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"You know...I could have continued my search to the very end but there was one reason I returned back to this place...Heidi...I came back to make sure you are not alone. I never wish to hurt you on purpose and as long as I have the ability to I will always be there for you"

She sniffled again and wiped at the tears on her face. Did he really mean that? Heidi swallowed and could feel herself about to cry again. He couldn't really mean that, could he? It wasn't possible. She wanted to believe it, but it was just too good to be true.

"now quit crying you crybaby. Its a brother's job to comfort his sister...so let me do my job kay?"

Heidi started crying again and flung her arms around Altair's waist, burying her face into his now black chest. "Promise. Promise you won't go again," she mumbled into the shirt. She was asking too much of him. If he wanted to leave, he had the right to-- Harley too. As much as she didn't want to, Heidi would have to return to the girl's dorm soon. Everyone else should be awake by now and Zoey probably needed clothes. They would wonder what was taking so long, but she was too afraid to leave Altair's side. What if he disappeared again? Her arms clung tightly to his chest as she dampened his shirt with her tears. She had stopped crying now, but her face was still soaked.

 

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{ TUMBLR • ACQUAINTANCES • MOST RECENT • WEARING }​

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xxxxxxxxxx Kallisti awoke that next morning, not even having to look in the mirror to discern that she was still in Cristina's body. The sickness had told her. It was . . . irking, but she took a breath and found that, perhaps, if she waited long enough, everyone would switch back to normal. There was no point in getting angry over the change. She wondered, though, was there a certain something that they had to do in order to return to normal? Her mind jumped back to that cold auditorium and the feel of cheap wood against her hands.

Surely a quest of that stature would not have to be completed again.

Returning from the bathroom, Kallisti looked at the sleeping figure of her body and contemplated what to do for the day. It would be wisest to keep to her room, she knew this much, but she couldn't help but feel slightly stir crazy. Would Cristina truly mind her leaving for just a little while? Kallisti didn't know, but she didn't like to be able to see her own body, if it wasn't in a mirror . . . She sighed.

Cristina had been up before her, but Kallisti hadn't noticed until she had returned from the bathroom. She couldn't leave now without Cristina knowing, not that she would try and hide it, but . . . She did need to leave this room for a little while. Perhaps she should invite Cristina? Where would they go? She had an aching feeling to see Harley, and she disliked it a great deal. Still . . . That overwhelming feeling to get out, to check on him and others, it was . . . annoying, but persevering.

" Good morning, Cristina. " she typed into the device, sitting on her bed. She saw that the blanket covered her body's legs and she felt a pang of embarrassment, shame, and guild. For Cristina to land in a body so damaged . . . granted, it wasn't Kallisti's fault, she couldn't have prevented Cristina occupying her, but many of the markings could have been avoided, as well as the pains that came to her every now and then, " I hope you are well. " she said, " I was thinking that we could do something today. I feel the need to breath fresh air. "

Before Cristina could give an answer, there was a knock on the door and Kallisti looked at her roommate, slightly expectant, since she was unable to speak.

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[ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : NORMAL ]​

xxxxxxxxxx Harley had left after Heidi did, after finding her note. Not to find her, but just to leave the stale air of the room behind him. She wasn't completely helpless, and with her being in a different body, there was no chance of any sort of authorities finding her and taking her. It was Zoey in her body that had to worry about that. Until they switched back, that is. If they ever did, that is, again.

He had returned to Tyler's room on the other side of the campus to retrieve a fresh set of clothing after showering and then sat in the room for a little while. This room, he didn't like. Its occupant, he didn't like.

He needed to see Kallisti, today. Alli hadn't text him back, he assumed she was mad at him. She would come around? He guessed . . . Why was she mad at him? He didn't know. He wished she would text him back, though. Sigh . . . After sitting in the room for a little while, or until he couldn't stand it, really, he left to return to the girls' building.

Kallisti's room was around there somewhere around here . . .

After walking around for a good period of time, he came to the familiar door that was Kallisti's and gave a knock, waiting for it to be answered.

