Midnight, April 1, Stephen and River's quarters

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((Rated PG-13 to R for nudity and whatever else may ensue.))

( Does the body rule the mind or does the mind rule the body? / I dunno )

It's Midnight - Do you know where your Body is? (Open RP to whoever sees Jayne (Anne))

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((Rated PG-13 for awkward sexuality, and perhaps some bloodshed. Eventually.))
( The cult of Ryuuji )

Don't Panic... Don't Panic... Don't Panic

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Near midnight Ford had been in the Ravenclaw common room/bar reading a book and having a drink (or perhaps several drinks, depending on how interesting the book turned out to be). This had become something of a ritual for him, at least on nights when there was nothing more exciting to do. He had managed to taste-test most of the bar's offerings, including magical libations he had never heard of before. He found that fire-whiskey was far better than it sounded, elf-made wine far worse, that the pirate's rum actually tasted of the tropics and the open seas, and that Telosian Ale packed almost as much disorientation per ounce as the cheapest Ole Janx Spirit.

At least, he assumed it was due to the Telosian Ale that he suddenly found himself sprawled on a couch in the library with absolutely no recollection of how he had got there or why there was a lit cigarette in his hand.

I don't smoke, he thought to himself, looking at the object in his hand. Then he looked at the hand. Wait a minute, that's not my hand. These aren't my clothes either... and the body in them doesn't seem too familiar. What the hell is going on here?

He caught sight of his reflection in one of the library's glass cases, only it wasn't his reflection - he found himself looking at the disheveled visage of Bernard Black.

Ford sighed and took a drag of the cigarette. "Let me guess, an improbability factor of 8,869,704 to 1 against?"

2 Hours Into The Day Of Fools [ Terry-in-Ron (open to Paul-in-Puppet)]

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Midnight wasn't terribly late for someone under the classification of 'Night-time hero'. There'd been plenty of times that Terry had been home in bed by ten or eleven only to sneak out again for something important. Or times when Bruce had had to call and say he'd fallen asleep at the manor and could he spent the night, because whatever was happening kept normal evildoer business hours; between midnight and five in the morning.

He was staring at some books he'd gotten from the library about the classes he'd signed up for so far. He knew magic existed here, he'd seen it, felt it. But there was just hesitancy he couldn't get over in terms of how it applied to him. So he studied, using all the research skills that had managed to stick and wishing he'd paid more attention. Although he now missed the net more than he could ever say and writing notes out by hand led to cramps.

Terry was up at midnight, wide away, biting his bottom lip, trying to make heads and tails out of Charms. And yet, waking up blearily under covers, with a soft pillow under his head and a definite sense of having been asleep for a few hours wasn't as confusing as it should have been.

He scrubbed at his face with one hand, trying to remember if he'd given up and gone to bed and then frowning at the feel of something soft against his cheeks. Terry wiggled his fingers. He opened his eyes, but everything was kind of hazy as if his body simply didn't want to wake up and didn't understand why he wasn't still asleep.

Was that a mitten ?

Open to any Ravenclaws but aimed at eventually getting to Mai's room XD

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Ryuuji had been reading. Emphasis being on had.

See, one moment he'd been calmly curled up on his windowseat, reading "The Beauty Myth" for the thousandth time, and the next moment, he, well, wasn't.

Instead, he was in a bed. Not his bed. And he was sure that teleportation just didn't work in Hogwarts, so what was that about?

Sitting up, he glanced around the room quizzically, and blinked. Blues. Lots of them. Right. Ravenclaw quarters, then? Suddenly, he realized something. His hair felt different. His whole body did, in fact.

...And his hands weren't their usual pale golden color either. Fuck!

Jumping out of bed, he made his way to the nearest mirror and squinted at his reflection in the dark. "KIRA?!"

Okay. Calm down. There had to be a logical explanation for why he was in Kira's body. And he'd find it as soon as he took a shower, changed into actual clothing, and did something about that scar on Kira's chest.

About an hour later, Ryuuji headed for Mai's room - yes, it was 1AM but so what? Mai was his closest female friend, and wouldn't mind being woken up assuming she was even asleep. And Ryuuji needed her to get into his own room because otherwise, how could he wake up Kira-in-Ryuji to get them switched back when the wards in his room weren't geared for Kira's voice? After what he'd been told about Marik, Ryuuji had warded the room to admit only himself, Mai, Seto and Mokuba. It had seemed safest like that.

...It was just that now he'd need to explain himself to her as well if he wanted to be let into his own room, and that would be difficult when Ryuuji wasn't sure what had happened himself.

