[GAME EVENT] CAUSE AND EFFECT
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crossing_lostrpWho: Ash
Where:
When: Day 29, (approx. 4 to 6 a.m.)
Invited: ALL PLAY
Status: Complete
Edited to add: Don't sweat the details of how your characters switched bodies. I added the "touching or close by" requirement to give people an out if they didn't want to have their hharacters swap places. Now I'm revoking it. If you want to join in, forget that. It's simply random--if you and another player want to join the party, just do it. Doesn't matter how close you were or weren't.
Ash closed the double doors of the smaller kitchen/cafeteria and locked them. The last thing he needed was an interruption in the middle of this project. He turned to survey the room, arms akimbo while he thought about what he had to do. "Okay," he said to himself, "first things first. Clear the floor."
Pushing all but one of the tables against the walls and stacking the chairs on them took only a few minutes. Ash laid the instructions on the remaining table and pressed it flat. It was very badly written, but he'd looked it over several times and he was confident that he could manage it. "How hard could it be?" he muttered to himself.
He began assembling all the materials he needed on the table next to the instructions. A glass, a pitcher of water, a box of Dharma brand birthday candles. (The instructions called for six black candles, but these would have to do.) A box of salt, a big black marker, and various other esoteric items. And...coffee, which he'd brewed a few minutes earlier.
But first...Ash picked up the marker in one hand and the instructions in the other. Working slowly and methodically at first, Ash began drawing runes onto the edge of the tabletop. It took a lot of attention. His hand began to cramp after a while. By the time he was done, the figures were considerably less precise than when he'd begun.
"Eh, good enough," Ash decided.
He capped the marker and tossed it away. Then Ash walked over to the stove, poured coffee into a large bowl and carried it to the table. He placed the bowl in the center of the table. Next came the salt. Ash opened the pouring spout on the cannister and began walking around the table, pouring out the salt in a circle, making sure that he was inside it when he completed the circle. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up as he closed the circle.
"Hrmm, hmmm," Ash muttered, looking over the instructions. "Ah--right, the candles." Ash lit the candles one by one, carefully turning them as wax melted, dripping it onto the tabletop until there was enough to hold each candle upright. Then it was time for the heavy lifting.
Ash picked up a small photograph. He'd gotten it from Daisy, from the wallet of someone who had died in the crash of Oceanic Flight 815. He glanced at the instructions and recited the incantation. "Pro os, statua unus porro lost ut memoria," Ash said, tearing it into bits and dropping the pieces into the coffee.
"Pro auditurus esse, sanus carmen sung ut a parvulus porro.". Ash leaned forward and, feeling very foolish, sang a few bars of a lullaby.
"Pro tactus, sentio parvulus thesaurus,". Ash dropped a pinch of stuffing from a well-worn stuffed animal into the coffee. "Pro nidor, scaena matris diligo." Ash dusted the coffee with baby powder. "Pro sapor, flavor parvulus iucunditas," Ash said, dropping a small piece of chocolate into the coffee.
Ash picked up one of the candles. He held it up over the coffee and recited another incantation. "Hail ut phasmatis of incendia quod unda, terra quod aer! Unbind alica ut redimio nostrum monumentum!" Ash plunged the burning tip of the candle into the brew. The flame hissed and went out. Ash felt some of his strength fade at the same time that a feeling of pressure became noticeable all over his skin.
Ash picked up a second candle and repeated the incantation, quenching the flame in the coffee. The sensation of pressure, of gathering power became more distinct. He did it a third time, and a fourth. By the time he picked up the fifth and final candle, he felt light-headed. It was hard to breathe, the power gathered around him inside the circle of salt tangible and nearly irresistible. Ash recited the incantation and plunged the candle into the coffee.
The power, wound tighter and tighter with each repetition, exploded outward. Ash had a moment to wonder if perhaps he'd done something wrong after all as he was picked up bodily and flung backwards into the stacked chairs and tables behind him. It was very painful, as was crashing to the floor and having the table and chairs fall on top of him. (Maybe,) Ash thought, (he should just give up spellcasting. It never seemed to work out right--)
"It worked!" Ash crowed. "I remember!"