 

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Glancing down at the girl that suddenly embraced him, Altair softly smiled as he stroked the top of her head "I promise, until I breathe my last breath I will not abandon you" Altair said. His shirt was totally soaked but it did not matter in the slightest to Altair. Altair merely placed a finger under her chin and lifted it up. With his other arm Altair used the sleeve of his shirt and began to dry the face of the girl while giving her a smile. "There there, everything will be alright" Altair said soothingly. His new body's voice wasn't as deep as the old one and though it still sounded weird to him the teen tried his best to convey the same tone he used in his old body.

 

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"I promise, until I breathe my last breath I will not abandon you" Altair said as he stroked the top of her head. Could she believe that? Heidi wanted to, she really did. So for once, she was going to try. At least with the silence, there was no one to convince her otherwise. It was nice, but now she had to make her own decisions. Those were hard. They usually helped/told her. He began to dry her tears and smiled while doingso. "There there, everything will be alright" She hoped so.

Heidi nodded as he lifted her chin. It felt weird staring up into the dark eyes of the person Altair inhabited, so longingly at that. She missed his smile in the time he was absent and the happiness he made her feel. They only ever made her feel bad. Spending time with Altair made her feel good for the first time in her life. She sniffled and attempted a smile the best she could. "Th-thank you for coming back." Her eyes wandered to the luggage. She still needed to get Zoey clothes, but was now afraid to leave. He promised, but what if another emergency came up? Would he just leave without word for days again? "I. . ." she started softly, "I need. . .to get Zoey clothes. . ."

 

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xxxxxTheodore rubbed the sleep from his eyes. His sleeping schedule had been completely hectic lately, and he was afraid that if he did not fix it soon, he would just waste his life away. He had to admit it though... He was scared. Why was this happening? Was it magic? He didn't know if he believed in that... He had never really thought about it. This freaky witchcraft paired with his abnormally vivid nightmares was giving him second thoughts about the supernatural realm. If he was really in somebody else's body, that meant that somebody was in his, right? Dylan... Was that person in his room right now? And who else was involved in all this?​

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He took a deep breath, attempting to calm his nerves. Panicking would not help the situation. His fingers clutched at the sheets that covered him, pulling them away as he stood up. He dug through some clothes to find something suitable to wear before trudging into the bathroom. Foreign eyes peered back at him through a mess of semi-blonde strands as he gazed into the mirror. He tilted his face down and caught a glimpse of this strangers toothbrush. No… He began the search for a washcloth and upon finding one created a new way to brush his teeth. There was no way he was sticking that thing into his mouth.​

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When he was done, he washed his face and headed out of the bathroom. The first thing he noticed was that it didn't smell like death anymore. Thank the lord. With a bit of arrogance, he strolled out into the kitchen area, deciding to find himself something to eat.​

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❝Good morning… Or, early afternoon?❞​

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He had a lot to ask, but for now he would relax and try to get a feel for the strangers.​

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Matt's eyes slowly fluttered opened, realising instantly he was still in somebody else's body. It was still taking a bit of getting used to, not being inside his own body. He seemed to have woken up later than usual with the amount of light in the room but he didn't move just yet. He could still see Zoey (well at least the body Zoey was currently in) on the bed. He smiled. He couldn't tell if she was awake or not, if exhaustion had actually meant she'd got some sleep but either way, he was just content to lay there and when she did get out of bed, he'd be there for her. He actually wasn't certain if she'd heard what he'd said last night or not but regardless, he didn't mind.

 

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Upon hearing the girls thanks Altar gave the girl a nod and glanced over at what she was looking over at. "ah I see you managed to get the clothes that the old man sent, he'd kick my ass if you didn't get any of them" Altair said with a chuckle as he glanced back at Heidi. He could only assume that this Zoey person was the person Heidi switched bodies with and the two have already conversed.