Lupin!Armstrong, and the strange feelings.

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Armstrong did not feel like his usual muscular self, as he woke up. He got up in a flash, only to notice that this was not his room as he stood up. All of the furniture looked worn and old, and the room looked small. For a moment, he was confused, as he looked around the room for some clue as to where he was.

Armstrong found a wallet, and checked to see that it was Professor Remus Lupin. Curious. He decided to look for the Professor, perhaps he could answer his questions, such as why was he in Lupin's room... And why did everything look a bit higher. He stumbled, as he looked for a mirror. 'Odd.' He thought. 'I seem to have some problems staying stable...'

With that, he looked in the mirror. For just a moment, his eyes went big, then returned to their natural size. "Oh." He finally responded. Either he had turned into a copy of Lupin, or something very strange had happened. It was not much he could do at this point, as he shook his head, besides finding out why it had happened.

Armstrong rubbed his forehead, then looked at his- well, Lupin's arm. He was... Very thin. Pale. Not healthy. Armstrong rolled up the sleeves of the nightwear, as he looked at his arms. ... Perhaps this was why? He thought, as he looked in Lupin's wardrobe, for some suitable training clothes. He placed on the most worn set of clothes he could find; he didn't want to ruin the rest of the Professor's outfits, in the training.

Perhaps, he was placed in this body to help. Perhaps... He was here to help the Professor gain health, and the Armstrong Family Physique. That must be it! Armstrong looked in the mirror again, before activating the sparkles. "Mustn't panic... It will do no good. I will just have to spend the day training!" He said, as he left the room, jogging briskly.

((Open RP, and definitely looking for Lupin or any other Ravenclaws.))

RP, Open to Slytherins

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( Lana is in the House )

Lupin has a hellish awakening

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Lupin opened his eyes. The blankets felt odd - too heavy and too soft - and he sat up, pushing aside what turned out to be a luxurious white down duvet. What on earth was he doing in someone else's bed? With nothing on, for that matter? He quickly looked over to make sure there was nobody in the bed with him, and was relieved to see that he was alone. But the bed was enormous, with crisp black sheets and a great pile of fluffy pillows, and the room itself was decorated to match - white carpet, white leather and steel-and-glass furniture, a huge black stereo system. Was he even still in the castle? What made him even more uneasy was that his wand and his clothes were nowhere in sight.

Oh dear, he thought. Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear.

He got up, his feet sinking into the thick carpet, yawned and stretched. He felt unusually fit - none of his usual aches and pains. He scratched his arse thoughtfully and wandered into the bathroom. It was just as luxurious as everything else - sleek stainless steel fixtures, a huge clawfoot tub. Seeing a movement out of the corner of his eye, he looked up and was rather shocked to see his friend Professor Crowley standing there, nude and sleep-rumpled, on the other side of the sink.

Oh, wait. That wasn't the other side of the sink.

That was a mirror.

"Oh my goodness," he said out loud, in Crowley's voice. He stepped closer to the mirror, touched the perfect cheekbones and well-muscled chest. "Bloody hell." He looked down at himself, and then at his reflection again. Crowley's slit-pupiled eyes stared back at him, unnerving in their alienness. And in a rush of wonder and unexpected ecstasy, he slowly unfurled Crowley's huge, glorious, densely-feathered wings.

It took him a moment to come back to himself. He caught his breath and folded the wings again, finding that they vanished when completely furled. A handy trick, that. He was feeling quite disoriented by this point. He splashed some cold water in his face and took a deep breath. Steady on there, Lupin, he thought. He needed to figure out what on earth was going on. Had he been transfigured somehow, or was Crowley in his body?

There was only one way to find out. He couldn't find any clothes anywhere, so he pulled a sheet off the bed, wrapped it around himself like a toga, and ventured out into the hallway, heading back to the Ravenclaw dorms and his private quarters.


((open to Ravenclaws and whoever might run into Lupin-Crowley in the hallway...))

Open to anybody in the girls' Gryffindor dorm!

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It was nearly 10am and Jayne Cobb was not happy. *Who opened the ruttin' curtains?* he thught gruffly, clenching his eyes shut and wondering vaguely when he had flipped over in his sleep. He always slept on his stomach. He flopped over, burying his face into the pillow and frowning deeply. Now, that was uncomfortable... He groped at his front - was he sleeping on a pillow or something...? - and automatically froze, eyes opening in their pillow prison and blinking once. Those... were attached...

