[Open RP] The Great Mass Mind Swap

[swap-minds4fun.livejournal.com]

Mentok's been doing some thinking since coming here.

Sure, he's on sabbatical from judging. And he's in a city (hell, a country) where he doesn't have a criminal record.

Maybe he could do some villainy here.

More fun villainy, though, he doesn't have the drive to try something like taking over the world.

Speaking of...

He hovered in the Great Hall. He grasped around for minds, and many of them.

"Eeeny. Meenie. Miney. MINDSWAP!"

[[OOC: Master List here.]]

[[OOC PT 2: The mind swapping is within a 20 feet radius of the Great Hall.]]

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[vislor-turlough.livejournal.com]

Turlough was just about to go for his weekly gathering of food, so he didn't have to interact with people on any sort of extended basis.

Which is why it surprised him to be in a completely different part of the castle a blink later.

And come to think of it, was he wearing robes?

He didn't think so. And what reflection he could get from a suit of armor showed dark hair.

Oh boy. He's in someone else's body, isn't he.

[spiderthatwaits.livejournal.com]

In a nearby hallway Selvetarm stared at his suddenly-blanched hands, then darted to the nearest stairs down in an impulsive search for his first suspect for a trick like this.

Seconds later there came a shout, of a pitch unfamiliar to his ears (but his ears, too, seemed to be hearing differently) and consisting of incoherent curses in Abyssal and High Drow, as he discovered his sudden "blindness" - an entirely human lack of darkvision - in the ill-lit stairwell and corridor beyond.

Minutes later what appeared to be a young male human could be seen stumbling into the Great Hall, staying close to the walls, making chittering noises to whatever spiders might be nearby while lugging a greatsword he'd "liberated" from a suit of armor. The sword looked like it could double as a bludgeon; no substitute for his mace but it would do. So far he hadn't noticed his relative good fortune regarding the strength of his new body as opposed to its appearance; he only noticed that he wasn't nearly as strong as he was used to being and this angered him further.

Someone else's head, he'd decided, probably Vhaeraun's, was going to roll.

[maskedlord.livejournal.com]

Vhaeraun casually strolled by the Great Hall. He had one of those strange feelings something remotely entertaining would happen, and decided to at least go over and maybe grab one of these cupcake concoctions he had developed a taste for.

He had entered the Great Hall, noticing nothing too out of the ordinary before grabbing the cocoa pastry with vanilla frosting and some purple sugar sprinkled over the top.

He walked from the Hall to notice people around him acting out of sorts. Maybe this was what he was waiting for. He kept a safe distance to the side of the hallway, licking the frosting on his cupcake and observing. The sight of a young human in casual clothing wielding greatsword was a bit curious.

[spiderthatwaits.livejournal.com]

There he was. Selvetarm made for him, out into another hall, hefting the sword best as he could.

"You," he hissed in the drow tongue. "You treacherous-" He'd gotten out of practice. And shared ancestry, alas, rather cut down on the pool of potential insults. He gave in to temptation, inaccurate as the recently-learned epithet probably was. "-motherfucker!"

[ringo-raver.livejournal.com]

Ryuk was in his corner eating his apples, about to bite down when suddenly...

"My apple!"

And his voice was higher pitched than usual...and weren't those hands...human.

"Huh. So I'm human now?" He looked down. "And female? Who's idea was that?"

[misoramassacre.livejournal.com]

She nearly tripped several times, adapting to the different frame with the center of gravity and missing/added appendages and such, and tried to collect herself (as well as not contemplate those additions and absences too hard). All right. This was not where she'd been sitting a second ago.

She made for the Gryffindor table, looking for her seat. She found it, with her body occupying it, and someone else apparently occupying her, and it was all she could do not to freeze. Instead she drew closer, expression an open book.

[ringo-raver.livejournal.com]

Ryuk was discovering, much to his disappointment, that humans cannot go through things.

"Aw, come on! How am I supposed to go anywhere when I can't go through walls? And where did all my apples go?"

He noticed someone eying him. "Hey. You haven't seen anyone creepy looking around, have you? That's my body and he's got my apples."