With this knowledge Altair figured all the participants in the game were all body switched, but the true question was whether or not they had to to do something to correct this. Would they have to kill off somebody like they did with Abby? or maybe this was a permanent thing. Whatever it was Altair figured it would be best to keep safe at the moment. "So do you need help Heidi? I can come with you if you like" Altair said.

 

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xxxxxFrom the livingroom, Marina heard the all too familiar voice of her friend in the kitchen as she submitted a tumblr post about the end of the world. It was ironic really. Would any of them die today? Straightening herself out, she proceeded back to the kitchen. She smiled kindly at the boy in Dylan's body before reseating herself at the table. "Well hello to you too. You know, you appear to be awfully well suited for Dylan. You both spend more time awake then asleep." She laughed lightly and pulled her phone out to check the time. Marina glanced over at Bronagh, eyeing her marvelous body, and scowling at the girl inside it. "We should head back soon." She began before returning her attention to Theodore with a playful grin on her face. "Now that sleeping beauty has finally awoken from his slumber."

xxxxxShe waved her arms in a wide half-circle theatrically, before bringing them to a close against her cheek, as if she were sleeping. Marina shut her eyes for a moment, then removed her hand from her face, and held Bronagh's palm out to inspect it. There was no doubt about the outcome, but she felt the need to study it anyway. Her eyes narrowed on the fine lines etched into the smaller girl's hand and traced a finger along the one designated. Marina pursed her lips in frustration. Of course it was the same, but it did not mean she could not wish otherwise.

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xxxxx"ah I see you managed to get the clothes that the old man sent, he'd kick my ass if you didn't get any of them"

xxxxxHeidi nodded as she moved over to the suitcases. "Y-yeah. . .they're. . .a bit much." He had bought her so many outfits and with the tags still on everything, she knew exactly how much they all costed. It made Heidi uncomfortable, accepting such nice things, but she would never say that to his grandpa. She glanced over at the boy in Altair's body. He had remained quiet this whole time. Did their scene make him uncomfortable? She felt her body temperature rise as she blushed slightly. Heidi had spent all this time stressing out over Altair leaving-- crying to Tyler and Harley--, only to have him return to her safe and sound, relatively speaking. The whole body switching things still was a bit of an issue.

xxxxx"So do you need help Heidi? I can come with you if you like."

xxxxxHer eyes lit up at his suggestion. He wanted to come with? It meant they didn't have to be apart. There was a warmth spreading through her chest and she clung tightly to the collar of Zoey's shirt. She picked up the small backpack and stuffed some clothing inside before grabbing Temperance's jacket off of the pile. It was a tight squeeze around her torso with Zoey's bust in the way. "R-really?" She asked, looking back over at the black guy. Her eyes moved slowly to Altair's figure and she looked a bit embarrassed. "Oh...um. . .y-you can come too. Safer together, right?"

 

Marcus wondered just what the hell this boy could be on. Was his body inhabited by some kind of stoner? Or a crazy writer of some sort, like a demented Stephen King? Synapses fired and then young Marcus could recall. A few weeks back, his inbox held a message. Of course Marcus passed it off as some kind of chain mail and moved on with his life. Could this be what Altair was talking about? Altair. Altair....wasn't just the name of a legendary fictional assassin! He was also some person who's name showed up on the email, along with a list of others. Was this Heidi girl on there too? Before Marcus couldn't answer Altair, his door silently swung open. It was still weird to see his body in third person and bending to someone elses will. It was like a third person styled dream he just couldn't wake from. But he had to get used to it as he watched his body speed off it's perch and around the arms of a rather pretty girl.