"What'n the sphincter a hell..." he mumbled groggily, pausing again and sitting up bolt upright. His hands grabbed at his throat, squeezing hard for a second as if there was something caught in it. Why did that sound so... GIRLY? He fumbled around at the bedding, giving a hard 'oomph!' as he fell over the edge and onto the floor. Rubbing his ass hard, he stood, automatically searching through anything he could find in the area to try and figure out what the hell was going on.

*Now, I know I didn't get with no kid. That just ain't right... I ain't no pervert that way.* he thought slowly, having found identification in Anne's belongings and slipping her money into his pocket. It automatically fell to the floor. No pockets? HOLY HELL, HE WAS WEARING A NIGHTGOWN. "Gwai-gwait long duh dong?!" he swore aloud, feeling around at Anne's body, his hands settling on the chest area and grasping firmly. He slowly padded across the room, hands still gripping the front of him as he looked around.

His eyes finally caught onto a mirror just to his left and he gave out a short scream, automatically hunching down and glancing around to see if anyone had heard it. *I don't get a-scared. Not'n 'less them reavers're runnin' 'round...* One of his hands moved from the death grip on Anne's breasts to her throat again, pressing hard. *Damn ... fruity scream, if'n you're askin' me...* He slowly glanced back to the mirror again, his eyes widening at the sight before him. He was ... a ... girl ... ?!

"Ohhh, juh jen sh guh kwai luh duh jean-jan..."


((Mandarin translations - 'what the hell?!' and 'this is a happy development'. Which is meant to be strictly un-pervy-like and moreso like 'oh, shit'. n.n))

Owl to River

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*a very hastily written note from Kaylee arrives, attatched to a flustered looking owl*

River! Simon's back! Come straight away, I let slip that you have news. Kaylee.

((ooc: thread is here))

RP, Sara, Butlertron

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Hypothesis: Magic renders the study of physics futile.

( I. Inertia )

(no subject)

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Things... were pink. ...And fluffy... And... "How drunk did I get last night?"

Gregory House. A woman. A woman with really nice legs and a decent rack, but a woman. He touched the hair, looked down at everything, THAT look rushing onto his face as he wondered how this was even remotely humanly possible. He especially wondered how the hell HOUSE would ever be in a pink nighty - lords, if this was ever a story - but didn't mention it much. Wandering out into the hallway, stumbling every few steps with the awkwardness of this body. He could feel his wariness every time he stepped onto his right leg, expecting pain every time it touched the ground. He rubbed at his - well, her, essentially - hip, glancing the hallways and feeling OH so confused...

"Where the hell is anyone?"

Morning Time (RP for Harry and Ron in Ginny)

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Ron yawned in comfort, feeling like a man who had just received a seven years sleep after being awake for lifetimes. For the first time since he moved into Slytherin he wasn't jolted awake by off-key songs, struggles from the sling he slept with, or strange sounds like the wings of an owl or the scratchings of a quill against paper.

( He just felt warm and loved. )

Closed RP for Crowley and Seto

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Crowley had been asleep. That's why it came as rather a surprise when he found himself suddenly fully clothed and sitting in a windowseat holding a book. Groggily he looked around and as it usually did, surprise turned to anger.

Where the hell am I? Looks like a kid's room.

He moved to crawl out of the window and stumbled slightly when the ground was slightly closer than he was used to. At the same time he noticed that his hair was a lot longer and he was wearing jewelry. Earrings and necklaces and things.

The fuck?

Carefully playing it cool, he sauntered into what seemed to be the bathroom to see his new look. Stunned, his mouth dropped open when he saw Ryuuji staring back at him. Somehow he'd ended up in the kid's body. Which meant that the kid had to be in his. Crowley could handle a new body. It never took long to get used to them and at least Ryuuji's was used to the kind of movements he normally made, but the idea of Ryuuji in his room, unsupervised, with his unclothed body, and, oh dear Adam, his wings, and prepared for all kinds of mischief, that made him angry. With a final glare at the stupid eyeliner running down his cheek - he hadn't worn that since, when, ancient Egypt? - he stalked out of the room and nearly ran into Ryuuji's roommate.

"Oh! Mr..." Wait, he couldn't let anyone else know about the switch until he knew what was going on. An excellent mimic, Crowley fell into Ryuuji's casual stance, flipped his hair, and said, "Hey, Seto."


