heidi." She swallowed hard, the embarrassement not fading away. Last night, she had been comfortable with the idea when he hadn't even tried. Today, it felt wrong. He was in Tyler's body and there were other people. "Zoey, I assume you're going to take the other bed, so you're free to . . . do whatever you want, I guess? I don't want any shenanigans tonight, please,"

What did he mean by shenanigans? "If you're going to go anywhere, and you've swapped bodies with someone in this room, please, for the love of whatever higher deity you believe in, leave a note." Well, that ruled her out. Heidi had no intentions of doing anything. Just remaing safely inside this room with Harley, even if it did involve being in different bodies.

Heidi sat down on the bed beside him and watched as the others slowly made their way into sleep as well. "I'll sleep here too," she mumbled quietly before pulling back the sheets. She crawled under the covers and curled up. Normally, her knees would fit comfortably against her chest, but not today. She had to tuck them in under Zoey's breasts, which didn't feel right. Heidi faced away from Harley. Her face was still red, her ears burned, her heart beat wildly, and she didn't feel comfortable in this body whatsoever. Her eyes locked onto this spot on the wall as she lay there. Given the state of things, she hoped he would face away from her. Normally, she thrived for closeness, to have someone show her warmth, but this felt wrong on so many levels.

 

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theodore opened his eyes and like before, it was dark. would he ever have a proper day? the world may never know. his sleeping schedule was getting worse and he felt so awkward. his movements under the sheets didn't feel right...this bed was also a lot more comfortable than he remembered, somehow. that's when a jolt of panic surged through him and he shot upright faster than a pickle flying out of a jar, causing his head to spin. oh sweet baby deity something was wrong. he searched frantically for a light before realizing there was a certain ~breeze~ gliding against his skin...his bare skin ... and his hair didn't feel right, either. and his mouth tasted like...

he blushed brighter than a tsundere in front of their love interest after being called kawaii, gathered up the sheet over his body and started searching desperately for some clothes.

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the first thing Eleanora noticed was that everything was gray. oh noooo. her body felt heavy. and everything was foggy and unclear and depressing and horrible. her joints and head ached and her legs...her legs were really long. dizzily and clumsily, she made her way to the bathroom. she acknowledged that this dorm room was...not hers. a small, frightened whimper left her throat and she stiffened when the sound that came out was...foreign. oh no oh no oh no oh no.

she flipped the light on and stared at herself in the mirror. okay. this was...she was...her fingertips traced her jawline and the opposite hand pulled a strand of hair from her scalp. she winced, but it confirmed that she was awake...was this a spell gone wrong? she didn't remember practicing anything...it took her a few more seconds to realize she recognized herself--himself--uhhh. John's tall friend. The boy who had given her the flower...She was in his body.

 

"Yeah that'd be great. I know that my friend Harley said that you guys went through some crazy stuff, and something about a random flood? What's the real story?" she asked eagerly. Allison loved storytime. She liked telling stories and listening to others' stories. Storytime was the best time besides maybe dessert time. And food time in general. She hoped she didn't look too silly in Elizabeth's body but she probably did being all happy and such in a normally more stoic faced person than she sometimes.

 

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"The moon is a mysterious wonder. I too keep track of its cycles, but for different purposes."​

I wonder why...​

"Yoga is best for the body and the soul. It is a very spiritual for of exercise, meant for form and figure rather than weight loss. I highly recommend it. I practice it most every day. In one way or another."​

I didn't say I needed to lose weight, I don't need to... wait. Was that supposed to be a sex joke?​

"Is there anything you wish to know in particular?"​

How the fuck do I get out of your body​

"Why do you keep track of lunar cycles?" Bronagh forced out before her brain came up with something horrible. She had no reason to dislike this girl, but if given time Bronagh could find a way to hate anyone.​

"And, you don't have to, but could you tell me a little about yourself?"​

 

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Marina nodded curtly as she banged a metal spoon against the pot. "Both answers are one in the same. I track the lunar calendar for divination purposes." She paused to allow the answer to sink in, while throwing an odd amount of pasta into the waterless pot. It sat on the stove with the burner on high. "I am psychic. As for family, both my parents are Academy Alumni. They graduated five years apart. My mother is a socialite, while my father is a politician. Senator Sario. I have an older brother who is twenty-three, but we do not see much of each other. I live on campus full-time, residing there year round." She added water to the burning pasta and the pot sizzled, sending hot water droplets in every which way.

