[GAME EVENT] CAUSE AND EFFECT

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Who: 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....

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Jack woke up momentarily confused. He knew what his body felt like. He was pretty attuned to it. This was NOT his body. He sat up and looked over at himself He felt breasts sway. Ooooh.

"Well this is new." He gave a half grin. Panic wouldn't solve anything, and hey, how many people got to switch genders? Without surgery that was.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck..." His body reached down to test himself out. Who was in there? "Son of a bitch!"

"Hey, careful with the equipment! And it's not anything to complain about. Got lots of compliments on that. Hey! I remember " Jack looked down at his new breasts. Angle was different, but they looked like George's. He'd gotten well acquainted with all three pairs last night.

"Cool." He bounced up and down on the bed to watch them jiggle. That felt wierd. Bouncy.

[Scott] Gotta go

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Scott really didn't want to get up. Besides the sheer joy of being tangled in bed with Ami, he hadn't gotten enough sleep. (Definitely need to sleep in,) he thought muzzily, grinning from all of the ways they'd enjoyed each other.

No matter how tired Scott felt, his full bladder wouldn't take no for an answer. So he climbed out of bed, pulled on a pair of shorts, and squinted his way to the men's room.

House limped through the door with the air of his cane when Scott was washing his hands. The older man looked like death warmed over, which actually was an improvement from earlier.

Scott gave the doctor a polite smile. House grunted something in reply. Indifferent, Scott took a step toward the door. As his foot descended time slowed. Goosebumps raised, and alarm surged from Ami. His mind fogged, then cleared just as suddenly, but the room had moved impossibly fast and Ami was gone but not like before -- (I remember!) -- but her absence was unsettling and he felt wrung out and worn and wrong and the ground must have tilted because his right leg was buckling.

Time resumed. Scott yelped as he tumbled to the tile floor, joints creaking, stomach roiling, and points of contact throbbing. Even before his voice registered as wrong, Scott knew that something horribly amiss.

As Scott tried to gather himself physically and mentally, movement close by caught his attention.

It's All Coming Back

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John bolted up from the cot he was sleeping on with a gasp, flailing against the thin blanket that had been covering him. There had been someone in their house, someone had come in, managing to bypass all the security he and Aeryn had come up with. John had awoken from sleep, the cold sense that something wasn't right.

He sat on the cot, a thin sheen of sweat on his brow, his heart racing in his chest. "Oh my God," he whispered, his voice raspy with horror and realization. He remembered. He remembered everything.

"Aeryn!" he shouted, scrambling from the cot, fighting with the blanket and tossing it aside in a fit of annoyance. He yanked the bedroom door open and ran out into the hallway, squinting a little in the harsh glare of the hallway lights. "Aeryn!" he shouted again, hoping she was nearby and could hear him, he had no idea what room she was sleeping in. His feet thudded dully against the bare floor, cold against the soles of his feet.

Their daughter was missing, that's why they'd been out, that's how they'd wound up here. They'd been looking for their kidnapped daughter.

"Aeryn!"

[Sam Tyler] Sensory overload (tag River)

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Sam dreamt of steak. A barely cooked steak, chips, and a pint at the pub. He hoped they'd have his favorite lager on tap. It depended on what year it was when he woke up.

Minds stirred. The hive was upset, especially the young queen he watched over. Sam snapped awake, leaping to his feet. The concrete floor was clammy under his bare feet, the air dank, the walls too close. Sam's claws curled instinctively. Those on his feet scored the hard floor.

(Claws?)

Sam blinked down at his sinewy, toned frame. Even with rumpled clothing covering most of it, it wasn't his. The scream that escaped him, especially its ragged, primal edge, definitely wasn't his.

(Escape. Protect. Hunt.)

Sam lunged for the door, crushing the metal shell like tin foil. The ease with which he destroyed it brought him to a halt. He stared at the ruined metal, shaking. Trembling hands. Talon-tipped fingers.

"Sam," the girl-child said from the far side of the room. She was scared, but sympathetic. Sam *felt* it. "Not Ripley. Sam."

[Isabel]

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((OOC: Since this happens before Alia's day 29 thread, I hereby retcon it out of existence. It never happened.))

Isabel stumbled away from the looming trees in the darkness, making her way further and further... away. Away. Escape. Hide.

The echoes of the dreams she'd touched still haunted her.