((Seto-mun, I'm actually leaving for a couple of hours now, but I should be around most of the afternoon and evening. I was kind of hoping after some brief conversation, Seto could convince "Ryuuji" to come to bed, 'cause Crowley can't do anything until morning when Remus wakes up. Plus, oh, the awkwardness! XD That work for you?))

Open RP -- Shizuka-in-Charlie goes down to the lake.

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Shizuka was, for lack of any other way to put it, terrified.

It wasn't that she'd woken up in a strange male body, although that was certainly alarming. It wasn't that she'd found herself in a room that wasn't hers, with things that didn't belong to her and other things she didn't recognize, although that was unnerving, too.

It was the pain and the twinges she couldn't explain. It felt like she was craving something, although she wasn't quite sure what. Shizuka had fled down to the lake (after doing her best to get dressed with her eyes firmly closed) to think, but the pain wouldn't leave.

She closed her eyes and tried to ignore it, putting her hands to her ears.

open RP - Lupin tries his wings

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This was all extremely frivolous, especially since Crowley or someone else was probably off gallivanting in his body, but Lupin was compelled to try out these magnificent wings. And it was such a beautiful day, too - it seemed a shame to waste the opportunity. At any rate, maybe from a higher vantage point, he might spot Crowley or someone else who knew what was going on.

Standing on the lawn by the lake, the grass cool against his bare feet, he looked up at the bright expanse of spring sky above him, and knotted the bedsheet firmly around his middle so it wouldn't come off. Right, he thought, and spread his wings to their full expanse. The wind in his feathers felt absolutely marvellous. He wasn't sure if he would have to figure out how to fly, or whether this body's instincts would take over.

One great sweep of his pinions, and he had his answer: Crowley's body knew exactly what it was doing. He felt a moment of intense panic and vertigo as the ground dropped away beneath him, kicked his feet frantically as if he'd fallen into deep water, and then suddenly all fear vanished. He was flying, soaring up into the sky like - well, like an angel. He found he was grinning like an idiot.

Circling the castle towers, he spotted a few people looking up at him, a few faces staring from the windows, but he flew by too quickly to see who they were, and he had no inclination to stop and investigate. This was far too much fun.

April Fool's morning: Stephen awakes to find himself other than he was... (RP open to Shepherd Book)

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( read the part and return at five / it's a hell of a role if you can keep it alive )

Montparnasse!Ran: Wake up in Slytherin

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Once again, Ran rolled over, not feeling very comfortable in what she believed was her bed. There was something off here, as she reached out for the clock-radio by the bed (Ran was a firm believer of starting the day with a band, even if others in the Gryffindor girl's dorm didn't like listening to high-pitched singing girls). All she felt was a firm wood surface, with a floral vase and a hat on it. She sighed, annoyedly, as she sat up in her bed.

"Stole my..." As soon as she started talking, she shut up. ... Did her voice get deeper? She spoke again, "Huh," still surprised at the slightly lower octaves her voice was at. Ran got up, and began to yell, "Alright, whoever hexed me last night is going to get, as soon as I find out!" As she yelled, she looked around the dorm, which looked different. The red and gold colorization was gone, replaced with green and silver. Even her bed, usually covered in pink and yellow blankets and fluffy pillows... Well, was replaced by one of white and red, with fluffy pillows.

"And you'd better give back my sheets! ... And changing the colorization of the room, real laugh riot!" She still shouted, as she walked around the room, looking for someone to yell at. No one looked really familiar, in fact... Was that a guy just leaving? Oh no. What was going on?

Ran walked out of the dorm, heading for the bathroom. As she glanced around, she kept on muttering, "What the... That wasn't there... Where's the wall-hangings?" She looked into the bathroom mirror, finally, then she turned quiet.

Throughout Slytherin, everyone could hear what sounded like Montparnasse scream, "I'M A MAN!" a pause, then "A REALLY PRETTY MAN!"

Ran rubbed her eyes, as she looked at her reflection. "Oh, hell no, no no no..." She muttered. She splashed her face with cold water, then kept on looking at herself. "What the hell is this? What do I do?" Was she stuck like this? She frowned at the aspect of that. A kogal, stuck like this! As a man, even if he looked more like a bishounen than most men she'd seen at the school. She looked at her hair, well the hair on the body.

If she was going to have to stay in this body... Well, she may as well do some maintinance on it. An hour later, she left the bathroom, Montparnasse's hair curled and dyed to oblivion. She walked back to the room, and changed into the brightest clothes she could find for Montparnasse (clashing be damned. She was stuck in a man's body! It didn't matter if she was going mix-and-match at this point), then left the room to the common-room.

