RP, Sara, Butlertron

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Hypothesis: Magic renders the study of physics futile.



Every object in a state of uniform motion tends to remain in that state of motion unless an external force is applied to it.

*Sara was working quietly through the middle of the night in the Ravenclaw lab. There were books on magical theory, transfiguration and charms scattered around the lab table, a hairbrush she has partially transformed into a stapler (the shape is correct, but it produces bristles rather than staples when used), and several pages worth of notes. The problem, she decided, was that magic leaves behind little evidence to examine. One uses one's mind, or some sort of inexplicable inner strength to defy the laws of physics.*

*This late night studying was getting her no where, except less one hairbrush. Maybe that was why she felt so fuzzy. It would be okay to put her head down, just for a minute. There wasn't anyone else in the commonroom at this hour, and she could clean up the mess she'd made after resting her eyes a bit.*

*Her head was resting, her eyes were resting, but the fuzziness didn't go away. Hold still, hold still, hold still and maybe the feeling will go away, and maybe the lab table will stop feeling soft like a pillow and maybe her body won't feel quite so strange to her*

*It was no use. The more she held still, the more she felt motion sickness. There was something important about this. If only she could make it tangible, she could prove to everyone that magic really existed. If only she could hold on to this feeling for just a minute longer, maybe?*

*And then, just as quickly as it started, it was gone, and Sara was in a strange bed, in a strange room, in strange clothes and, God help her, in a strange body. She sat up, and could tell by a nearby clock that it was the middle of the night. There was probably not much she could do at this hour, especially since she didn't even know where she was. But at least she could start thinking things through. She rose and started pacing the room, working the problem for herself, out loud.

"All right. First things first. Where am I? How did I get here? And oh, hell, who am I?"

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Shifting from one reality to another was old hat for Cooper by now. Usually he was moving when it happened, though, not lying in bed. Maybe this was a dream.

The room around him was the half-lab half-bar where the search posse for Alan Grant had convened. Cooper looked around for the excellent coffee they'd had then. Sadly none was to be seen. His center of gravity was different as he stepped in the direction of where the coffee used to be, which immediately clued him into the fact that he'd shifted not only elsewhere but else-body.

"Hm. Who am I?" He looked for something reflective. There was a long mirror over the bar. "Ah, yes, the prefect. Still has beautiful eyes. No weapons to speak of though, and no anti-werewolf gear. What could she be thinking? Warthogs is a dangerous place."

It was possible that his new circumstances were brought about by a werewolf plot, or the heretofore unseen were-cows acting in conjunction with Puppet!Ron. Or it was possible that Cooper was back in the Black Lodge after all, that Warthogs School was an elaborate charade planned and executed by BOB to keep him from getting to Annie in time. Any number of things were possible, really, and it wasn't Cooper's M.O. to rule out a single possibility without serious investigation.

The first order of business was to find the most reliable source in this place -- the only reliable source, really. His roommate and guru, Mr. Butlertron.

Cooper took off sprinting for the Hufflepuff dorm.

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There is a knock on the bedroom door, and Mr Butlertron's voice calls out

"Wesley? Are you alright in there?"

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*Sara stops pacing and starts for the door. It's a familiar voice, from where, though? There are so many people here now. Oh, but he called her Wesley. That could only be Professor Butlertron*

*She's wearing pajama bottoms, but no top, so she throws on a T-shirt and opens the door*

Okay, don't be startled or anything, but apparently I'm not all right, and I'm not Wesley.

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*Mr B looks up at him, this is probably another of young Dale's flight of fancies.*

Of course you're Wesley, just calm down and tell me about it. Did you have a dream with a message in it or something?

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*Right, we're all Wesley. Isn't that what Agent Cooper said Professor Butlertron taught him. Maybe while she's here they can discuss that philosophy further. Or maybe Professor Butlertron is right and they are all Wesley now!

*stops to look in a mirror* Oh, wow. I am Wesley!

*still pacing* I'm calm, really. It's okay. I just want to figure out what happened. It's really kind of cool! I may finally be onto something proveable here. I think the first thing we should do is figure out if I'm really me. You don't have a DNA sequencer do you? And some coffee?

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Coffee? Just a moment *Mr B whirrs off to the kitchen and makes a pot of coffee, then he goes to rifle through a trunk of stuff.*

Hmmmmm....DNA sequencer. I'm sure I have one in here somewhere...Here it is.

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*takes the coffee, gratefully* That's perfect, thank you, Professor Butlertron! Wesley's right. You really are amazing.

*doesn't want to pry, but she's going to need information about the person she's replaced* So, Wesley, um, moved in with you?

*sets up the DNA sequencer*

All right. Now I need something with my DNA on it. A hair sample should work. We're going to have to go back to my dorm to get some of my hair. Would you mind if I get dressed real quick? *smiling* I don't think I should be running around in pajamas

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You're welcome, Wesley.

Of course you moved in, only a few days ago.

Are you feeling alright? You seem a little more lucid than normal.

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Lucid? Oh, I should explain, shouldn't I? Something really strange happened last night when I was in the lab. I was still Sara Sidle then. Actually, I may still be Sara Sidle, but that's what we need to find out. Because if not, either I am Wesley, and he is me, or possibly we are all Wesley. And I have no idea where Wesley is.

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Some sort of body switch. I understand.

What do you need me to do?

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*Wesley's been right all along. Professor Butlertron understands what she meant! He's obviously the most brilliant teacher at Hogwarts. Sara stops pacing and has some more coffee*

I guess I need to get dressed first. And then we should probably go to Ravenclaw, to see if Wesley's there, and to get some of my hair so I can test it against this body's DNA in the DNA sequencer. And we need to test Wesley's DNA too. Maybe we should check everyone in the whole school. But we'd have to get them to bring hair or skin samples from their former selves. That'll take forever. Okay, let's start with just me and Wesley and move on from there. If we can find Wesley.

Does that sound like a good plan? I mean, you're the really smart one here. I'm just an investigator, not a manager or anything.

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*Mr B blinks a couple of times*

Well, Wesley, perhaps I should wait here in case Wesley comes back? He's probably panicking and will probably try to make his way back here.

Are you sure you're calm enough? I could get you some cookies?

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See, now that's why you're the teacher and I'm just a student. I didn't even think that Wesley would come back here. So, you wait here for him, I'll go back to Ravenclaw and get my hair and bring it back and see if I can find anyone else this has happened to on the way, or if this is an isolated incident.

*starts to take out one of Cooper's suits and shirts to put on*

Cookies? Sure! It's after breakfast time, isn't it? I guess I better keep my strength up.

((OOC: I'm going to start a new post with Sara in Ravenclaw and Cooper and Butlertron in Hufflepuff, then we'll bring them all back together in Hufflepuff for act three if that's all right?))

*Sara dresses quickly and prepares to head over to Ravenclaw, stopping as many people as she can on the way.

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That's fine. Thank you Wesley.

*He produces oaty cookies from....somewhere and hands them to her/him*

I'll make us a nice brunch and you can have it when you get back.

((OOC: awesome.))