He swayed a bit, unused to the shorter but more stout (compared to him anyway) frame.

[tako-time.livejournal.com]

So this was what hands were all about. Humans were so lucky!

Tako-now-Matt was waving his hands around. Who cared how he had gotten them? Hands! Fingers! Feet! Toes!

Ooooooh, he'd never seen toes up close before! Stripping the shoes off of his new body, Tako pulled his foot up to his face and peered at his toes. Giving them a good sniff (With his nose! He had a nose!), he decided that maybe they weren't half bad.

Toes! Fingers! This day was fantastic!

((Third time's the charm.))

[woocha.livejournal.com]

Wishbone was rather rudely awakened from his dream by stumbling over his own feet. Or rather Dieter's feet, as he was now in Dieter's body.

"Cool! I'm human again!"

And naked. Well, his towel's nearby, but Wishbone's a dog. Clothes aren't high on his priority list. Unless he's picturing himself in a story.

He DID remember to pick up his towel, though, and dragged it along as he spotted Matt, or who he thinks is Matt.

"Matt! Look! I'm human again!"

[tako-time.livejournal.com]

Tako was too busy making pop pop pop pop sound effects with his new lips to really pay much attention at first. The man's nudity didn't bother him at all, because human anatomy was all just a blur to him.

"Oh, hi!" he looked behind him for the person Wishbone must have been talking to. There was no body there. "Were you talking to me?"

He threw in a few extra pops, hoping that it was just something people did, and would go unnoticed. It was fun!

[gamerspy.livejournal.com]

Matt's made the perfectly natural assumption that if he's in one body, that person must be in his.

So when he sees his body in the Great Hall he heads straight for it. (A little awkwardly, since he's decided to keep the geta on.)

"Kusu, dude, I don't know how I didn't notice this before but you wear purple nail polish and wooden high-heels. Give me my body back."

The fact that he's speaking in Kusuriyuri's low, level voice doesn't help things one bit.

[woocha.livejournal.com]

Okay, this is Matt. He asked for his body back, therefore this must be Matt.

"Matt! Matt! Look! I'm a person again!"

Note that he's still pretty much naked, the towel's on the floor.

[tako-time.livejournal.com]

"Kusu to you, too!" Tako said, repeating the man's strange greeting.

He looked at his own feet, now short one shoe. "I'm pretty sure these aren't high heels," he said. "But if that's what people wear, I can go find some."

[sidney-reilly.livejournal.com]

A strange sensation came over Reilly as he carried his cup of tea to a table. He shook his head and blinked, and when he opened his eyes he found himself staring at one of the paving stones. He lifted his head from his paws and shook it -

Wait. Wait, what? Paws?

He rose awkwardly to his feet - all four of them - and twisted around to look at himself, ending up chasing his own tail.

I've been called a dog many times, but really, this is ridiculous, he said aloud. Unfortunately, it came out sounding more like "Woof."

[x-dawnstar-x.livejournal.com]

Dawnstar was settled in at a table eating a salad. As always, her tracking power hummed along in low gear, a buzz in the back of her mind of students' energy signatures, waiting to be brought to the front of her consciousness and identified. She ignored it while she ate, until for a split-second some of the signals seemed to blink -

- and then Dawnstar was blind.

Oh, not literally blind; her eyes were just fine. But her tracking sense was utterly silent, and the disorientation of not knowing where she was made her stumble a step or two.

Recovering was a bit difficult, since she was now a good bit taller. And the hands she saw in front of her were longer, thicker and paler than her own. She shrugged her shoulders; no wings.

"Great Spirit," she muttered, in a definitely male voice. "If this is some experiment of Brainiac 5's gone wrong, so help me..."

[vislor-turlough.livejournal.com]

Great. He is in someone else's body.

If not, then why is he there.

"You. Out of my body. Now."

[x-dawnstar-x.livejournal.com]

"Delighted. Got a clue how I do that?" Dawnstar snapped back. "And if this is your body, then where the sprock is MY body, please tell me?"

She looked at her/his hands. "Erm. Who are you? Or, am I? "

[ijk-mno.livejournal.com]

"WHAT?"