((Open RP for anyone in Slytherin. :D))

Puppet Ron in Terry: A Stroll in the Halls. ((Open RP))

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( (The real) Ron Weasley doesn't sleep. He waits. )

"BUTTERFLY! BUTTERFLY! BUTTERFLY!" Ron opened the door and, in Terry's body, rushed through the Ravenclaw's dorm. He saw a blouse crumpled in the corridor, obviously abandoned by someone with better taste. "I shall look pretty!" Forgetting about the butterfly, Ron set about making himself look damn fine, before wandering to the Ravenclaw's common room and then out into the halls.

Poor Psyche, her husband really is a child

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What! Where'd everything go!

Bart jumped out of bed to discover that his connection with the speedforce was out. A second surprise: he didn't hit the floor and as almost every mirror in the strange place showed. He didn't have his clothes. Or anything besides the silk bedsheet he dragged to the floor with him. He was in an older body. But not his alternate!older body. On the bright side, he still had a nice head of hair.

"Oh, man. I'm gonna miss all the pranks today."

RP, open to anyone in the main hall

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Bridge was confused. Very, very confused. Now, this was an entirely familiar state of affairs except that for once it had nothing to do with getting distracted by someone ELSE'S mental processes in the middle of a thought. He wasn't even wearing gloves! For that matter, he wasn't a HE! This, sadly, made it a little difficult to stand on his head and think about the predicament-- her center of gravity was different, and she kept falling over.

It wasn't until Bridge finally got a look in the mirror that he squawked and freaked out. "I'm... EVIL!" Had the evil looking staff and everything, laying nearby. Leaving the horrid, evil thing where it was, the normally-green-ranger hitched up her skirts and went running frantically for the Main Hall. He didn't want to STAY evil! He didn't like evil.

He was a little curious about being a girl... But! NO! Evil!

(Open RP for the Ravenclaws in the Hizzouse) What no man named "Dick" should ever face.

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Dick was in the midst of a very entertaining dream involving hula girls, (one of whom looked suspiciously like Ryuuji) and chocolate mousse when well-honed instincts told him that something was amiss. Blearily, he struggled awake, gradually becoming aware that there was something off.

For one thing, the room. He had woken up in unfamiliar rooms before, of course – there had been an entertaining streak in college where he had managed it for three weekends in a row – but that normally meant someone else in the bed next to him, and when he turned over to look . . .

. . . His center of gravity was all weird. For one thing, he seemed to be carrying a lot more weight around his middle than usual So, naturally, he looked down.

Calm, calm, calm, ca - "HOLY SHIT," the superhero turned . . . er . . . other superhero, yelped, loud enough to be heard over quite a distance, "I HAVE BREASTS."

Montparnasse in Gryffindor: semi-open RP for anyone in said house

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Montparnasse was never one to care about time. Being a loafer did not require one to wake at any particular hour. So, when he heard the glaring blast of a clock radio, he was more puzzled than annoyed. Since when did he have one of those next to his bed? And how are they turned off? He groaned and reached over to his nightstand where there should have been a knife. Loud noises deserve no mercy, after all. Eyes still closed, his hand encountered the offending clock, but no knife. Somewhat vexed, he opened them and was shocked to see that the walls had changed color overnight. Instead of the tasteful silver and green, they were covered with gaudy red and gold. Sniffing at his offensive surroundings, he looked at the radio in his hand. Something seemed wrong, but he couldn't quite place it. The room looked different, yes, but it was poisson d'avril, and he wouldn't put it past someone in his house to have changed it as a joke. No, that wasn't the problem, he decided. His hand had changed as well. Montparnasse sprinted for the bathroom.

It wasn't all that different. Being feminine to begin with made it much easier to actually be female. Dressing was difficult, as there didn't seem to be anything around without dots or stripes, but he had managed to locate a relatively normal pair of trousers and a minimally painful shirt. Things, he decided, could have been worse. He didn't know who this figure belonged to, but he found that all of his anger could be easily resolved. Grinning with his new mouth, he picked up the alarm clock and proceeded to smash it against the wall.

Hermione!Rita, or, "Hermione has lost her mind"

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Rita had not been taking the realization that she was not in the Bitchywithc cage too well.

She was happy about no longer being caged, with people occasionally tossing bits of meat to her... The room was fine. It was dandy, and, as soon as she conquered the world, she'd probably have another room similar to it! Rather, it was what she had become that most bothered her!