Another clearing showed her the stars again. She paused, finding comfort in their presence. Unreachable, but calm and safe. Part of her came from them.

As she had done so many times, she scanned the sky, looking for the star which was hers, the world where she'd been Vilandra, the world Kevar still ruled.

She blinked. Kevar? How did she...

The rest of her memories came back in that moment, a rush which overwhelmed her. When awareness returned from the detailed reliving of two entire lives, she found herself sprawled on the ground, her body aching from the impact with it. She got to her feet unsteadily, tested everything. It all seemed to work. Absently she smoothed her hair and clothes, purging the dirt until she was immaculately presented again.

She remembered arriving on the island, remembered Roswell, remembered Max and Michael, remembered Tess, Liz, Maria, Alex - a stab of pain as his face swam through her mind. Jesse, her husband, had been on the boat in the storm. Did he still live? The pain of not knowing was back like it had never been.

Was it just her? She looked around. Time to get back to the bunker.

But there were more memories she hadn't had before. She remembered being Vilandra, remembered having mastery of her powers, swimming in the gloopy ocean, and the final decision which had led her to betray her brother and her people and give the planet over to Kevar and ultimately led her to be reborn here in human form.

It still hurt, but she now knew she had made the right decision then. She'd saved a lot of lives. Kevar had betrayed her, of course, but she'd saved lives.

And with Vilandra's memories came all her powers, the potential Nasedo had talked about but never properly taught them, even Tess. Something they had to discover for themselves, perhaps. Even as she understood some of the processes which had generated her - an advanced human more than an alien hybrid - she realised more of her potential.

Without further hesitation, she opened her mind and quickly located the minds of the people in the bunker. Too far to tell if they were asleep or awake, but they were there, and she set out toward it as surely as if it had been a pillar of flame across open desert.

[McKay] Enter Radek?

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At least a couple hours of sleep, McKay agreed that perhaps it might be a little safer going that mile during daylight hours. He'd agreed as well that it'd also probably be easier to convince someone to come along if it -wasn't- 2 am.

After putting what few experiments 'to bed', the scientist, too, put himself to bed. He fell asleep quickly, tired to the point where even his rapid thoughts weren't enough to cause him to lie awake and ponder the missing theory that would tie the micro and macro worlds together...

The 'eureka' moment, remarkably, came with no little relief. Sleeping through the_event itself, it wasn't until the sun begins to creep up it it's course that he willed himself back to consciousness. He... remembered! Meredith Rodney McKay, PhD... works for the SGC/IOA on Atlantis, is the lead researcher, and-and-and...

Sitting up, he dug at his eyes, discovering, upon reopening them, that the world was blurry. Strange... Digging at his eyes again, he blinked, and tried to focus. Still a 'no-go'. He looked around the room and shook his head. Okay. Not a problem. Time to get up, get a cup of coffee, get to the lab... completely unaware that he'd need the glasses that were set on the side of the bed as he's not quite himself.

[Damon] I Hate This Island

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Damon woke up convinced that whomever coined the phrase “sleeping like a baby” had never shared a room with one. Aaron woke regularly throughout the night, either needing to be fed or changed, usually the former followed immediately by the latter although he sometimes shook things up to give them variety, and Damon had a new understanding of how and why new parents behaved like mindless zombies. Only auto pilot could possibly keep them going.

He tried his best, but there was only so much he could do to help Claire. He wasn’t built to provide for one of Aaron’s needs.

After learning – reluctantly – from Ami that he wasn’t Aaron’s father, nor was he romantically involved with Claire, Damon told Claire what he learned. Up to and including the bits his fellow Tomorrow Person revealed teasingly, “’Course, according to what I wrote, everyone except you and Claire have figured out that you both have it bad for one another.”

The truth of the situation left him on the couch for the night – appropriately so – but still staying by Claire’s side to aid as needed. Damon liked to think that she appreciated the effort and had a soft spot for him lack of memories not withstanding.

With all the thoughts flooding in, it took Damon a moment to realize what was right/wrong. He remembered. Not just the past few days, but everything. He remembered and something was horribly wrong.

The room was too quiet.

(My head is too quiet.)

Damon jerked up abruptly. Impressions and knowledge flitted across his awareness but Damon only registered the knowledge briefly. There was no couch beneath him, but a soft mattress. There was no crying baby, no comforting awareness of Claire and Aaron and the mingled soft breathing of mother and child across the room. Something brushed his shoulders and he batted it away absently.