* * *
George's dreams were jumbled, confused--and confusing. She dreamed of her family; of Rube, Roxy, Mason and Daisy; of Dolores and Happy Time. She also dreamed of alien worlds, alien skies, battles and espionage and seduction. She woke slowly, dreams shading into wakefulness. She was lying on her back, one arm wrapped around someone who lay cuddled up with her head on George's shoulder.
Thinking about her dreams, George realized with a sudden shock that she remembered! She knew who all those people were. She knew who she was--and where she was, and how she'd gotten here, events of the last few weeks. All of it! Her eyes popped open, sleepiness banished by excitement. She struggled up to a sitting position--
--and screamed, waking the others. Beside her, Faith, Chloe and George jerked awake. Faith flung herself upright and then tumbled out of bed to sprawl on the floor. Chloe looked around, surprise--and alarm--written on her face. "What's going on? I feel...weak."
And George.... George watched herself--watched her body--sit up and meet her eyes with a crooked smile that just didn't look like it belonged on her face. "Well, this is new," she said, and her voice didn't sound right at all--nothing like George's voice sounded to herself.
George looked down at herself, at the masculine torso. She swallowed heavily and tentatively reached under the covers. "Oh fuck, oh fuck..." She found what she'd expected--feared--to find. A penis. "Son of a bitch!"
Yes, boys and girls, it's official. The mass amnesia is over. Everyone has his or her memory back, completely intact. On the other hand...some of you will find yourselves in bodies that are not your own. If your character was touching--or merely in close proximity to--someone else, you will find yourself in someone else's body.
Unlike the mass amnesia, we're not making this universal. If you want to swap around your PCs, go for it.Establish that they were touching or very close at the right (wrong) time. If you want to swap your characters with someone else's, and they're willing to play along, make it so. If, on the other hand, you want to sit back and laugh at other characters' misfortunes, that's okay too.
Have fun with it. It will eventually be reversed....
Where:
When: Day 29, (approx. 4 to 6 a.m.)
Invited: ALL PLAY
Status: Complete
Edited to add: Don't sweat the details of how your characters switched bodies. I added the "touching or close by" requirement to give people an out if they didn't want to have their hharacters swap places. Now I'm revoking it. If you want to join in, forget that. It's simply random--if you and another player want to join the party, just do it. Doesn't matter how close you were or weren't.
Ash closed the double doors of the smaller kitchen/cafeteria and locked them. The last thing he needed was an interruption in the middle of this project. He turned to survey the room, arms akimbo while he thought about what he had to do. "Okay," he said to himself, "first things first. Clear the floor."
Pushing all but one of the tables against the walls and stacking the chairs on them took only a few minutes. Ash laid the instructions on the remaining table and pressed it flat. It was very badly written, but he'd looked it over several times and he was confident that he could manage it. "How hard could it be?" he muttered to himself.
He began assembling all the materials he needed on the table next to the instructions. A glass, a pitcher of water, a box of Dharma brand birthday candles. (The instructions called for six black candles, but these would have to do.) A box of salt, a big black marker, and various other esoteric items. And...coffee, which he'd brewed a few minutes earlier.
But first...Ash picked up the marker in one hand and the instructions in the other. Working slowly and methodically at first, Ash began drawing runes onto the edge of the tabletop. It took a lot of attention. His hand began to cramp after a while. By the time he was done, the figures were considerably less precise than when he'd begun.
"Eh, good enough," Ash decided.
He capped the marker and tossed it away. Then Ash walked over to the stove, poured coffee into a large bowl and carried it to the table. He placed the bowl in the center of the table. Next came the salt. Ash opened the pouring spout on the cannister and began walking around the table, pouring out the salt in a circle, making sure that he was inside it when he completed the circle. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up as he closed the circle.