He did feel out of place as they began to speak but realized it was the perfect chanc e for Marcus to see if his name and Altair's showed up on the email's recipient list. Sweet baby Jesus. They did. Marcus took slow, and deep breaths. He didn't want to die! He didn't even accomplish anything! Or earned a single military medal! His jaw clenched, if the emailer had the ower to do this on a whim or whatever, he should probably brush up on the rules. Marcus scrolled through the email application on his phone, reading and saving the email once he'd finished reading the rules. A game. She wanted to put them in a game. Well, she'd found a player in him. Suddenly, voices snapped him out of his reverie. He still felt out of place, as he watched and listened quietly to their conversation. Altair had left? Maybe he'd been hurt during that absence. These bruises felt pretty damn fresh. He waited though, until they finished their private moment, and before he could talk to them properly, the girl turned to face him and invited him on their adventure. Marcus nodded his agreement to her safety in numbers sentence. Making sure he had his phone in his pocket, he figured he was set enough as long as they were staying on campus, otherwise he'd have to run to his room for his wallet. 'I was just thinking that if there's more of us, we should all gather, just to see who's in who's body. And to make up a good plan or something. I don't think staying apart would help anyone do anything." He said as he gazed at both of them, his arms folding across his chest and his new golden eyes blazing with a certain determination.

 

~Tyler Ashes~​

[Tumblr ~ Mood: Unsure... ~ OOC ~ ♪Listening to♪] = Currently occupying Harley Jackson's body.​

~Zoey Quill~​

[Mood: Calmness... ~ OOC: ~ ♪Listening to♪] = Currently occupying Heidi Layne​

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So Bushy was in a dilemna. He had to post in 100Days... but the fact was, he was tired from having travelled for over 12 hours due to coach delays and the like due to the blizzard that had hit britain...
So... This is how he's gonna get around the situation...

Zoey was so tired from not having slept at all in the night due to awkwardness and being clothed, that she finally fell asleep due to exhaustion. Honestly... Bushy had no other ideas for his other two, but with all due respect is operating on 3 hours sleep and again... He'll express... he has travelled a long way in terrible conditions. So with that Bushy wants to leave a message and that is...

HE LOVES YOU ALL! AND GOODNIGHT!

 

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Ben felt around the nightstand for his glasses, but once again found nothing. He opened his eyes and sighed. It really hadn't been just a dream. He sat himself up, and looked at the clock on the nightstand. It was already well into the day; he had slept for over twelve hours. He supposed it wasn't too odd. After all, when he had returned to his, that is to say, Olivia's body, it had been around a day after he had fallen asleep.​

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He thought back to the dream he had. This whole body-switching incident had been Crestatia's doing. She had said as such in her letter. Had she done the same to the other email recipients? Since he was the one currently occupying Olivia's body, she must be in someone else's. Though he could not recognize any of the other voices at the round table, the tone of one them matched Marina's, so he could add her to the batch.​

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Ben turned on the shower in Olivia's bathroom and gazed at his reflection in the mirror. Though he thought the female figure and long, almost unnaturally white hair would make him feel odd, it was actually her eyes that did it. Those pale blue eyes, giving off an aura of elegance, so different from his earthy green eyes. He took a quick shower, and, after having a bit of difficulty washing the long hair properly and blow-drying it, exited the bathroom with a towel wrapped around him. He felt elated when he found pairs of shorts in Olivia's dresser; now he wouldn't feel quite so awkward wearing one of her Victorian-esque dresses.​

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He pulled on a pale blue dress, with the shorts under it, a pair of stockings, and pair of flats, not even trying to attempt to wear something with heels. Now what to do? he thought. Though he disliked the bitter taste of coffee, he felt a strange craving for it.​

 

Olivia touched her cheek, her hair a mess. Except it was not her hair. Oh dear, she was in Ben's body and she began freaking out as she threw the ablet to the floor in rage and decided to make her next post more detailed.

Cherno did not want to deal with this right now. His head hutt badly and he lifted his tiny little legs to the mirror. He needed to gather his thoughts in his next post.

 

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"I wonder why taking our own lives is against the rules..." Aileen woke up to her roommate's mumbling. She couldn't tell if Daniel was talking to her, or herself, but Aileen decided to open her eyes and sit up. Maybe her roommate had more questions to ask. She, herself, didn't know all of the answers, but she had known about the game long enough for her to answer simple questions.