She had been staring at the mirror for a while now, every once in a while making angered squeals, as she walked and back forth. Rita had become a young human girl! A young human girl, with puffy brown hair and no jaunty hats! She yelled, in anger, "What plot is this?! The RANGERS MUST BE BEHIND THIS!" She was practically pulling out her puffy hair as she shouted.

"They've turned me into a teenager as well! AND THEY HIDE MY STAFF!" She screamed, as she ran out of the room, in order to find out where she was, and what had happened to her staff. "They shall pay! As soon as I recover my equipment, they'll be sorry they messed with me!"

((Open RP, to Ravenclaws))

April Fool's Night: River in Teatime's body (closed one-shot)

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One moment, River had been contentedly snuggled next to Stephen--- the next, she was... elsewhere. Someone's bedroom, it looked like---

And her body was all wrong. Her body, her finely-honed dancer's body, the one thing she had been able to rely on even in the Academy, even when she couldn't trust her mind--- the one thing that had never failed her--- was... gone. In its place was a stranger's--- no, not a stranger's, not completely; she thought she vaguely recognized it, but that wasn't important--- it wasn't hers, that was the central thing, she had lost her body....

She never did remember the next few moments clearly--- it was chaos come again, a degree of disorientation and horror she hadn't experienced since her first weeks out of the Academy. The next lucid moment she had, she was hiding under a bed--- the bed she'd been lying on when she woke up here--- and she wasn't coming out until she was... herself... again. If that ever happened.

((OOC: And this will be the last we see of River until April Fool's Day is over and she has her body back. Not a happy little camper, is she!))

RP open to anyone who seems him storming around Hogwarts

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Kon was minding his own business, hanging out, watching the stars, when the world seemed to start spinning around him. Now, this was not an unsual experience int he scheme of things, but, really, when you think about it, it's weird regardless of how many times someone's screwed with hi body. So he clutched at the tiles on the roof, fingers scrabbling-- and closing aorund a... gun? Kon-el's vision cleared, and one quick glance around proved that he was no longer on Hogwarts grounds, but in an alley. Surrounded by five thugs. There were two more sprawled out on the ground (and KMon didn't want to think about the blood pooling beneath them.

"It's going to take more than five people to stop me!" He commented, trying to punch one with his empty hand, and realizing that his reach was a lot LONGER now. And his punches weren't as strong. And that maybe he COULDN'T take these. Without resorting to... the unfamiliar heft of the gun reminded him. It seemed to fit so neatly into his hand.

His distraction cost him, though, and Kon was spun around by the next couple of punches, gun sailing out of his hands, and he scrambled to remember the hand-to-hand Tim had taught him.

It took Kon a good while, several long cuts (deflected by the-- kevlar?-- he seemed to be wearing), and a few bruises to figure out what he was doing, but he did manage to incapacitate the last of the thugs and get used to his new body in the process. For some reason his body seemed to want to move in ways that he KNEW whould premanently injure the punks, and the boy had to hold himself back.

... He had a suspicion why the first two thugs weren't moving, and he didn't think it was because they were unconcious. (What did I do? How could I do it?)

It took him another couple of HOURS to get back to Hogwarts (during which time he'd taken one look at his reflection and promptly freaked out. "I'm... JASON TODD?"), and now he was trying to figure out what was going on. Maybe Tim or Dick would understand. Or HIMSELF. He needed to find his own body.

Open RP to anyone in the school

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Crowley grinned wickedly as he set up the booth in the Great Hall. It looked something like this but the sign read:

KISS RYUUJI - ONE GALLEON
(no tongues)

All proceeds go to benefit Fillerbunny Day!

Two for one specials for:
Anne, Kira, Seto, Alucard, Oz, Sara, Mai, Tim, Jason, Steerpike, Salazar, Ron, Ancalagon, and Mystique

Free! (tongue included) for:
Nightwing

RP: Finding Ryuuji (Open to anyone, esp. Firefly Characters)

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Anne managed to decamp from the Gryffindor common room with a minimum of fuss, owing much of her luck to the fact that noone knew quite what to expect from Jayne in normal circumstances, much less when he began to walk, talk, and yes... shoot like a girl.
It definitely helped that people tended to avoid Jayne - he, along with a scattered few, wore guns everywhere they went, refusing to give up that piece of thier old lives. And despite herself, Anne was beginning to enjoy the sort of negative attention associated with the weapon. People, as she passed them, gave her hesitant glances, or nervous half-smiles. Admittedly, she was repeatedly cocking and releasing the hammer of the large gun, but she couldn't help herself.

She liked her new body.

