John Mitchell (being_mitchell) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-08-08 21:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, john mitchell, mavis dracula |
Who: Mitchell and Mavis Dracula
When: Backdated: Sunday, August 4th. Around eleven in the moring
Where: Baxter Bakery
What: Just swapping bodies. The usual.
Rating: Family Friendly
Status: Complete
Mitchell had no idea what was going on. One minute he’d been talking to Mavis and the next...well the next he was looking at himself and he was Mavis. How he was Mavis, he didn’t know. With the dreams he’d had recently, Mitchell had wanted to talk to someone who understood what it was like to dream about being a vampire and Mavis was his only friend who had gone through any of that. Normally, he would have gone to her place or they would have gotten together after the sun went down since Mavis couldn’t be out in the sun, but they had decided to meet at Baxter Bakery for a quick brunch and Mavis had assured him that with a black umbrella, she would be fine. Although, now she was him and he was her and Mitchell had no idea what was going on.
It shouldn’t have been possible, but then again, there were a lot of things that had happened in the OC that shouldn’t have been possible yet they were.
Mavis had shaded herself with the umbrella to get from the car to the cafe--she’d finally gained enough confidence to start using her international driver’s license--and then claimed a sheltered booth, away from the windows. Things had been going well, and then suddenly, in the space of a blink, she was staring at her own face.
“I...what...?” she stammered, raising a hand, and blinking at the sound of Mitchell’s voice speaking her words. What had just happened? “I feel dizzy.”
It was almost like looking in a mirror except that it wasn’t at all. Mitchell stared across the table at himself, eyes wide, he realized that if he was looking at his body then that meant he must have been in Mavis’. How it was possible, he had no idea, “Did we just...” If hearing his accent from the other side was strange, hearing Mavis’ voice when he spoke was even stranger. He stared across at his body for a moment or two before glancing around the shop, needing to figure out if this was just affecting him and Mavis or if anyone else was having a spontaneous case of body swapping.
“I don’t even know.” Mavis ran a hand over her face, and then kept rubbing, momentarily distracted by the faint feel of stubble on her chin. So strange! She pulled herself back to the present, though she was still a bit disoriented. “Did my eyes turn red, or anything?”
She didn’t think she could hypnotize someone into thinking they’d switched bodies, but she didn’t really know. She’d never tried to use that power.
As Mavis spoke again, Mitchell brought his attention back to her and shook his head, “Not that I remember.” Mitchell still hadn’t gotten anything from the dreams aside from his eyes being sensitive to the sun and them occasionally turning black, so he definitely hadn’t done this. “If neither of us did this then it can’t just be us.” Recalling where they lived and what sort of crazy stuff went on there, he figured that, that had to explain what was going on.
“Should we check the net?” Mavis asked, feeling in her pocket for her phone, and realizing that she was wearing Mitchell’s clothes, which were on Mitchell’s body, so she didn’t have her phone. “See if it’s happening to anybody else, or if they have any ideas what’s going on?” She couldn’t get over the sound and feel of his voice coming from her throat.
“That might be a good idea,” Mitchell watched himself search for his phone and smirked, “Hey now, no feeling my body up.” He smirked, which was probably strange for Mavis, to see herself smirk wickedly. He couldn’t help it though; if they were going to keep from freaking out, he needed to joke around, “Where’s your phone? Mine is in my front pocket.” He didn’t want to go searching through Mavis’ stuff without her permission.
Mavis felt herself blush, even as she slipped her hands into Mitchell’s pockets to find his phone, and set it on the table between them. “Hoodie, right hand side,” she said. Even in the summer, she dressed in layers, to keep off the sun. It beat being locked in a coffin all day. “If we’re stuck like this for any length of time, we might not be able to help feeling each other up.”
Or seeing each other naked.
Mitchell retrieved the phone from where Mavis had told him it was and placed hers on the table next to his, but didn’t move to grab it just yet as his mind went to the exact same place hers just had, “This is going to be a tad bit awkward, isn’t it?” He was also wondering what exactly Annie was going to think. They weren’t a couple or anything, but there was no doubt about the fact that they were attracted to each other and anyone paying attention at his party, not too long ago, might have seen them kissing out on the dancefloor.
It occurred to him after that, that Mavis was actually a vampire now. His eyes flicked up from where he’d been looking at the two phones, up to Mavis’, his eyes, “When was the last time you fed?” The last thing he needed was to not be able to control himself around other people.
“Just a tad,” Mavis agreed, offering a wry smile. She wondered what Match would think. Not that she would try anything with her new boyfriend in Mitchell’s body--she hadn’t really even crossed that bridge in her own. But they had more important things to worry about.
“I took a dose right before I left the house to come here,” she said, glancing at their phones to see what time it was. “Dr. Magius has me on a controlled regimen. Almost like you’d treat a diabetic with insulin. I carry a syringe with me for emergencies, but most of my supply is at home, so we’ll need to pick that up, and I can print you a copy of my instructions. Also, don’t wear silver jewelry, or try to eat anything too garlicky.”
Mitchell nodded as he listened to Mavis, still finding it strange to hear his voice being spoken at him, “So, you don’t drink it?” After all the dreams Mitchell had, had about being a vampire that seemed so strange to him especially after having woken up from a few of his dreams with the taste of blood in his mouth. “Right. No garlic or silver. You’re going to want to wear those sunglasses when you’re outside.” That was still the only bleed over, aside from his eyes turning black every now and then, from his dreams.
“I could. Drinking a vial of chilled blood doesn’t give you the same...power-trip as biting into a vein, but I really don’t like the taste of raw steak and pennies,” she said. She nodded, and tapped her temple, and then pointed at Mitchell’s head. She had a pair of sunglasses of her own, that he would probably want to use, to supplement the umbrella’s shade. “Oh!” She clapped a hand over her open mouth, facepalming a little. “Careful of the fangs. The can get a little sensitive when you’re hungry. Or horny.”
Mitchell nodded as he listened to Mavis and couldn’t help but chuckle, which came out as more of a giggle, when she mentioned the fangs, “I’ll keep that in mind.” He ran a hand through his hair, which felt strange since it was shorter and straighter than he was used to, “We should probably go explain all this to my housemate.” Mitchell had been dreaming about being a vampire for months now, actually being one was going to take a little getting used to, but at the same time, it was going to give him some practice for when and if he actually transitioned later on.
Mavis smiled. Looking at Mitchell in her body was the closest she’d come to seeing herself in a mirror in months. Cameras could still capture her image, for some strange reason--or at least they had when she’d first changed--but she had a sneaking suspicion that as she got more powerful, they might not work anymore. Time would tell.
“Yeah,” she said, “We probably should. I’ll bring the blood kit around later, you can still eat like normal in the meantime. What about work?”
“I’ve been working on my album from home, so there’s no one we’ll need to explain this to on my end. What about you? You work for people on Valarnet, right?” Mitchell was glad that they didn’t have too many people to explain this to and those that they did need to explain it to were used to these strange events.
“I do,” she said, “Thank goodness.” Neither Audrey nor Mr. Frost would be particularly bothered if she showed up to work in drag. “And don’t worry, I won’t try anything with my boyfriend while I’m in your body.” That would be just too weird.
He laughed and finally reached for his phone from the middle of the table before getting to his feet, which was another thing he was going to have to get used to; the fact that he was now shorter than usual, “I haven’t been this short in a long time."
"I make up for it with my ability to defy gravity," Mavis quipped, bouncing on he balls of her feet to test Mitchell's center of balance as she stood. The only way she had ever been that tall was by levitating. She pocketed her phone, and smirked. "I'll ty not to give your head a concussion."