Aileen yawned before speaking, "The game probably wouldn't last very long if that wasn't a rule. A lot of people probably would have killed themselves. If I knew that I was inevitably going to die in less than a year, I would, too. But with that rule in place I didn't."

This game had given her a lot of stress ever since it had started. The events that happened in the auditorium during the flood still frightened her. If she had a choice, the girl would have killed herself that night. Aileen added, "Crestatia would probably just bring you back to life...and then kill you later. Then you would have to die twice, and that...why would you do that to yourself, right?"

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The familiar robotic voice greeted her, so Cristina turned her head in the direction it was coming from. She smiled at Quin. Her roommate had also suggested that they go out today. Cristina was hesitant, but perhaps fresh air would be good for them. She hated being kept inside anyways.

But before Cristina could reply to her roommate, she heard someone knocking on the door. She placed her sketchbook aside and stood up to walk to the door. Quin expected her to, which was understandable considering she was in a body that did not allow her to speak. I wonder who it could be.

She slowly turned the knob and opened the door. It was boy that she did not recognize. Who is he? Does he know Quin? Does he know what happened? How should I greet him? "Umm...Good morning..." she ended up saying. Cristina almost asked for his name, but she stopped herself. If he was acquainted with Quin it would have been incredibly awkward. She stood at the door waiting to see how the boy would respond.

 

Oh.
Olivia touched her cheek. The afternoon sun was bright, and this was not her room. Her skn did not feel as smooth. Her hands were rough and her hair short. She rubbed her eyes and looked around. Historics? What a love of Rome. She had certainly been here before.

All this time, she had been in the body of Ben.
Ack. What a terrible time for this to happen. That appointment with Elliot! It was just about to get wonderful. Or terrible. Perhaps both. But rigt now she had a terrible, terrible, headache. Did Ben always have these, or was it because of those events with the . . . crazy, supernatural lady?

At the time, Olivia would hardly believe it. But the e-mail was true, alas. Which meant that everything so far that would and will.happen is all true. Olivia pouted. At least the cops would stop looking for her.

First things first was to try and contact Ben. Was he in a dandy shape? Olivia hoped that if he was in her body he would treat it with respect, or that boy would be getting a saber to his backside. She slid her long legs to the edge of the bed and looked around for his phone.

Picking it up, she dialed her own phone. Ben would seitch with her, yes?
Please pick.up, please pick up.

While Olivia did all of this, she remained calm. Beyond the immediate panic that had grasped her soprano in the first wakes, she was able to settle herself.after all, when dealing with an issue such as this, she must stay calm. Ack. His joints felt so stiff compared to hers. Did this boy get any exercise?

While she waited, her mind drifted to the vernacular of one of the people at the table. It was familisr. All too familiar. But if he truly was here, whose body was he in? And how did he also get caught up in this e-mail nonsense?

Olivia rapped her thicker, bonier fingers against the mahogany bedstand.

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The very first thing that Cherno noticed was the colour that brigtened his world. Everyhing was sparking with life and hope, and it seems such a great relief from his dulled vision.
Vague answers. How expected. How typical. Cherno rose into his unrealistically brighgt world. It seemed false. Fake. He noticed that he was much shorter.his frame was lighter, his feet were delicate, his body young and feminine. Looking across the bedstand, where the white flower lay resting, it did not take him pong to realize he was in the body of Hyperborea.

But something felt off.
He could hear something, voices, views,hidden at the very back of his thougts, nagging him, almost like white noise. It seemed unnatural. It seemed as if the feeling did not belong here, in this world, or in this girl, and yet here it was, existing, yet just below the point of awareness.

As he walked over to the mirror, a headache wracked his small head. Even in this body, he could not get away. He pulled his rose cheeks. He widened his left eye with his scarless left hand. Cherno sighed.

He promised himself, he would change.
He would change for the sake of John and Hyperborea.
He would change for the sake of that lady Temperance.

He raised his head and closed his eyes, the cold December air tickling his nose, and with a swift moment of mental discipline. He killed his thoughts of doubt and fear and closed off his emotions for the day. Let him be monotone. Let him have no emotions, it would work better for him. Let the world be screwed to the edges of its grey corners.