Being a girl had always been so difficult... dresses and lace and hypocrisy that clung to her sex like a tenacious suitor, calling at odd hours of the day, never letting her forget that someone was thinking of her at all times. Such a thing could be tolerated (that is, if she'd been given the choice) before, but not now. Not when she could wear pants and a gun and stare at people and say stupid things... and the best part was that noone seemed to think twice of it. She belonged.
It was a strange feeling, too, after having been locked away in the high reaches of Gryffindor tower. It was liberating. Not only were the shackles of her sex removed, but so too were the restrictive terms of her self-exile. Today was a day of new beginnings, of experimentation. Of leaving old things behind and accepting the new with no reservations.
Not once did she pause to wonder what had happened to her old body.

Curiously, no matter how she tried, her old convictions wouldn't abandon her, even with newfound identity and newfound freedom. She didn't mind too horribly much, of course - Anne had always been a firm believer that if you couldn't trust your thoughts and emotions, you couldn't trust anything. It was just that... well... she wished, almost, that she could have forgot Ryuuji.
She sighed inwardly, and scowled at a passing hufflepuff.
There was no excuse now... she had to kill him.

Twitching its hips a wee bit more than it was want to do, Jayne's body walked purpousefully down the length of a long hall, its right hand idly twitching the gun, its left just as idly scratching bits of itself that weren't entirely familiar to its new user.

There were gonna be some changes made.

RP: Lana in House, Ran in Montparnasse and Wilson on a little off-campus shopping trip

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*Lana, Dr. Wilson, and Ran in Montparnasse's body are going on a little shopping trip. Some nice new clothes should make this old body feel a lot better!*

*Lana waits until Dr. Wilson returns with House's Vicodin, which she's not going to take unless she's desperate. New shoes should make this body feel a lot better than drugs ever could! Once he's back, she takes a bit of the Floo Powder Ran found, tosses it in the fireplace and, hobbling a bit with the cane (she really doesn't have the technique down properly) steps into the fireplace and yells*

The Leaky Cauldron!

*Once Ran and Dr. Wilson have joined her there, they'll temporarily leave the Wizarding world and pay a nice long visit to Savile Row*

4/1, evening: Stephen, in Susan's body, sends a completely pointless owl. To himself.

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( and in the shadow she crawls / clutching her faded photograph / my image under her thumb / with a message for my heart )

Closed RP for Bertie and Jeeves

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When Bertie awoke suddenly, it was still dark and there was no Jeeves at his side with a steaming morning cup. A glance at the clock told him it was 6am precisely, which was odd, as heretofore he had no idea that such a time existed except as a very, very late night, so late it's early kind of time. As he brought up a hand to wipe the dust of sleep from his eyes, he stopped, startled. His hand seemed awfully large. Had it swollen somehow? He climbed out of bed to go run it under cold water when he happened to glance down at his night-time attire. Bertie stared. Where were his jaunty pink pyjamas? These were just a dull, neutral colour. He dashed to the bathroom and was relieved to see Jeeves already there.

"Jeeves! I say, I've had the most frightful dream..." But Jeeves was speaking as he was speaking and when the blurriness of sleep faded, Bertie realized it wasn't Jeeves at all, but a mirror. He turned around quickly but there was no one there. Returning to the mirror, he stared in a rising panic. Dashing out of the bathroom, he ran to his own bedroom and slammed the door open to find his body laying there asleep. Further startled, he poked at himself, wondering who it really was and hoping against hope it was Jeeves. Not knowing for sure, he tried a quiet cough, but it came out much louder than intended. "Er, sir? It's time to awaken, what?"

He stood awkwardly, trying not to hop from foot to foot as it was something Jeeves would never do and waited for his pseudo-self to arise.

Ford's Solution

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Ford had adjusted to his new body pretty quickly, but then he and Bernard had pretty similar lifestyles. He'd attempted to explain things to Bernard's friend Manny, but that didn't go too well. Other than that he spent the day wandering around the school viewing the chaos and occasionally checking back in at the library and in Ravenclaw to see if his body had shown up (and looking through the restricted section, couldn't miss that opportunity).

Finally, he stumbled upon the obvious answer: What do you do when you find yourself in someone else's body and there is chaos all around? Clearly, you go to a party. Besides, he remembered what had happened on Valentine's day and suspected that this madness would similarly end at midnight. Might as well get everyone together for the switch back.

He found some house elves and told them to set up a bar, a sound system, and a disco ball in the Great Hall for the "library fundraiser." After that, it was just a matter of letting people know. He put up notices around the school (and included a small personal message at the bottom):

Confused?
Not yourself?