"Hrmm, hmmm," Ash muttered, looking over the instructions. "Ah--right, the candles." Ash lit the candles one by one, carefully turning them as wax melted, dripping it onto the tabletop until there was enough to hold each candle upright. Then it was time for the heavy lifting.
Ash picked up a small photograph. He'd gotten it from Daisy, from the wallet of someone who had died in the crash of Oceanic Flight 815. He glanced at the instructions and recited the incantation. "Pro os, statua unus porro lost ut memoria," Ash said, tearing it into bits and dropping the pieces into the coffee.
"Pro auditurus esse, sanus carmen sung ut a parvulus porro.". Ash leaned forward and, feeling very foolish, sang a few bars of a lullaby.
"Pro tactus, sentio parvulus thesaurus,". Ash dropped a pinch of stuffing from a well-worn stuffed animal into the coffee. "Pro nidor, scaena matris diligo." Ash dusted the coffee with baby powder. "Pro sapor, flavor parvulus iucunditas," Ash said, dropping a small piece of chocolate into the coffee.
Ash picked up one of the candles. He held it up over the coffee and recited another incantation. "Hail ut phasmatis of incendia quod unda, terra quod aer! Unbind alica ut redimio nostrum monumentum!" Ash plunged the burning tip of the candle into the brew. The flame hissed and went out. Ash felt some of his strength fade at the same time that a feeling of pressure became noticeable all over his skin.
Ash picked up a second candle and repeated the incantation, quenching the flame in the coffee. The sensation of pressure, of gathering power became more distinct. He did it a third time, and a fourth. By the time he picked up the fifth and final candle, he felt light-headed. It was hard to breathe, the power gathered around him inside the circle of salt tangible and nearly irresistible. Ash recited the incantation and plunged the candle into the coffee.
The power, wound tighter and tighter with each repetition, exploded outward. Ash had a moment to wonder if perhaps he'd done something wrong after all as he was picked up bodily and flung backwards into the stacked chairs and tables behind him. It was very painful, as was crashing to the floor and having the table and chairs fall on top of him. (Maybe,) Ash thought, (he should just give up spellcasting. It never seemed to work out right--)
"It worked!" Ash crowed. "I remember!"
* * *
George's dreams were jumbled, confused--and confusing. She dreamed of her family; of Rube, Roxy, Mason and Daisy; of Dolores and Happy Time. She also dreamed of alien worlds, alien skies, battles and espionage and seduction. She woke slowly, dreams shading into wakefulness. She was lying on her back, one arm wrapped around someone who lay cuddled up with her head on George's shoulder.
Thinking about her dreams, George realized with a sudden shock that she remembered! She knew who all those people were. She knew who she was--and where she was, and how she'd gotten here, events of the last few weeks. All of it! Her eyes popped open, sleepiness banished by excitement. She struggled up to a sitting position--
--and screamed, waking the others. Beside her, Faith, Chloe and George jerked awake. Faith flung herself upright and then tumbled out of bed to sprawl on the floor. Chloe looked around, surprise--and alarm--written on her face. "What's going on? I feel...weak."
And George.... George watched herself--watched her body--sit up and meet her eyes with a crooked smile that just didn't look like it belonged on her face. "Well, this is new," she said, and her voice didn't sound right at all--nothing like George's voice sounded to herself.
George looked down at herself, at the masculine torso. She swallowed heavily and tentatively reached under the covers. "Oh fuck, oh fuck..." She found what she'd expected--feared--to find. A penis. "Son of a bitch!"
Yes, boys and girls, it's official. The mass amnesia is over. Everyone has his or her memory back, completely intact. On the other hand...some of you will find yourselves in bodies that are not your own. If your character was touching--or merely in close proximity to--someone else, you will find yourself in someone else's body.
Unlike the mass amnesia, we're not making this universal. If you want to swap around your PCs, go for it.
Have fun with it. It will eventually be reversed....
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[George] That's just not right!