"That about sums me up. There is not much more to tell." Marina stirred the fried noodles with the spoon, hitting the sides of the pot quite often. The kitchen began to stink and she turned on the overhead fan. The water started boiling over and onto the stove, putting out the flame underneath the pot. She dug through a drawer for the pot holders and then quickly dumped the contents out into the empty sink. Using a tongs, she scooped all the noodles back out of the sink and into the pot before dumping a can of orange sauce in with them.

Marina opened the cupboards containing bowls and scooped up a serving for Bronagh before handing it to her. "There is juice in the refrigerator." She made one for herself as well and sat down at the table, proud of her accomplishment. There was no Dylan around to tell her how terrible of a cook she was or cut into her poor performance. She had done well, in her eyes at least. Marina took a large bite of the food, oblivous to just how terribly it tasted. Clearly, if it was done by her hands, then it was amazing. There was just no other choice. She wiped her mouth on a napkin, then glanced up at the one possessing her body. "Anything else you wish to know? When you're finished, you may deposit the dishes in the sink and turn in if you would like. There isn't much room around here, but there is a couch down the hall that way." She pointed in the direction of the cramped living room-- that consisted of a couch, television, and small table for it to sit on. Honestly, how did Dylan live in such a small space?

 

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Aileen didn't really expect much of a reaction. Daniel was probably in shock. Who wouldn't after being told something like that? If it hadn't been for the body switching, she was almost certain that Daniel wouldn't have believed her.

"Yeah, I got that email," Daniel stated. She thought that much. Her roommate let out a small laugh. Was it out of confusion? After a couple of moments, she continued with a couple of more questions, "Is this going to wear off? And wait...you met her you say? How did that go?"

"It would probably wear off. Crestatia, the person behind this, will probably keep this up until she's bored with it. Myself with a couple of others involuntarily met with her. She placed us around a table to see if we had any questions. Apparently this 'game' is headed into a draw. She's going to change that though, and this," Aileen gestured at their bodies, "is probably one of the ways."

Aileen yawned. It seemed as if it was getting late. Perhaps she should go back to bed. After all of this confusion she could use some rest. "Sorry, I'm getting rather tired. I think that I am just going to go to sleep... maybe you should, too. Take some times to think things over. Hopefully this will all end by morning..." she said, lying back down in Daniel's bed and closing her eyes.

 

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It felt like it would be best to tell her the whole story from the beginning, but as that would take a long time she figured just the flood part would be enough for now. Besides, the less she knew the higher the chances were of her messing up and dying right? That meant the less competition...however, if she were to partner up with someone who knew nothing and therefore was completely useless it'd be a pain. And seeing how Allison had her body she had little choice when it came to working together.

Besides...she didn't like admitting it but she would feel too guilty leaving Allison in the dark.

"I never really figured out the cause, Crestatia got bored or maybe someone broke one of the rules, but either way it began raining really bad. This trapped everyone at the school, which was on high ground so others also came here for safety. And through a series of events we all got locked in the auditorium with no way out. A few guesses about how to get out were thrown out there but in the end only one stuck...to kill someone." She paused, hoping to get a good enough reaction on the matter to see how Allison felt about murder.

"Poor Abby..." she trailed off unexpectedly, leaving Allison to piece the rest together. "Well, it worked, but when the demon showed herself she was possessing the killer, Quin, and declared that it''d be an eye for an eye. Altair saved her though and got cursed in the process. Never really did try and figure that curse out... Can't even remember the words." Satisfied that she said enough on the matter Elizabeth stopped and waited for a reply.

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This was fucking insane.

