MarinaNova Asylum

[You know the phrase about waking up on the wrong side of the bed? Well, today you wake up exactly where you planned to, just not how you planned to. Taller, blonder, now with dangerous and unpredictable powers? So maybe the phrase about not feeling comfortable in your own skin applies more today. After all, it's not exactly your skin is it?]

(OOC: Use this mingle to run into people anywhere in the dome. Body swap info.)

[It was the heaviness Kitty noticed first before her eyes were even open. At least waking up in Ton Phanan's body is a pretty good distraction against the pain she normally feels when she wakes up to find Reid went out to sleep on the couch again or even that thread of panic she tries to deny where she fears maybe he disappeared again instead. But this morning is all about figuring out what's going on and damage control. She starts by listening to the vague daypost.]

[Video | Private to Ton]
Stop touching my boobs. [The voice sounds and feels very wrong to her. She even clears her throat, but it doesn't change anything.]

[Voice | Private to Reid]
Hey. We have a situation. [She keeps her voice low since he's likely in the next room. She really wishes these things would text suddenly.]

[And a little later...]

[Voice | Open to everyone]
You've probably already noticed something strange going on. I want to get a head count here. Who is affected? Who isn't? Anyone in danger with this? Let me know and we can get the force working on it.

Oh, and this isn't Ton.

[Action | Open]
[It takes awhile before she's ready to test the new body out elsewhere but she isn't going to stay cooped up all day either. There's bound to be some chaos and she needs to do what she can...without her powers. And why are his wrists too large for her claws?]

[Video]
[There's a pause before he speaks because he knows it's not going to be his voice and that's going to be weird again.] Hi. [Yep. It's weird.]

I was wondering if anyone recognizes me?

...Am I invisible? [Sam would recognize himself as previous inmate, Angel, except there's no reflection when he looks into mirrors. And voices are distorted when you hear them inside your own head.]

[Action]
[It won't take long before he realizes the hunger he feels isn't going to be sated with a salad. He can go one day without blood, right? It's not like he hasn't craved it before—demon flavored in that case, but still blood. He just needs to stay away from people. Easier said than done though. He needs to at least go put a class is cancelled sign on the room where they meet for Paranormal Studies which means a lot of walking across the dome and smelling everything.]

[It looks like Kitty on the video screen, but the actions are very out of character since she is currently phasing her hand through everything she can reach; a plate, a book, the tarantula cage on the desk. She tries to phase through her own head and ends up smacking herself in the face. The smirk that follows is one that should be very recognizable to anyone who knows Ton Phanan.]

Hey, does this mean I get to be in charge of the Defense Force? I've always loved the idea of minions. My first order is that you should all were silly hats.

Closed to Inara

He'd slept poorly that night and was less than pleased about waking up in the morning. But perhaps it'd be best if he got out of bed. He rolled over a second and caught sight of an arm. A slender arm. An arm that didn't belong to him. As Mal sat up, long dark hair cascaded over his bare shoulders. This ain't right he thought to himself as he stumbled over to a mirror - his trousers being much too large for him. One look in the mirror told him all he needed to know. He let out a string of curses in Mandarin loud enough to wake up his neighbor next door.

Open to All
Being a woman is tough when you ain't used to bein' one. Skirts are stupid. Shoes are stupid. Hair is stupid. Mal hates it all. Not to mention the amount of soap he'd been forced to use to clean. Now he smelled funny. And he tripped. Again. It was going to be a long day.

[ it's hard to get up; it's such a consistent feeling to elena that by now it's no news. every day is like this: she opens her eyes, remembers what and who and where she is, and gets out of bed.

this morning is different. she can sense it the moment after her eyes open, after she stares at the ceiling for those few blinks to ready herself. she doesn't think too much of it, simply pulls in a breath and mentally shakes herself, pulls the covers off and moves to sit. that's when she sees her hand - not her hand.

her breath shallows and panic overcomes her. when she gathers herself to do the logical thing - to run to the bathroom mirror and look into it - she finally recognizes the face staring back at her.

but she's in her room, wearing the same clothes. her unfamiliar hands touch and grasp the belly of her shirt. (this isn't her body.) anger and upset fills her. this has to be some kind of new joke or mishap - that's when she rushes to her bedside to pick up her communicator and listen to the morning announcement.

of course.

then she contacts martha, startling only slightly at the sound of her - martha's voice - connecting the line. she nearly chooses video, but starts off with voice instead. she doesn't want to startle the other woman if she is just waking up. ]

Martha? It's - it's Elena. I think, uhm. The wardens are conducting another experiment. I'm in your body.

Jack wakes slowly, as if he's battling his body's instincts to do so. He's snuggled against Ianto, who feels really warm and smells really good. He makes a low, contented sound in the base of his throat and starts rubbing cheek and lips over that warm, fragrant skin, eyes still closed, just enjoying the lingering heaviness of sleep and the intimacy of Ianto's closeness.

Something feels off, but he can't put his finger on it and Ianto smells good enough that he's really not bothering to think about it yet.

Good morning, inmates. Today is day [ 268 ] of the first generation. The weather scheduled for today is [ sunny with light breezes ].

In an effort to explore [ organic idioms ] we are running a special event for the duration of the day, centered around the emotion known as [ empathy ] and [ footwear ]. We appreciate your cooperation.

Have a nice day.

[ And like always, we end this message with a jaunty tune! You're welcome. ]

(OOC: This kicks off the body swap event! More information can be found HEREKiosk requests will be handled by Conscienti unless otherwise requested! Mail submissions go here! )