Date: 2007-05-23 04:41 am (UTC)"No need to panic--" Jack said. Yeah, it had to be Jack. He'd said he'd had compliments on his...equipment.
"Panic?" George demanded. "I'm not panicked--I'm pissed off!"
She kicked off the bedclothes and got to her knees on the mattress, glaring at Jack. "First we all lose our memories. Now this! Every time I sleep with you guys, something weird happens! Every. Fucking. Time. I..."
"Fuck?" Jack guessed. "Or at least fuck the three of us? Quite a coincidence I admit, but I'm pretty sure it's just a coincidence. In my experience, foursomes don't generally result in--"
Jack stopped talking as George covered her face with one hand. One big hand. Just for a moment George wished she would wake up and find that this was just some bizarre dream. But it wasn't.
George dropped her hand. "How can you be so calm about this?"
Jack shrugged. "Getting worked up over it doesn't help," he said simply.
"But what if it's permanent?"
"Then there's nothing we can do."
That was a showstopper. George wanted to argue, but--he was right. She was right, really, if it turned out to be something they couldn't change. (I'm not ready to be a man!)
As if he knew what George was thinking, Jack said, "But we don't know that, so let's not worry ourselves into a state over it. We can try to fix it later. But right now we have a unique opportunity."
That crooked smile did not look right on her face. It looked like Jack. So did the way Jack/George rose to her knees and leaned toward George. And ditto for the way her hands reached out caress and tease.
"But--" George said. Jack silenced her with a kiss. One hand slid around George's waist. The other took a gentle but unmistakable grip on...him. George could feel it. George could feel herself...himself responding.
George broke the kiss and leaned back, looking down. It wasn't like she hadn't seen this before, or touched it, or tasted it, or experienced great pleasure from it. But never...like this. George shivered as Jack fondled her erection.
George's hands fluttered in mid-air, fingers writhing. She didn't know what she should do, or if she should do anything. She stared down, feeling herself grow larger and hander.
"Oh, that's not right!"
[Chloe] I'm The Slayer Now, Baby!
Date: 2007-05-23 06:38 am (UTC)She shook her head, trying to clear her mind and focus on the present. She was only mildly surprised to see the mass of dark hair dancing at the corners of her vision. Now that she was awake, she became aware of the differences in her body. Her limbs were longer, as was her torso. And she felt...light.
Plus, of course, she saw herself lying in bed propped up on her elbows staring back at her. (Oh my god,) Chloe thought, (I'm Faith! Or I'm in her body or...something.) She felt the hot spurt of adrenaline through her whole body, and an equally intense need to act.
Chloe pushed herself up to a sitting position--or that was her intent. She found herself catapulted to her feet. She staggered, surprised by the sudden change on position. "Wow," Chloe breathed, impressed. She'd known that Faith was amazingly strong, but she hadn't really thought about the implications.
(Silly of me,) Chloe thought. Clark was vastly stronger than Faith even, but he had such perfect control that you'd never know it if you hadn't seen him truly exert himself. But then, he'd had many years of practice to learn that control. And so had Faith. Chloe...hadn't.
"Careful with my body," Faith said with Chloe's mouth. She didn't sound quite right, but Chloe had heard herself on recordings often enough to recognize it.
"Wow," Chloe said. "You're really strong, aren't you? I mean, I'm really strong."
"Yes--" Faith said.
"And," Chloe added, "agile." She realized she felt incredibly aware of her balance, of exactly how her limbs were arranged. "I feel like I could do a blackflip," she added.
So she did. She had never done one in her life, but it was as easy as walking. It felt really odd to be so conscious of her position even as she spun through the air. She was never the least bit disoriented and she stuck the landing like an Olympic gymnast. Faith's body was incredibly strong and flexible.
But it wasn't her own. Faith's senses were at least as sharp as hers, probably sharper--but she didn't have to constantly resist the lure of losing herself in the sensations the way she did since her rejuvenation. Or had, in her own body.
With her memories lost to her, it had seemed perfectly normal to be so sensually focused. With her memories newly restored, the difference was phenomenal. Chloe looked at Faith, wondering how she'd react to it.
