Apr. 22nd, 2014 at 7:02 PM
[ Replies will come from bodyswapping ]
[ He'd realized there was something wrong quickly enough when he'd woken up beside his wife that morning, but stepping into the bathroom and finding his mother-in-law looking back at him was another matter entirely. He rarely freaked out, these kinds of crazy things happened much too often to freak out, but...
But he couldn't frighten Deanna like this either. He needed a buffer, some space, a half hour to get his bearings and try and work out what to do about it all. Minute by minute the confusion and uncertainty had become worse. There was anger too, unfamiliar rage and shock and fear. Curiosity that wasn't his own. Then after that, stray thoughts. He tried to recoil from them, but there was nowhere to go, it reached him despite his best efforts. Half an hour turned into an hour. He tried to find a dark place, a corner he could retreat into, a safe place from the crush of unfamiliar empathy and foreign thoughts. He feared what Deanna's reaction would be, but common sense won out in the end. She was the only one who could ground him, help him, and he couldn't hide from her forever.
Reluctantly, he turned on his headset, and looked out from behind Lwaxana Troi's concerned black eyes. He'd wrapped a mauve coverlet around his shoulders as he left, and wore it still, pulled tight across his...her chest. He hadn't even found a shirt, so horrified had he been by the transformation; he regretted that now. ]
Deanna, are you there?
[ He'd realized there was something wrong quickly enough when he'd woken up beside his wife that morning, but stepping into the bathroom and finding his mother-in-law looking back at him was another matter entirely. He rarely freaked out, these kinds of crazy things happened much too often to freak out, but...
But he couldn't frighten Deanna like this either. He needed a buffer, some space, a half hour to get his bearings and try and work out what to do about it all. Minute by minute the confusion and uncertainty had become worse. There was anger too, unfamiliar rage and shock and fear. Curiosity that wasn't his own. Then after that, stray thoughts. He tried to recoil from them, but there was nowhere to go, it reached him despite his best efforts. Half an hour turned into an hour. He tried to find a dark place, a corner he could retreat into, a safe place from the crush of unfamiliar empathy and foreign thoughts. He feared what Deanna's reaction would be, but common sense won out in the end. She was the only one who could ground him, help him, and he couldn't hide from her forever.
Reluctantly, he turned on his headset, and looked out from behind Lwaxana Troi's concerned black eyes. He'd wrapped a mauve coverlet around his shoulders as he left, and wore it still, pulled tight across his...her chest. He hadn't even found a shirt, so horrified had he been by the transformation; he regretted that now. ]
Deanna, are you there?