But he slowly opened his eyes, aunable to hide his mild surprise.
It felt as if he had physically made a difference in his body. As if by magic, he was able to altr his own consciousness just abit, if not temporarily.

But magic of this sort did not exist. Was it perhaps Hyperborea's brain power?
Regardless.

He exited the room after changing clothe, having tied the white flower into his hair. It was time to get to his room and meet the Hyperborea in his body. Step one. Settle all of this, and gather as many others as possible.

And yet, as he entered the grea Heliocanthea with his petite form, his very eyes -- Hyperborea's that had once been lively and full, as if to show the body's original occupant, were now filled with Cherno's silent dullness, caring little about the colour that danced in his newfound vision.

 

"I was just thinking that if there's more of us, we should all gather, just to see who's in who's body. And to make up a good plan or something. I don't think staying apart would help anyone do anything."

Heidi nodded as she tossed the backpack over her shoulder. She glanced up at Altair with a half-smile. "In...in Zoey's room. . .there's Harley and Tyler. . .and. . .and someone in Casey's body. I. . .I don't know who though." She glanced back at the other boy and frowned. "You. . .you didn't say your name." She spoke rather accusatorily. Heidi didn't like the fact that someone could be in Altair's body and refrain from introducing himself. Itwas rude, but she didn't comment on it any further. Sticking together was best. Heidi felt strange, finally being able to think clearly for the first time in her life. There was no one to counter her thoughts or tell her she was wrong right of the bat. No one to criticize her or convince her of any wrong-doings.

She wondered what normal teenage girls dealt with. What did people do when they weren't marked for death? When they didn't have someone constantly berating their mind? She never had the ability to experience well, really anything, to be precise. Maybe. . .maybe this was her chance to finally experience some of those things, for however brief it may be.

 

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[ TUMBLR • OBSERVATION SUBJECTS • LATEST ]​

[ OOC : - ] • [ DAY : 23- 2/3 ]​

[ YOU • ME • NAMES • LINKS • HATRED ] • [ MOOD : NORMAL ]​

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xxxxxxxxxx After waiting for just a little while, the door was finally answered and he was looking at the questioning face of his cousin, " Umm . . . " she let out, and Harley raised an eyebrow, " Good morning . . . " Or not. This wasn't his cousin, he wasn't fooled by the looks and the pitch of voice. If this wasn't Kallisti, then where was she? He looked around her, stilling being taller and saw Cristina, the girl he had met on the train, the mute, sitting on the bed, peering curiously at him.

Her face turned red and she looked away; yep, that was Kallisti, not this girl in front of her. Though, if Kallisti was in Cristina's body, then that meant that Cristina was the girl standing in front of her. " Hey, Cristina, long time no see. " he said to Kallisti's body, " Do you mind if I come in? " She wasn't exactly in his way, so he went past her anyway, and sat on a chair that was next to Kallisti's bed, " I see you two have done the little switcher-roo. " he commented casually, and Kallisti seemed to glare at him.

Glares didn't look good coming from Cristina's face, he decided. How strange, though; Kallisti couldn't actually tell him anything. Did she use a device to talk? Had Cristina let her own? He wished that they could all get back to their own bodies. Sleeping with Heidi last night would have been a much better experience, he figured.

" Oh, sorry. " he said, sitting forward, " It's me, Harley. We met on the train, you and I. " he told Cristina, for she was probably confused since he was in Tyler's body, " Looks like I was right; roommates with my cousin. " Who seemed to be secretly glaring daggers at him at the moment, " How are you doing? " he asked her.