Dawnstar may recognize her own voice, raised in a certain amount of near-panic, from a few tables over. She's sitting sprawled on the floor, surrounded by broken china.

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

Kusuriyuri had paused by the great hall on his way out to the grounds. Recent activities of his left him hungrier than normal and he was considering a meal before he went out to compare the book A had given him to the local flora that he had not been able to identify. A wave of illness swept over him, leaving him weaker than he could remember being. Everything felt off. He looked down and the very shape of his body was wrong. His hands were different as well. Gone were the kimono, his claws, replaced by the western garb he'd seen around the school and short, stubby fingers. He himself was now rather more portly than he had been mere seconds before.

He took a step, finding himself wobbling on the flat shoes and with the altered shape of his body. He tried to extend his senses out, to feel for any malicious spirits. He couldn't feel past the skin that now covered him.

Very softly, he hissed, "Kuso."

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

I was giving myself a break from the library and studying the charms that I'd skipped over because everything had gone to hell. And, since 'man may not live by chocolate alone,' I went to the great hall.

There was something weird, though. As I walked through the door, everything changed. My perspective changed, became higher by about 15 centimeters. I glanced down. "The fuck?" These aren't my clothes. They're some old government agent's clothes, and as uncomfortable as they look.

"What the fuck is going on?" I demand, my voice sounding wrong. "I didn't eat anything."

[gamerspy.livejournal.com]

"Hah! Take that, Ratchet, you giant metal fu--"

Matt blinks. Suddenly, he's not playing Decepticons on the DS. Instead, he's looking down at a pair of slender, claw-like hands with what appear to be long purple fingernails. He's also inside the Great Hall.

"What the shit." His voice is different, too: low, quiet, like he can barely speak above a murmur. He takes a step forward, and between the four-inch geta and the long kimono almost trips over.

"What the actual shit?!"

[spiderthatwaits.livejournal.com]

Selvetarm looked up and over from his perusal of the nearby wall (the house elves were far too good at cleaning, not one spider so far and his power to call them up felt stunted), instinctively raising the sword.

"That's not... your body, is it?" Maybe it wasn't just him. This did not translate for him into "maybe Vhaeraun didn't do it" but rather "Vhaeraun is doing it to more people."

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

Kusuriyuri sees his body lurching around. He carefully makes his way over. "Excuse me, is this your body?" he asks while gesturing to his newly acquired body. Perhaps it is just a fluke and a simple change. Though, the question them becomes, how to correct it?

[ijk-mno.livejournal.com]

The first thing that hits are the crazy-enhanced senses. They're powerful enough to knock L straight of his- her?- chair. A teacup goes flying, and there's a distinctly feminine yelp of pain, as L lands badly on one of the wings that wasn't there a moment ago.

She can just remain flat on the floor for a minute or two.

[methleigh.livejournal.com]

Severus was stalking along the corridor, a frown creased his forehead, drawing the corners of his mouth firmly downward. His black robes billowed giving volume to his tight gaunt form. Where were the students who had filled the hospital during his student days, his days as potion-master? Youths could not have changed so much as that, or was this truly the world where he had woken... Popcorn indeed. He had been popcorn. He was offended.

Some pressure was building suddenly in his stomach again and he frowned more deeply still, not especially looking forward to a pain draught. The world lurched and he was suddenly... waddling, clutching... a big red purse, and... a cheerful voice boomed congenially from his belly.

One day, in Hogwartstubbyland, Severus Snape acquired a cheerful new Teletubby body!

He jumped, but it was really a heavy sort of skip, and he tried to recoil, but found he was hugging himself. Where is that sound coming from? And exactly who is responsible for perpetrating this travesty? But the sound that actually came from his... wide... mouth was "whew ith that thound coming fwom? An' zactly who ith wethponthible fow pewpetwating thith twavethty?"

Severus is questioning himself! announced his belly at once.

Severus put his hand hurriedly over his mouth, but it seemed to be clothed in a floppy mitten, or... He began backing as quickly as he could towards the hospital wing. He had to create an antidote. He wasn't sure what had happened, but he needed an antidote at once.