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[anewwaive]

Being in the body of some random, kind of skeezy guy was a lot like going through grief. There stages involved and while there were considerably fewer dead bodies (thank God), it pretty much the same thing.

First, there was the ‘oh my God’ stage, which she had run through pretty fast, followed by the ‘I need about three drinks and four cigarettes

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[all_happening]

She wasn't sure exactly how, but Penny it was certain it was Gideon and not someone who looked like him that she was looking at when she walked into the kitchen, Gideon-as-Karen at her side. Still, the sight was enough to make her freeze where she stood, mouth dropping open. If she knew Gideon, and she was pretty damn sure she did, he would never want to be caught dead looking like that.

"Oh, what the fuck," she swore loudly, not caring who else was around to hear. Maybe it wasn't as fucked up as whoever was in there breaking up with her, but it was pretty fucking bad all the same."

[callofkaren]

Gideon wasn't finding himself any less fucking irritated as time went on, even though he at least had good company to take his mind off shit. His mood considerably damped when he walked into the kitchen after Penny, looking up and seeing

"Oh, fuck no," he swore, already stepping forward, forgetting for a moment how bad a fucking idea that was, all things considered. "Fuck no. What the hell did you do to me?!"

Like he needed more of a reason to be pissed off as hell as the person in his body.

[anewwaive]

There was really nothing quite as delicious as a boar meat sandwich with everything on it. Well, there were, but since the island was running a little short on steaks with a side order of steak-cut fries, this would have to do.

Rolling her (his) eyes at the entrance of the infamous Mrs van der Bass knock-off and what she could only assume to be the real occupant of this body, Blair swallowed. "I cleaned you, probably for the first time in a really long time. Please, don't die of shock on me."

[all_happening]

Penny could still only gape, not sure whether she should be horrorstruck or just plain pissed. With the events of that morning, though, she was leaning towards the latter. It was still hard for her to get over how fucked up that was.

"Who the fuck are you, anyway?" she asked after a moment's pause, not even knowing what else there was to say. Some psycho bitch, that was for sure. At this point, she felt secure in being able to assume that it was a girl in there.

[turnthebadinme]

Serena slumped forward in the kitchen, sitting at a table with a cup of coffee and her head in her hands. This day was incredibly fucked up, and the only thing that could have made it weirder was if she'd been in someone else's body, which apparently Blair was, except that she couldn't find Blair anywhere. As far as she could tell, B wouldn't be in the body of the dude currently in Blair -- which, okay, oh god, gross, she wasn't thinking about it that way ever again -- so trying to hunt him down was pointless. She tried to run through the places Blair might be as she sat, barely noticing as someone came into the room.

[anewwaive]

"Serena!" Blair called, seeing her best friend completely ignore her as she entered the kitchen. She could be more bothered by this, but one of the stages of coping with the whole 'I'm in the body of what might have been one of the more disgusting men in the world' situation meant eating really good sandwiches. And any remnants of cake that were left lying around.

"Serena, you have to try this sandwich. Oh em gee, it's worth dying for."

[turnthebadinme]

Serena knit her brow, her mouth twisted into something that was both a smile and a frown. "O-kay," she said slowly. "Sure. What kind is it?" She stood to walk over, prepared to play nice. The guy looked like Gideon, whom she'd liked pretty well, but she wasn't actually sure it was him. He looked different, neater. Either way, she hadn't really taken him for an 'oh em gee' kind of guy.

[anewwaive]

"Boar, but I don't think they have any other kind of meat."

Not like roast beef or ham. Didn't they have pigs or something around here? Maybe chickens? Couldn't they just slaughter something and roast that up? People were so picky about their livestock. Then realising that S still didn't recognise her, Blair rolled her eyes and sighed, which was a pretty impressive feat given that the body she was in wasn't exactly predisposed to this sort of thing.

"It's me, S, Blair."

[belongsomeplace]

"Hey," says Jim, smiling when he spots Gideon pouring himself a drink. He hasn't been looking for him, not actively, but he's been wanting to run into him for a while. "Today's a pretty weird day, huh? Listen, I've got some reefer if you want to go someplace. Can't always bum it off you, right?" Only after he says it does he really look him up and down. "Hey, you got a new girl or something?"

[anewwaive]

Weird day didn't really begin to describe this whole thing, but Blair was pretty certain the James Dean wasn't talking her, but rather the definitely sketchy guy to whom this body belonged to.

Swallowing the food she was chewing, she stared at him blankly for a moment and nodded. "Um, yeah, definitely a weird day."

[belongsomeplace]

"So do you want to come, or... maybe you got better things to do?" says Jim. Sure looks like Gideon is trying to impress somebody; maybe Jim's interrupted him in the middle of some special occasion.

[anewwaive]

Blair shook her head, because she didn't really have anything better to do. Any good multi-step plan was meant to be thrown out in the moment of actualisation or something anyways.

"Sure, though I should probably mention something," she cleared her throat. "I'm not Gideon. The name is Vanessa." Gag her with a spoon, keeping up an act was annoying.