Daniel nodded as the other answered, unsure where to go from there. So it was a relief that Aileen suggested sleep, as sleep always did help the brain process things, right? That was what it was for, as far as she knew. It wasn't like she paid much attention in class on all the off chances that she actually showed for it.

So she laid down as well, finding everything off by just being on the wrong side of the room even though she was still new here. Till the witch got bored...how dull. No, how awful! She didn't want to wait around and do nothing while that chick was in her body. Who knew how she could embarrass her even in just a short amount of time. Still...what could she possibly do?

No ideas really came to her but then, as she stared through the darkness at the form in her bed she realized she had something she didn't have before, a source of information. It wasn't clear how much this Aileen knew but hopefully it was enough to fill in all the blanks. Once that was out the way she could actually do something about this situation.

But for there was only sleep.

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Bronagh was listening to Marina, but wasn't paying attention to Marina cooking. She was looking around the apartment and then she looked over at Marina at the words Senator Sario.​

I figured I was in the body of a rich girl but a politician's daughter? Oh god...​

At that point when she was handed the plate of food, she hadn't payed attention to anything going on in the kitchen. She smelt burning, but it was ignored. She was at the point of stress where she just needed food in her system. She quickly took a bite of the pasta which almost immediately, attempted to get out of her system. She covered her mouth fast and swallowed it again.​

Oh my god she is trying to kill me.​

"Juice in the fridge right? Great!" She said as she walked quickly over to the fridge and poured herself a cup of juice. "I love juice it's so... fruity" She said as she immediately started to drink it.​

The taste isn't going away.​

Bronagh coughed as she wrapped the plate up in tin foil and put it in the fridge, "You know, I'm just... so confused over the body switch thing... I'm not really in the mood to eat... plus, I'm a sloppy eater when it comes to pasta...."​

Bronagh tilted her head, Marina's head, to the side and walked towards the living room, "I didn't really sleep last night either, it's been kind of a long day... stay safe."​

Bronagh walked over to the couch and really didn't know how to fall asleep. She didn't know if she wanted to take off the dress of if she was going to fall asleep in it. In truth, she really didn't want to piss anyone off. But within the time it took her to decide what to do she was already passed out on the couch.​

 

Allison listened transfixed to the story. Her mouth gaped at the part where they had to kill someone to leave. Crestatia forced them to murder? Wow...that is...that is rough. She then backtracked to the names. Wait...Quintus?! Quintus did...oh man that's...that's terrible...she must feel terrible... she thought mournfully thinking of the girl. Was that the reason she always looked so sad or distant? Allison looked down on the ground in thought. A guy named Altair had saved her? How nice of him to do that, but he got cursed. It's unfortunate she doesn't remember the words, but oh well. Maybe it's not a fatal curse? As if that would happen. "W-wow...you guys went through a lot...I'm sorry that happened to you, Elizabeth. But, thanks for telling me about some of the events that Crestatia's caused. Oh, speaking of which, I...had actually seen her. There were others also. We were all sitting at a round table and she allowed us to ask some questions, but...I guess we weren't specific enough as none of her answers really helped or gave insight. I'm sorry. But, uh thanks for sharing. We should go to bed now. 'Night." she finished with a slight smile as she went underneath the covers and tried to go to sleep. It would be a while before she did as her thoughts raced around her head.

 

Alex had returned to his room not too long after going out. He'd didn't find anything that was related to his search, so he figured he'd try again tomorrow. Who know, maybe if he was lucky he would actually find something. Only one way to figure out and with that, he drifted off to slumber.

 

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xxxxxxxxxx Kallisti listened to Cristina's answer with great interest, wondering what new mood it would bring between the two of them. She hoped that there was no offense taken in the question, for Kallisti was truly curious. Then again, she had first-hand experience of the saying "curiosity killed the cat" . . .