The complete absence of emotion and thoughts was unsettling. He wrestled and grasped, twisting his mind. Damon stretched and reached but couldn’t feel anything. He couldn’t feel Ami. He couldn’t feel Jon. (They’re gone. My abilities -)

Damon concentrated on being anywhere but where he was. Nothing happened.

He reached mentally again, (Ami? Jon? Ami! Jon!)

(I can’t teleport. I can’t feel the others. I can’t sense -) He brushed at the too long hair, and for the first time noticed the gentle bouncing of his breasts as he did so.

“Breasts?!” Damon shrieked in a voice that was far too high to be his as his softer, paler and non-freckled hands instinctively clutched the bouncing, jiggling – very nice – breasts beneath the thin, silky nightgown.

“Nononononono-“ Damon scrambled out of the bed and made his way to the mirror, already suspecting what would greet him.

He touched his face, stunned and – amazingly – partly amused. “Nope, not Claire. Daisy. I hate this fucking island.”

[Ami] What Next?

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Ami didn’t panic.

First she laughed, half-hysterical, simply because there was nothing else to do. She suspected that there wasn’t much left the island could do to them that could top this, but she didn’t voice the thought aloud.

Then, she picked herself up from the floor where she’d fallen after thinking she could simply roll out of the bed.

Blaise, Ami figured out who’s body she had after checking the dog tags, was a very lucky man, clearly athletic and in bloody good shape. (Otherwise that landing on the floor would have hurt a lot more.) As it was, Ami still had no idea how she’d managed to not scrape Blaise’s face against the floor when she fell.

Getting used to Blaise’s larger and more muscular body took a bit longer. Getting used to the – terrifying – silence in her head . . . well, Ami wasn’t getting used to that.

(We have our memories back. This has to be temporary as well, right?)

It was what she told herself to keep herself from totally freaking out. That and her need to find Scott. The last thing she remembered, before she remembered was trying to keep him in bed while he begged off to visit the toilet.

(Then I woke up as a man.)

That didn’t happen every day.

“Who the bleeding hell am I kidding? Nothing on this island happens every day.” Her voice – Blaise’s voice – was deeper, but her accent remained. She reached futilely for Scott, for Megabyte, for Jon, knowing what the results would be having tried it several times already. Disappointed – and more disturbed than she wanted to let onto due to the lack of Scott and her fellow Tomorrow People – Ami decided to venture forth.

Which would involve getting dressed.

She was pondering where Blaise kept his clothes when the door knob clicked. Without thinking, Ami snatched up a pillow and held it in front of her bare chest and boxers. She yelped, “I’m not decent!” even as the door pushed open.

(Doctor) Another body already? [tag Daniel]

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The Doctor currently remembered bits and pieces of his life. He remembered a lot of his days in the Academy. He had been a prat.

He watched Rose sleep for a while. She seemed to reach for him in her sleep. He chewed on a thumbnail a bit as he pondered this dilemma. He remembered meeting her, remembered some of their travels. But only pieces, out of joint. He knew she meant a great deal to him, more than any other companion, She was a kind of anchor, but he couldn’t pinpoint why. Or why he had slept with her. He didn’t do that. She was human, barely a child. Not only was it immoral, damn the rules of his people, but it meant he was taking advantage.

He left the room they apparently shared and made his way to the security room. Daniel had fount a list of rotations for guard duties and monitoring, so they were pretty much sticking to it. His turn was in two minutes.

He walked into the room to see Daniel staring blankly at the monitors.

“Deep thoughts or have you discovered the premium cable channels and haven’t told the rest of us?” The Doctor placed a hand on Daniel’s shoulder and slapped on that cheeky disarming grin that seemed to work.

He had time enough to register shock as nine hundred plus years of memories suddenly rushed into him, making him stagger back, only to find himself suddenly sitting down, turning to look at… himself.

There he was, all gangly and were his ears really that big? He knew they stuck out a bit, but this was … Right. Wrong time for vanity.

He noticed that everything seemed muffled. He felt half blind, and like he was wearing some heavy cloth that kept him from feeling things. It was suffocating. He also felt… the thrum of a single heart beat.

It wasn’t that one of his had stopped. Somehow he was in Daniel’s body. It felt awkward, slow, like an ill fitting set of clothing. He’d adjust quickly. After eight regenerations one learned to adapt to a new body soon enough.

