Friday Dinner

[red_ponytail]

The island was up to its usual tricks, and while Bill empathised with the people who had woken up that morning in someone else's body - he'd been through it, once upon a time - he was relieved he'd been unaffected this go round

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[sexualtourettes]

Davos had hated the last time he'd woken up in someone else's body. As an exile from his own land, been driven from his body as well was the last thing he wanted. In a weaker body and without his luck, he had felt dangerously vulnerable. Still, if not for those three days he would not have met Eden so he supposed it had been worth it in the end

[codexthepriest]

When Danica spotted Fitch, the relief she felt was strange and entirely unwelcome. She couldn't stop herself from gravitating towards him though and since Asher couldn't help her, he seemed to be the next person she turned to. At that realisation, she felt queasy for reasons completely unrelated to nerves or anxiety.

So it was with a hand over her mouth, and her eyes bulging as she held down her stomach that she approached him. "Fitch." She managed to get a little bit of her old self in the name and she glanced up automatically, expecting to see the usual flinch. "You have to fix me." She was dying.

[sexualtourettes]

Davos didn't recognize the girl but he felt his body brightening despite himself. This girl needed him and so he felt the overwhelming desire to do right by her so that she would like him. Which was fair enough he supposed, there was much use in being well liked.

Still, in this case, he had no choice but to disappoint both her and his body.

"My pardons, m'lady," he told her earnestly, "but I doubt there is much I can do."

[codexthepriest]

"I will never be mean to you again if you try and help me," Danica bargained, and it turned out there might have been one perk to this body because the promise actually sounded genuine. Of course, she'd backtrack as soon as she was safe but Fitch didn't have to know that. "And I'll let you grab my...my..." Awkward didn't even begin to cover it. Danica gestured vaguely at her breasts before self-consciousness took over and she dropped her hands, shoulders hunched. She forced the rest of the words out. "...chest...ornaments once a week."

[waltsnothereman]

Honestly, Abby wasn't all that upset about her new body. She wasn't a zen ex con cop this time, she wasn't someone who was pregnant or a superhero or even someone who was really dumb. She was Wanda, whom she'd talked to before and respected as a person and a doctor. Sure, being a blonde was weird, and she felt very uncomfortable in her skin for some reason, plus she'd woken up and gone for a run, but it wasn't that bad.

One thing she was worried about, though, was the fact that she hadn't found her body yet. Whoever had it better not treat it badly, that was all she could say, and in hopes that she'd see herself, she went to Friday dinner as usual.

"Hey Coffee Guy," she greeted Bill cheerfully, and then blinked at the fact that her usual attraction to Bill, whom she saw naked on a regular basis, apparently made this body have bad squidgy feelings. Weird. She hadn't known Wanda had an aversion to men.

[abbysciuto]

Coffee was officially Lorne's least favorite word. He never wanted to so much as see another cup of the stuff once he was back to his green self again. Did it come in fun colors or with fancy swizzle straws or tiny umbrellas? Nuh-uh.

His new body, darling as it was, seemed to have a certain affinity for it. And whatever Lola wants... Lorne has been trying to make sure she gets. It just didn't seem right to be a poor house guest.

"That isn't his real name, right...?" Because really, on an island that thought trading bodies was a hoot and a half, why not have a man named Coffee Guy?

[waltsnothereman]

It was really weird to look at yourself and not in a mirror. The voice, she wasn't so worried about. She'd heard recordings of her voice more than once, so that was almost normal, but the face, it was just weird, and in more than one way. At the same time, she was relieved that she wasn't wearing pastels or tanned or anything. Apparently whoever had her body was treating it nicely.

"Hey, you have my body," she said happily. "I've been wondering who got it. Who are you normally?"

That didn't answer the question about Bill's name, but they'd get there. Who had her body was more importnat.

[abbysciuto]

Huh. Well, if it wasn't a small island after all.

"I'm normally Lorne. About yay high, superb fashion scene, green... Ah, you'd know me if you saw me; I kind of stick out like a sore thumb around here. But enough about me - you're Abby! Sorry about the abrupt eviction there, darlin'."

He obviously didn't have any more control over the situation than she did, but it never hurt to be polite when you were speaking to the owner of the body you were magically inhabiting.

[nerdinacape]

Karen knew Grigg was a little absent minded from time to time -- or rather, he switched trains of thought more than most people did -- but that didn't really help when she was actually in his body, with his brain.

After the awkward scene with Eden, Karen was all too happy to get dressed (she'd have work up to taking a shower later) and do her best to find Nick, her own body or Grigg. None of that had happened, because somewhere between the boarding house and the compound, the still had popped into mind, and she was most of the way there before she realized where she was headed.