" Honestly . . . " the girl began, " it's nice to be able to speak again, but . . . " She seemed hesitant to say was was truly on her mind, or perhaps she was merely having trouble finding all of the right words, " It doesn't feel right. This isn't my own voice. I'm not supposed to be able to speak again. I'm cheating the system right now and I don't like it. " Kallisti raised her eyebrows, this was a surprising and very mature way to look at the situation, " I've basically stolen your voice and I know how it feels to have your voice stolen . . . "

Cristina trailed off and Kallisti felt that there was a story to be told behind those last few words. There had been quite a bit of prodding already, Kallisti felt, and so she would ask no more of the personal subject. After all, she wasn't fond of personal questions, either.

" Anyways, I don't think I'll ever truly enjoy speaking unless it's with my own voice. "

It was a good answer, and Kallisti gained some perspective and respect for Cristina. After thinking for a few minutes, she found herself yawning, where normally, sound would come out, none didn't. She wondered how long the body-switch was going to last. Perhaps if they slept, it would all be normal once more? She was unsure . . .

" I am becoming tired. " the device stated in its mechanical voice, in place of Kallisti, " We should sleep and see what the morning brings. " She hadn't changed from the set of pajamas that she woke up in, and so she left the device on the night stand and slid under the covers, waving at Cristina with a " Good night. " before laying down and closing her eyes.

Tomorrow, perhaps things would be normal.

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xxxxxxxxxx The others all seemed to be in agreement that things should stay put for the night, and then began to move to their respective sleeping places. Heidi sat next to Harley on the bed and Harley felt that this was pretty strange. There was just . . . eh, he didn't know . . . something about he being in this body of Tyler's and Heidi being in Zoey's body that mad it all . . . strange. " I'll sleep here, too. " she told him, and snuggled into the bed.

It didn't feel quite right sleeping in the same bed as Heidi as it would be on a normal day, but he shrugged it off and removed the jacket he had been wearing and took off his shoes. Tomorrow, they'd probably still be stuck in these bodies. Who knew.

" Good night, Heidi. " he said softly, laying on his back.

Harley closed his eyes that weren't his and drifted off. This was still pretty weird . . .

 

someone was in the dorm...no, not dorm, this wasn't what the dorms looked like. house? apartment? were they breaking in? theodore had found some clothes but he looked pretty silly in them. a nice shirt and then just some pajama bottoms. he had been so desperate to cover up that he didn't even care. at this point he knew for sure that he was either dreaming, high, or had died and entered his new life with memories of his last.

the noises were obnoxious, but what really got him was the smell. putrid. he immediately and almost desperately left the room,

"what the HELL is going on?! what is that godawful smell?"

oh GOD what was THAT voice omg dis lyf

his gaze first met that of some ordinary looking wench in front of a bowl. did he live with these people? whoever had cooked this food up was a disaster.

as he traveled further into the small area, he gazed out into the living room and then...

then it happened.

time went still, birds chirped in the dead of the night, rainbows and hearts flew overhead and his heart beat quickened, sending blood straight down to his penis. who was that sleeping beauty? oh hohoho. he wondered how old she was. god damn why did SHE have to be the one sleeping? why not miss plain jane over there? she was probably the catastrophe that had cooked up this poison.

his eyes narrowed and he shot a glare towards the girl still sitting at the table.

 

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When Quin suggested that they sleep, Cristina nodded. She didn't realize how tired she was until she had mentioned going to bed. Before Quin closed her eyes, Cristina whispered a, "Good night." She stayed awake a little while longer after her roommate had fallen asleep.

A lot had happened today. She had met with the person behind all of the crazy phenomena that had been occurring lately, as well as the whole body switching situation. There's going to be more things like this, huh? Cristina wanted to believe that she was prepared for all of this, but she wasn't. The body swapping ordeal was already taking a toll on her emotional health. Being given a voice, only for it to be taken away again later? Was the Coordinator trying to bully her? Tease her? She had to stay strong.

Cristina closed her eyes. She just wanted everything to be normal again in the morning. Please.

 

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She wanted to shake Allison awake and demand her to explain this meeting she had with the demon itself but figured it was too early to show that side of her. How dare she say something like that before drifting off, so peacefully looking no less. Ugh. Those answers could be really important. Though considering how stupid people could be... Well, she still had some hoped. Even if the questions were useless maybe something nice slipped?