[Faith] Good Sensations
Date: 2007-05-24 06:18 pm (UTC)Except it wasn't. Nothing that she was feeling felt normal at all.
It sounded insane to say it, or even think it, but somehow everything was different in Chloe's body. Not just the fact that Faith was watching herself, but different on a sensory level. The sheets felt rougher, the heavy smells of sex and sweat and musk were strong enough to touch and taste. Colors were more vibrant, and there was this need to explore. Almost, but not quite like Faith's need to run or hunt and exert energy, there was a desire to simply feel and absorb.
The sounds Jack and George made were louder and more arousing, and the attraction she felt toward her own body was alternately a bit unnerving and seemed perfectly natural. After all, no one knew that body as well as Faith did, or appreciated it as much.
When Chloe's eyes lit upon her, Faith slowly sat up and ran her palms along the familiar rounded breasts. A ragged groan tore from her throat at the inexplicable-beyond-normal pleasure she derived from that. Her nipples hardened and she quivered. Licking her lips, and running her hands further along the smooth planes of Chloe's bronzed abdomen and down to the triangle of hair even lower, she tossed Chloe a sultry smile. "Is everything this good for you?"
Her voice didn't sound like her own, but somehow that didn't matter.
[Chloe] Good Sensations
Date: 2007-05-24 08:33 pm (UTC)When she glanced at Faith in her body, the other woman caressed her own breasts and groaned and shivered, apparently surprised at the response. Faith licked her lips and continued exploring Chloe's body. "Is everything this good for you?"
Chloe answered by rejoining her on the bed, stretching out next to her. "You have no idea," Chloe said. She leaned in to kiss Faith, running her nails up the inside of Faith's thigh as she did. Faith shivered and arched her back, moaning into Chloe's mouth.
When Chloe pulled back, Faith was breathing heavily, looking a little dazed. "Pretty fun, huh?" Chloe asked.
Redirection, Baby
Date: 2007-06-01 01:23 am (UTC)[Jack] Kiss it make it better
Date: 2007-05-23 04:04 pm (UTC)Sex was the natural conclusion. Not only because it was a lovely distraction, but because he couldn't pass up the opportunity to see what it felt like for a woman... plus, he was just narcissistic enough to know what it was like with his own body.
He wasn't panicking. Because the memory loss was temporary. There was no reason to assume this wouldn't be as well.
Just then Faith fell of the bed. From the conversation, it seemed he and George weren't the only one's to switch.
[George] That was fun--quick, but fun
Date: 2007-05-24 09:09 pm (UTC)George was stretched out on top of Jack. Jack had a firm hold on George and guided her into position. "Oh, wow, that's nice," he--she said--as she slid inside. And oh Christ but that felt good. George closed her eyes, lost in the pleasure for a moment.
When she opened her eyes again, she realized Jack had said something. "What?"
"You should take your weight on your knees and arms," Jack said, a little breathlessly.
"...oh," George said. She shifted position a little. "Is that better?"
Jack smiled and wiggled his--her--hips a little. "Much," he said. "I said, 'this is probably a dream come true for you.'"
"Heh," George said. "You should talk." She hesitated, then asked, "so I just...?"
Jack grinned. "Yeah, you just," he answered and rocked against George for a moment. George groaned. She'd never felt anything like this before. (Well, duh,) she thought after a moment. (Of course I haven't.)
"Okay, okay," George said, "let me try...." She gave an experimental thrust. Ooh, yeah. That was nice. Then another. And another.
It was hard work, George quickly realized. Not that she had a chance to get really tired. The excitement and pleasure she was feeling came to a head very quickly. Too quickly. George lost control, an orgasm sweeping her up and carrying her away with almost no warning. The physical sensations were weird and unfamiliar but no less pleasurable.
When she could think again, George realized she had collapsed on top of Jack. She shifted onto her side, feeling lazy. "Uhmm...sorry," she said quietly.