By the time she actually made it to the compound, the still had some kinks worked out of it, she smelled like a distillery, her (Grigg's) hair was probably standing on end from how often Grigg's hands tended to run through it, and she was starving. Heading toward the kitchen was the first thing on her mind.

[anger_sideways]

It had been a long time since Grigg had woken up with a hangover. The fact that he could remember when it was said a lot about his alcohol drinking tendencies -- namely that he didn't really have them.

The same could not be said about this body. This body which one careful look in the mirror had told him didn't belong to just anyone. It belonged to one of the coolest guys from one of his favourite shows as a kid. He didn't know if he should be thrilled by this turn of events or worried that he only got to fully enjoy while under a fine layer of booze.

Half-starved, he had immediately picked up a plate to start heaping food onto it when he had spied a very familiar form. "Hey, who are you?" he said, gesturing with a muffin filled hand at his body.

[nerdinacape]

"Karen Filippelli," she immediately answered, though still focused on the food she was putting onto her own plate. "Except right now I'm Grigg Harris, and I'm incredibly hungry."

[anger_sideways]

"Karen," Grigg got a little excited at the fact that the person who was in his body was someone he knew. Part of his brain felt mildly betrayed because Karen was not her usual attractive female self, but that was overruled by more pressing matters.

"It's me, Grigg. I just look like Hawkeye from MASH."

[the_beta]

Felicia has come to notice that there is an annoyingly high about of frowning and brow furrowing that goes on without noticing. Couple that with the fact that pretty much everything she typically enjoys causes her to feel like she's about to be swept off to sea while people drown for liking and she's pretty much miserable.

Or as miserable as she'll let herself be. This might be one of the weirder days in life, but she's going to force some joy, light heartedness and good old-fashioned poor decision making through this body if it kills her. Hopefully it won't.

Sliding into a chair dressed in clothing that is age appropriate, she scratches idly at her cheek before looking around the room. Maybe she should go poke around for a bit of tea or something.

[captainjack]

Jack hadn't been kidding about how much he needed to eat. Remus is so used to getting lost in study, to wandering the island and not realizing he's missed a meal that it's actually rather annoying, how often an ache in his head or a growl in his gut drags him back to the kitchen.

Maybe if he eats a big dinner, he can finish some truly arousal-killing literature by the American puritans in time to turn in.

Or he could spot a familiar (though, actually, seeing it from behind is fairly surreal) mop of brown hair at one of the tables, and forget about eating altogether. "Hi," he says, Jack's body easing around the chairs and inserting him at, well, his own shoulder. "So, you're me," he observes, eyes flicking down at the clothes before lifting in an eloquent roll. She must have borrowed them from Sirius. After, well, borrowing rather more from Sirius.

[the_beta]

Eyebrows raising, Felicia tries to look as unassuming as possible. This includes slouching a bit more and wondering if she should try to army crawl across the floor to avoid having a conversation and still manage to get tea.

The gut reaction fills her with just a little self-loathing as Felicia Hardy does not try to avoid people, especially not handsome strangers. That's just not her style. Challenges are meant to taken head on, possibly with a taser in hand.

"Appears I am," she says with a shrugs. "Don't worry, I'm taking good care of you."

[red_ponytail]

"Hey, Remus," Bill greeted automatically when he saw the other man walk in. "Or are you someone else at the moment?" He didn't really know this younger Remus very well, so it was difficult to say.

[yeah_wow_lovely]

There were many aspects of waking up as drugged up teenage girl that Cable wasn't completely happy with. One of them was how painfully weak she was. If he was any judge at all, she needed to eat more. And also build up some muscles but that took more time. So he'd headed to the compound for lunch and grabbed a plate of chow mein.

In any case, his body seemed to be comforted by being in the kitchen and, as much as Cable needed to be the one in control here, he was willing to take that. It didn't mean anything.

He realized he was smiling again, which seemed to happen anytime he wasn't paying attention, and hurriedly reset it into a grim frown.

[faithanbegorrah]

Terry tends to keep out of the way of strange goings on when she isn't involved, but this is a little too strange not to observe, if only for a little while.

The kitchen seems the best place to observe (and she does have to eat, after all), though she arrives just as it seems to be at its busiest. That doesn't stop her, however, and she apologizes as she does her best not to knock over a frail-looking girl as she works her way toward the food.

[yeah_wow_lovely]

"Its fine, Theresa," Cable replied flatly when she apologized. "I'm not as weak as I look."

He actually was probably weaker but, by the dream, he wasn't going to admit that.

[faithanbegorrah]

Terry comes to a stop and turns around when the girl says her name. And not just Terry, but Theresa, which very few people call her. "...I'm sorry, do I know ye?"