MarinaNova Asylum

Welcome to day 357. You may be experiencing some mild inconsistencies with the dimensional stabilizer. We will address the situation in due time. Do your best to adapt until then. Or take solace in knowing people are never who you expect them to be anyway, so this isn't all that different really.

[And enjoy this appropriately themed song playing Veridical's announcement out.]

(OOC: Kiosk requests will be handled by Veridical unless otherwise requested. Warden request post | Mail submissions

MIND/BODY SWAP EVENT INFO)

[Everything may be a bit topsy turvy today. Maybe you lost your head. Maybe you lost everything else. Or maybe you're perfectly you and it's just your friends and neighbors who don't make any sense.

Good luck going out and about to figure out your new surroundings.]

(MIND/BODY SWAP EVENT INFO)

[The video turns on while Yuuri is still mid-freak out. This is only fitting because he may well be freaking out for the remainder of this body swap.

Which means the face you're seeing and voice you're hearing is not Yuuri's. It normally belongs to Aigis. He's just the very unhappy renter.]

I'm a girl! I'm a girl robot! I'm a girl robot without feet! Who took my body!?

[BOOM! BOOM! His dresser bites the dust, and his eyes are as expressively horrified as his robot-form can manage.]

I HAVE GUN HANDS! WHY DO I HAVE GUN HANDS?!


(OOC: Action also open. For probably inadvisable reasons he eventually leaves the apartment in the "hand" gun-toting body!)

[That awkward moment when you wake up and scratch your chest and nothing is as it should be. It's impressive how the prison finds ways of increasing the weird even in a life like Sam's. So impressive he manages to forget to actually hit the private button when making his frantic call.]

Chuck! We have a problem.

[Why is his voice so high while he's so short? How do people live like this? Why didn't he put a shirt on first or make a voice call? All good questions, but you try waking up as a girl and see how you react. Luckily for actual Chuck, the video is cropped just above the area where the censors would need to get involved if the prison had censors.]


(OOC: Feel free to catch him in action mode too! He will be very covered up by then.)

[Closed to Nico and Yuuri]

[Its probably a good thing Kanji is not in his own body because the nosebleed he would have gotten when he woke up and looked in the mirror to see Naoto Shirogane looking sleepy and adorable in the t-shirt and boxers he went to bed in last night would probably have killed him. Luckily he gets to skip the nosebleed explosion and go right into the type of panic mode reserved specifically for a sexually confused teenage boy suddenly in the body of his equally gender confusing crush. There's a lot of flailing and screaming and then more yelling then he realizes his giant clothes sure as hell do not stay up on her tiny body and this is bad it is so so bad.

Okay, first things first. Clothes. He's not going to be able to make it out to the store without his boxers falling off but he can clutch at them and scamper down the hall to bang on his neighbors door because Nico's like about this size, right? He can borrow clothes. Or pants anyway because he has no idea what to do about his chest beyond trying so hard not to think about it because these are just... They're just so... Shit Rise was not lying about her measurements okay how does she even hide these things when she's in her boys school uniform it doesn't make any sense. Don't think about it, don't think about the boobs just knock on the door and try not to panic.]

Nico? Yuuri?

[Wow he even talks like her he didn't yell or say yo or just barge in what is happening oh God don't look down at her giant awesome boobs focus Kanji focus.]

[Open]

[Later, clothes situation resolved one way or another he will be out and about in the dome experiencing what it's like to be tiny. And still trying to ignore the girl parts he hasn't figured out how to hide the way she usually does when she's dressing as a boy.]

[Mal looks... happy and cocky... and generally not at all as angry as he has been lately. And then he opens his mouth.]

Stand back everyone, nothing here to see!
Just imminent danger and in the middle of it ME!
Captain Hammer's here hair swaying in the breeze,
The day needs my saving expertise!

[Yes... he really did just sing that...]

Who's the nefarious plotter who brought me to this prison... and where's my darling Penny? Is Dr. Horrible behind this?

[It was all wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong. The kind of wrong you know in your bones, the wrongness of blasphemy and perversion, the embodiment of everything against all good sense and logic and taste.]

[Caliborn woke up in a strange place, and his blood was green.]

[It didn't take long to figure out that he was, somehow, occupying his dead sister's lime-addled brain. What took longer was figuring out what to do about it—other than to follow the old instinct of completely trashing her things. He may be somewhere strange and he may not know a single thing about what's going on, but ruining Calliope's life is a downright nostalgic comfort.]

[It's that same comfort that he latches onto when he finds and figures out the communicator, hears a bunch of humans (and robots??) whining about something unimportant, and clears his throat to do his best Calliope impression.]

[It's awful, frankly. Anyone who has met Calliope in person knows she doesn't smirk like this, and even if you haven't, Calliope's voice isn't so—well, harsh and stilted. Every word spat out to mock, or with absurd pauses for emphasis.]

Oh, boo-hoo! Dearie me. I am sooooooo. Ugly.

I forgot how ugly I was? It's been so long since I looked at me. In the face. I even cracked my mirror?

[Caliborn flips the communicator around to show that yes, indeed, he broke a mirror. The astute and detail-oriented viewer might catch the mirror reflecting other broken things in the background, but he doesn't linger on it for long. He brings it back to his face.]

So. Who here has a cure for this condition. Of being. An "Ugly Bitch."

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((Replies will come from bloodswapped!))

Action – closed to Ianto

It's not the first time Jack's woken in a body that's not his own, and it probably won't be the last. It still throws him completely, mostly because when he rolls over into Ianto he can't figure out why there's hair flopping across his face. He's never worn his hair long enough for that – and it's never been brown and wavy before, either. He looks down at the arm he's flung across Ianto. It's a lot skinnier than it normally is. Actually, his whole body feels a lot thinner, and weaker, and just generally weird. He rolls back away from Ianto with a very uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach, and heads for the mirror.

"Well. At least I'm not Spike this time."

And oh god, his voice!


Video – closed to Reid

Reid? Please tell me you have my body!


Open video

[Jack looks like Reid today. It's weird.]

Okay, just so everyone's aware, this is Jack. You need me today – hopefully only for today! – this is what I look like.


((OOC: I'll be giving him an open action thread in the mingle if you want to bump into him in (Reid's) person!))

[ Hey ladieees and some of the dudes, let's not forget about them. How would you like the tallest, most shirtless moose in the world gracing your screens this lovely morning, all fresh from the shower, water still glistening on his pecs. He fixes the camera with a cocky smirk. ]

Sam, this makes us even.

[ So maybe this is revenge porn a little bit. ]

Totally unrelated, but — how do you feel about someone else being in the driver's seat of your body? Or being in charge of someone else's, I guess. Is it okay to do a little, uh. Manscaping?

[ He notices that something is amiss before he even wakes up. He's sleeping on something strangely soft. It has too much give, too much silky smoothness and nothing here smells like animals and wood fire. The rest is kind of a blur of realisations - a warm body next to him, no clothes to be seen, bright smooth walls and strange things he can't even think of a name of and oh god he's so hairless and what happened to his ears!?

Scrambling rather ridiculously over the edge of the bed, Aidan makes an incoherent noise of surprise and terror. What the actual hell. ]

[ So, this is an unusual morning. Nearly as unusual as finding a dead body in Chance's bed but that's only because he hasn't discovered that he's the dead body yet. Funny how you don't think about things like breathing or heartbeats when your body just take care of all that on its own, most days.

This is not Chance's apartment. This is not his couch or his clothes or anything else that he recognizes so needless to say, his distinctly american voice is a bit on the panicked side when he finally addresses the network. ]

Chance? Chance! What the fuck did you do?