In any case it seemed like she wouldn't know anything until morning which, as much as it pissed her off, caused the girl to give in with a sigh and lay down. As rare as it was she was anxious now so falling asleep wasn't exactly easy but sooner or later she managed to do so.

 

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Ben carefully opened the envelope Crestatia had left under the round table and scanned its contents. He smirked at what was written for him. If the witch thought that he would ever follow that, she didn't really know anything about him, other than that he was one of her "pawns." As soon as his eyes passed over over the final line of the letter, his surroundings disappeared, and he woke.​

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Ben reached over onto his nightstand for his glasses, but his hand could find no such thing. He sat himself up in the bed, his long white hair falling over his shoulders. Long white hair? That didn't belong to him. Ben reached his hand to his chest. Now those definitely weren't his. What's going on now? Ben tried to look around the room, but night had already filled it with darkness. Though he had just woken up, he could feel his eyelids drooping. Though his new body had gotten rest, his mind had not. He lay back down in the bed, closing his eyes. Whatever was going on, he would deal with it in the morning.​

 

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xxxxx"what the HELL is going on?! what is that godawful smell?"
xxxxxMarina frowned. She didn't think it smelled that bad. Did everyone have a problem with her cooking. She cleared her plate in the trash, before setting the bowl in the sink. Brushing off rude comment, she smiled at the one occupying Dylan's body mischeviously. "Oh good. It is about time you finally got up. So tell me," she said, leaning against the counter, "who was fortunate enough to be blessed with the ability to reside within Dylan? Whomever you are, you are lucky. I seem to have acquired an unfair trade." She followed his line of sight to the living room, watching as her own precious body lay on the couch unconscious.

xxxxx"That is mine down the hall, this. . .well, this is of a lesser beings." She spouted off. Any woman was a lesser being to her. The fact that she had to be stuck in the body of one, was almost enough to make her go postal. Fortunately, Marina was well trained in containing the crazy. She sighed and looked back at the person in Dylan's body longingly. What she would not give to just go to bed with him right now, but that was most certainly not an option. Not in Bronagh's body, and not when she had no clue as to whom Dylan's inhabitant was. "Lady Marina," she said confidently, "but unless you are one of those poor Bellhurst students, then you most likely already know who I am."

xxxxxShe smirked before turning around to face the sink and run the water on the dishes. "There is still some pasta left if you are hungry."

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xxxxx"Good night Heidi." Harley said as he laid down beside her. Fortunately he didn't face her, but stayed on his back.

xxxxx"Good night," she responded. Heidi closed her, doing her best to attempt sleep. Everything was so uncomfortable and she wished there was more room to adjust, but given the situation, she found it best just to stay put in her small spot on the bed. She remained like that for an undetermined amount of time, before sleep finally overcame her.

 

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oh...switched bodies. oh shit. why was this happening?

"my name is..." wait, Lady Marina? oh. yes, her. she would have no idea who he was. "Theodore Weldon."

the name stung his tongue. he wasn't poor, but he himself wasn't very prestigious, either. she wouldn't recognize him by this last name, at least, but it was the only one he would associate himself with for the time being.

if they had switched bodies...then was someone in his right now? noooooooo. nononoononono. his body! his books! he had to get back to his dorm before...before whoever was in his body found his...stash.

"dylan, was it? is he likely in my body?" he knew the answer.

wait--no--there was something more important to consider. the personality of the beautiful girl on the couch was in the body of this simpleton. oh nooo. how conflicting. he would just have to get to know them both.

his eyes darted to the pot and he shook his head. "not hungry, thank you." it was a lie that may save his life.
he didn't bother with her anymore and briefly considered letting her sleep in the bed and taking the floor or something. hahahahahaha as if. he disappeared back into the bedroom, eager to get to sleep as to start the next day and get back to his dorm and fix everything. he had an overwhelming stack of questions he wanted to ask, but now wasn't the time. he had something to take care of.

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this would be weird.

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eleanora backed away from the mirror and then went back to sleep because we're not starting this tonight, nope, tomorrow.