As if this claustrophobic feeling were not enough, the memories came to the fore. What had he done? He took a deep breath. He could have done without those memories. No, they were part of him.

He shoved them down, but this body wasn’t as good at it. The brain seemed… limited. He noticed then, the loss of his link with the Tardis. He couldn’t feel her there. His last little bit of home, and she was gone!

No, not gone. Linked to his body. He wouldn’t accept any other explanation.

“How do you get around in these little ape brains?” He asked.

[Alia]

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((OOC: As I mentioned in the Isabel post, Alia's previous Day 29 adventure is rather invalidated by this, so it hereby no longer exists))

"Alia!"

Alia opened her eyes, confused. Zoey was standing over her - in her, in the middle of the bed.

"Ah, finally awake I see." She tapped the handlink.

"Zoey? What's going on?" Alia tried to blink the fog of sleep out of her mind. "Has something gone wrong?" She paused as memory returned. "Oh."

"Ah. So you remember not remembering."

"I assume that's why I've not heard from you."

"Without your memories, your thought patterns were altered enough that you couldn't see me anymore. We were working on adjusting the projection parameters, but we didn't manage it."

"Ah. So that's what those sounds I could hear were." She sat up and looked around the small room. "So. Does everybody have their memories back?"

"Yes. A shame it isn't just you. It would make killing Dr Jackson much easier."

"Do I still have to do that?"

"You know the rules, Alia. Don't think about betraying us again. You know what happened last time."

That was one set of memories Alia would rather not have had back.

"I hope you enjoyed your period of blissful ignorance," Zoey continued, "but now you're back in the real world and you have a mission to complete." She tapped the handlink, and the multicoloured door opened. "Do be a good girl and do it quickly, won't you."

[Tara]

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Tara was sleeping like a stone, so to speak; not even the magic coursing through the bunker roused her.

So it was a few minutes before she came to, blinking foggily as the memories rushed back into her mind, abrupt and sudden and bright and real. She knew who she was! She had her memories back! And she now recognized the feeling in the air, the aftermath of a powerful magic spell. A powerful spell that felt wrong, distorted -

Willow!

She scrambled out of bed, glancing around. Oona was sleeping soundly, much to Tara's relief; the other girl needed the rest more than anyone. May was gone, but a quick look at the note on the bedside table explained that. Molly was also missing, and Tara couldn't help but worry.

Across the hall, she could hear a commotion and voices and wailing that sounded like River - who couldn't be handling the abrupt memory return well. Taking a moment to ensure her shields were in place, Tara hurried over to investigate and see if there was anything she could do.

[Kenzaki] I wasn't this a second ago

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Kenzaki had been watching the forest and the outside camp for any sign of hostile activity when his life began to flash before his eyes.

His parents dying - joining BOARD - becoming Blade - meeting Hajime - fighting against his King and sealing the King - the Tigeress' warning - the idea forming in his head - the last fight - leaving Japan - awakening from his injuries, Ripuri and Ashu-san there, checking for his pulse - waking up with no memory at all....

He staggered, and ended up leaning against the bunker wall.

Closing his eyes for a moment, he staggered once more as he seemed to lose all sense of his body. When he opened his eyes again, he was staring at the storeroom ceiling. He sat up, wondering why he was there and what had happened, and then looked down.

Long hair, darker than his own. And breasts. At least he was wearing clothes.

He stood up, noticing the differences in height. His stomach rumbled - was it his? His skin was normal, but his hands more delicate. He didn't remember an asian woman at the bunker....

Resolutely determined to find out what was going on, and also to appease his growling stomach, he sauntered out of the room to find someone who spoke Japanese.

(OOC: Didn't know where Miho was situated, so I put her somewhere. Kenzaki's body is up agains the bunker.)

[Willow] Magical Merry-Go-Round

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Willow had not slept a wink all night. Earlier she'd borrowed a few of Sam and Dean's magic books, and she'd spend the entire night transfixed by them. She still couldn't remember why, but she certainly could feel an intense amount of power emanating from the text. She'd also learned the hard way that one should not read the text out loud without knowing beforehand what the effect would be - working out the translation of librum incendere by saying it out loud had almost cost Sam and Dean one of the books.