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The boy looked around her. What is he looking for? If he wasn't acquainted with Quin, then was he looking for Cristina? After looking around for a bit his attention went back to Cristina in Quin's body. "Hey, Cristina, long time no see. Do you mind if I come in? "

He knows?! Who exactly is he? The boy walked past her into her room. He didn't seem like he wanted to do any harm, so she didn't stop him. She was sort of shocked that he knew that she wasn't Quin, though. "I see you two have done the little switcher-roo." Was he a victim to the body-switching as well? Quin, in Cristina's body, was glaring at the boy, but it didn't seem hateful. It was definitely someone that she was familiar with. Cristina observed her own face, as Quin glared. Was that what she had looked like when she was arguing with Tamora? It was an odd expression. Maybe I shouldn't do that. The boy apologized as he sat down, "Oh, sorry. It's me, Harley. We met on the train, you and I."

Ahh, so it's Harley. Body switched as well, huh? So Quin and I aren't the only ones... "Looks like I was right; roommates with my cousin." Cristina smiled and nodded. She wondered if Quin smiled very often while she was around Harley. "How are you doing?" he asked.

"I-I'm doing well....except for the entire body swapping situation, of course," she replied. She was hesitant on replying. What does he think of me using Quin's voice? Does he think I'm taking advantage of this situation? Please don't. I don't want to... He seemed to care for his cousin a lot, after all. She looked over at Quin who was still glaring at Harley.

 

Alex woke up and first checked to see if anything had changed. Nope. Still in a different body. Great, just what am I gonna do now. Well, there was no use complaining about it. He simply got dressed and left to get some breakfast. While he was wanting to know where his body was, he wasn't going to spend everyday looking for it. He was just going to have to hope that he'd run into it during the day.

 

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xxxxxxxxxx " I - I'm doing well . . . " she said, and Harley found that she was nervous. Just because she was occupying Kallisti's body, it didn't mean that she could mask her emotions and feelings as well as his cousin could. " Except for the entire body-swapping situation, of course. " Ah, he hadn't expected her to tag on that last bit.

When he had found that Cristina was the one at the door, his first thought was whether or not she was enjoying having a voice. It seemed like she would, after all, it'd probably been a long time since she was able to speak for herself. Still . . . Having a voice, it didn't seem like she was enjoying it much at all. Why was that, he wondered? Because she was "cheating", because it wasn't her own? Because she had "stolen" someone else's voice? Likely reasons, if not all three of them.

" Do not antagonize her, Harley. " said a familiar cold and mechanical voice. Harley looked over at Kallisti-Cristina and sighed, a smile filling his face, " What are you doing here? " She couldn't sound threatening, make the mechanical voice sound threatening, but the vibrate look accompanying the voice was threatening.

He gave a laugh, " I only came to check on you. " he replied to her, and she seemed to internally huff, her face gaining a pink tint to it. He looked back at Cristina-Kallisti and his eyes trailed down to her legs.

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Oh.

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A pained look crossed his face, but it was only for a split-second and he was in hopes that neither Kallisti nor Cristina had noticed it. For a moment, there was the overwhelming feeling to put his head into his hands in shame; those marks meant to him what they meant to her: shame.

To break the quiet that had settled, Harley cleared his throat, looked away from the legs and back up at Cristina's face, " I hope I'm not treading on anything private, " he noted casually, betraying his inner shame and storm, " I was just wondering if I could steal Kallisti for a little while. Only if it's okay with you, that is. It is your body after all. " She would probably say yes, but it was always nice to ask. She might even want to come along, and Harley would get nothing done.

Not that he would really mind her.

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Bronagh had her eyes closed for a few minutes, only because she was thinking. She was still sitting at the table, despite being finished with her toast. She wanted to get her phone, but she wasn't sure if she had it in her pockets before the switch.​

After a long while she opened her eyes and looked over at Marina and spoke, "Can you check the right pocket in your pants to see if there is a key?"​

She almost cut herself off but continued the sentence, she watched Marina inspect her palm. Bronagh raised an eyebrow and questioned, "Um... may I ask what you are doing?"​

She recognized the boy, Theodore? Was awake and moving around. She didn't mean to disregard him. She was still recovering from her sudden vent to Marina. To acknowledge him though she waved at him, but she didn't look. She was still observing Marina and her hand observation.​