Come party 'til you don't care anymore!
Tonight in the Great Hall.

(attn: Bernard Black, I have your body. Do you have mine?)

RP, Sara (in Cooper) at Ravenclaw, Cooper (in Sara) and Butlertron at Hufflepuff

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((Open to anyone who happens to be in the Ravenclaw commonroom, Sara, Cooper, Butlertron and Hufflepuff))

( II. Force = Mass x Acceleration. )

Closed, Completed RP: Lana-House, Ran-Montparnasse and James Wilson go Shopping in London

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( All things considered, it actually turned out to be a fun and productive day! )

Please forgive the hasty editing job!

Aziraphale in Nightwing ((Open to any Gryffindors))

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As soon as Aziraphale wakes up, he knows something is wrong before he’s even opened his eyes. Of course he does; he’s an angel. Knowing things are wrong is what he does. So when his eyes open a crack, it is only to confirm his suspicions. The curtains, it seems, are red. Certainly as garish as those of the Hufflepuff dorms, but red.

“What on Earth…” he murmurs, sitting up and running a hand through his hair. Again, that strange sensation of wrongness. His hand, on closer inspection, isn’t… well, his.

A few minutes of further exanimation and it seems that nothing is his, and refuses to be miracled back to normal too. More than a little bewildered, Aziraphale waves an expressive hand. He’s already halfway across the room by the time the suit (tweed, of course) has materialised onto his back.

He has a feeling this is going to be a very bad day.

((My connection is being a bit... odd, so if I disappear it's the net's fault))

Why not have a party? (now with songspam!)

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Ford headed for the great hall, accompanied by Bernard, to either start the party or liberate the liquor.

The house elves had done a good job getting the place ready with a bar, a sound system, and the disco ball Ford had requested. They had also decorated the place with brightly colored streamers and twinkling lights despite not being asked to. It was a nice effect. Someone had set up some sort of booth in one part of the hall and there was a crowd of people around it. Ford was pretty sure that had nothing to do with the party, but it was a nice addition anyway.

He listened to the song playing on the sound system. It was oddly appropriate for the occasion...

And you may find yourself living in a shotgun shack
And you may find yourself in another part of the world
And you may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile
And you may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful wife
And you may ask yourself-well...how did I get here?

Once in a Lifetime - Talking Heads

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((Charlie's probably just going to head into one of the other general Ravenclaw threads, but if anyone wants to bump into him here, feel free. ^_^))

Charlie had never felt so comfortable in his life.

That's how it seemed, anyway; he had only a dim awareness of his surroundings. He knew that he was warm, and soft, and relaxed. Something was missing: some horrible gnawing thing at the pit of his stomach. An evil, ravenous monster, devouring his life and his love and his time and his body.

It didn't matter. It wasn't real; it had never been real: just a phantom of a nightmare. He was back in Manchester with his brother and the lads. Driveshaft were getting some heat from the local clubs. He was a valued and regular member of St Alphonse's church. He was happy, and all was well.

It wasn't until he shifted onto his stomach, still half asleep, that he noticed something a little... odd.

He opened his eyes, and noticed a brim of brown hair over his face. Weird, he thought to himself - a reaction that was completely overshadowed by the discovery of some unusual growths on his chest.

"Gah!" he yelled, jumping up. "I have breasts on my chest!" In his surprise he became tangled in the bedclothes and sprawled untidily onto the floor. He struggled wildly for a few moments before forcing himself to stop and breathe.

Breathe... He did. It felt wonderful. No aches, no twinges, no nagging pull of addiction. He felt good enough to forgive the bright pink pyjamas his new body was wearing. Cautiously he stood up, pulling the sheet around his shoulders, determined to find his way to the Common Room (blue and silver - that must mean Ravenclaw, right?) and find out what was going on.

Note to Stephen Maturin, left in the pocket of his coat

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Dear Stephen,

Please contact me as soon as you get this. There is something I must tell you.

-Susan

(The writing is very strange, with characteristics of both Susan's and Stephen's hand. There is a tiny doodle of a leaf in the corner, and the note is folded together with another.)

He'll probably figure it out all on his own when he reads it, Susan reflected. She hoped he was well, wherever he was, and that he'd get it sooner rather than later -- not least because his doing so would mean that she was back, comfortably at home in her own body.

Two Guys Who Usually Wear Skin Tight Black

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( Or... When Puppets Interogate. )