Eventually the lack of sleep caught up with her, and after the third time nodding off, Willow decided to call it quits. Closing the book and setting it aside, she got to her feet only to be nearly blown against the wall by an incredible force. Her skin tingling, Willow could feel the power and the magic in the air. Another sudden force hit her, and with it came a rush of memories: Charlie Brown Christmas at Xander's house; meeting Buffy and learning about Vampires for the first time; her first time with Oz; her last fight with Xander before he left her. Her entire life of lost memories returned, bringing tears to her eyes from the emotion. Blinking her eyes to clear the tears, she didn't notice the last bit of magic until she refocused.

She was not where she had been before. In front of her was an old monochrome CRT screen with the numbers 4 8 15 16 23 and 42 typed on it, and somewhere was a loud klaxon blaring. Looking down she saw her finger (NOT her finger!!) poised above a key labeled 'Execute'. In disbelief she blinked and rubbed her eyes again.

The scene changed again. This time she was sitting in front of a screen with a simple chess game displayed. It took her a moment to realize that the reason the screen and surrounding area looked strange was because she had no depth perception, and touching her face confirmed that she was wearing an eye patch.

"No, no, no! Someone is playing with some powerful magics!" said Willow, disturbed to find her voice was male with a heavy Eastern European accent. Catching on to a pattern, she decided to experiment and closed her eyes for a moment. She was rewarded with another scene change upon opening them again, this time it was a large metal room with a large pool of water in the center and a blinking yellow/orange light through a door in the distance.

Willow closed and reopened her eyes several more times, each time being rewarded with a different unusual scene - the worst was standing over a pit filled with hundreds of old decayed corpses. Finally the cycle brought her back to where she'd started. Just to be sure, she ran across the hallway and checked her reflection in the mirror - red hair, both eyes, no eye patches, still have breasts. "I'm me again!" she exclaimed.

Willow became concerned as she realized that this might very well be going on all over the bunker. Realizing that she was likely one of the best people to combat the spell, she headed for the other side of the bunker, where she could find help amongst the other magically gifted people.

[Mayday] How to invite Murphy's Law... (take 2)

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((OOC: This takes place before May and Hiro bodyswap, I'm just getting her out of the bedroom. I figure she'll get her memories back a few minutes before they swap. OKAY, I DON'T THINK ANYONE'S IN THE LAUNDRY ROOM AND IF YOU ARE, YOU'RE DISTRACTED AND NEVER SAW HER. XD))

Sleep didn't come easily to May. The few hours she got were plagued by vague and fuzzy dreams, flashes of images, faceless people, scenes that didn't seem to have any connection except for all the spiders. It was around 4 in the morning when she woke up again and gave up trying to sleep.

She wrote a quick note for her roommates, not wishing to disturb them or worry them unnecessarily before slipping out of the room, taking her backpack with her. The events of the past day or so were still nagging at her. She'd ripped off a metal door with her bare hands, walked on walls, woke up on the ceiling - what was she? Her belongings didn't seem out of the ordinary; what if she was some kind of lab rat who'd been normal before she became someone's science experiment? What if the experiment was still going on, and she might... change even more?

Somehow, she found herself in the laundry room, which was fortunately empty. May set her pack down on top of the dryer and started picking through the contents, looking for further clues. There wasn't much, really; the wallet and ID and photo didn't tell her much more than she'd already figured out. There wasn't anything in them that explained her weird abilities.

Now the metal bracelets... those were another story.

She slipped one on thoughtfully, studying it for a moment. In the chaos of the day, she'd completely forgotten about the discovery she'd made earlier: the trigger, when pressed, discharged some sort of sticky fluid. Like a spiderweb.

Wait. Spider web. Dreaming of giant spiders. That just couldn't be coincidental.

As she stared at the bracelet, trying to piece everything together, the air suddenly became heavy, and her mind fogged - then cleared just as abruptly as the memories flooded back, so fast and so much that she nearly fell over from the shock. She staggered and caught herself on the dryer, shaking her head to clear it. Now she remembered. And here she was, sitting in the middle of the cafeteria playing with her web-shooters where anyone could see! Good thing she hadn't dug out her Spider-Girl mask earlier. Her costume was gone, but the mask was still stuffed in the inside zipper pocket of her backpack. Explaining that plus the web-shooters? Hoo-boy. I really dodged a bullet that time.

Of course, she discovered a few seconds later, she'd just completely jinxed herself.