Bodyswitch Begins! (Semi- closed rp for Lizzy, Jilly, Darcy, Robin, and Simkin)

[fine_eyes_lizzy]

Lizzy was sitting in the Ravenclaw Common Room, absently reading a book. She was dressed as she normally was, in an Empire- waisted gown.

Despite the fact that she had been reading for a good quarter of an hour, she hadn't read more than several pages. Her thoughts were occupied with pleasanter thoughts (mainly of Simkin) and more confused musings

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[artsy_jilly]

As it happened, Jilly was in an abandoned classroom which had good light. She was standing in front of an easel which she'd acquired from God only knew where, painting. Right now, it was hard to say what she was supposed to be painting, but she'd already gotten paint in her hair. She was dressed in a big, loose-fitting sweatshirt and jeans... in other words, standard Jilly clothing.

A sudden feeling of dizziness swept through her, and she set the paintbrush she was holding down and took a few steps back. It was definitely time to find something else to do for a while.

[silk_simkin]

Simkin was lounging in his room in Ravenclaw, flicking idly through a book and thinking about Miss Bennet. He'd been doing this alarmingly often lately, usually in conjunction with what Robin had said. Followed by a dismissal of the warning.

He was Simkin, he cared not a jot. Honestly.

He stared around the room, and snorted in disgust. This colour scheme was terrible. So, in the blink of an eye, it changed to a dark, smoky redwood, highlighting the darker wood of the furniture.

Better. Much better.

[fine_eyes_lizzy]

Lizzy had no idea where Simkin might be, however, and wandered around the Common Room. She glanced up the stairs to the men's dormitories a moment, curious.

She wasn't feeling entirely forward enough to wander up the stairs to try and find Simkin's room (the thought made her blush) so she sat down on the steps, with a sudden headache. The thought was forward and could rival Lydia's most inane babbling in silliness, but not dizzying, so why did her head start hurting?

Lizzy closed her eyes and shook her head to clear it, and, rather suddenly, found herself standing in front of an easel.

She blinked, in the hopes that she was just seeing things. Sadly, she wasn't.

[artsy_jilly]

Suddenly, Jilly found herself sitting on the stairs leading up to what she knew perfectly well was the Ravenclaw boys' dormitory.

"What the hell?" she asked in a distinctly British accent. Then she looked down at the clothes she was wearing. They weren't hers. They were too old-fashioned and hard to move in to be hers at all.

Jilly wasn't normally a shrieker, but as the saying went, there was a first time for everything, so Jilly indeed shrieked in alarm.

[silk_simkin]

Simkin heard a shriek, and for a second didn't move. Then it sank into his brain that the shriek was decidedly familiar, and within moments he was flying down the stairs.

"Elizabeth!" He cried as he reached the bottom, his eyes wild as he forgot his manners in his haste. "What is wrong, my dear? Was it Darcy again?"

He's looking very concerned, and there's almost a glimmer of anger there. He's actually worried. Aww.

[robinthepuck]

Well, this was new! Robin had gone to sleep a dashingly handsome Puck - well endowed to say the least - and had woken up a rather charming young girl. Far from alarmed (can we say 'the head of an ass'?), Robin had found the whole thing quite delightful. After a long, leisurely bath in which he spent ample time exploring his new body, Robin dressed himself - admittedly a bit clumsily, but he managed just fine. Binding the top of the emerald green dress together as he remembered other woman of centuries past doing, Robin admired the way his (her!) body filled out the dress with curves in all the right places. With his hair streaming around his shoulders in casual disarray, Robin had to admit, this body just screamed sultry innocence. His favorite kind

[ugly_imp]

((I got permission from Robin-mun. Is it socking if my characters don't actually interact even though they're in the same thread?))

Tyrion was still drinking his coffee and considering what to do next. There was a commotion on the stairs, but he ignored it for the moment, as shrieking females weren't really to his taste.

Then the common room door swung open and... Seven hells! Was that Sansa? Swishing her hips seductively?

Oh, hells. It was someone else in Sansa's body, he was fairly certain.

Still... He ought to go rescue her before she wound up doing something the real Sansa would have regretted.

'Damn, I'm chivalrous of a sudden,' he thought as he sauntered over to her.

"Well, hello there. You seem remarkably cheerful this morning."

[robinthepuck]

Looking up at Tyrion from under coquettishly lowered lashes, Robin turned his new body's full lips up into a very suggestive smile. "Oh, there's lots of things to be cheerful about," he breathed. "Not the least of which is stumbling upon such excellent company

[ugly_imp]

Yes, definitely not Sansa.Well, maybe she was the Sansa he'd guiltily dreamed about sometimes.

He was intrigued enough to move closer to her, his gaze lingering on her cleavage for a moment.

"The same seems to have happened to me, sweetling," he murmured. "I think you have the right of it."

He was very close to her now, and he reached down to tangle his fingers in her hair and then bent--gods help him, this was a novel experience--so he could kiss her.