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[thebonelady]

Strange Island Happening Weekends happened to be Temperance's favorite kind of weekends, even when they shifted away from weekends. That was, of course, after the relaxed domestic weekends where she and her family-- her family-- could walk the beach and look for evidence of giant squid

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[vvdanicavv]

Hawkeye was feeling restless. Ever since he'd acquired this body he'd found himself frequently irritated with the island, all dressed up and nowhere to go but the same old rounds of Compound and beach, rec room and kitchen. It was fun seeing how spooked everybody was, and winding people up by musing on whether if the wind changed they'd all stay that way, but it got old pretty fast.

He was prowling, on the search for people to annoy or flirt with, or drinks to consume, when he noticed the woman and her sign. Well, that could kill a few minutes. And he always had been keen to help encourage scientific endeavour.

"Smart idea," he said, strolling over. "Make yourself a sign and give yourself an official title, and people'll actively volunteer to let you stick your nose in their business. Like me, for instance."

[thebonelady]

"I do have an official title," Temperance informed the woman, head tilting as she tried to decipher whether or not the woman was changed-- she suspected yes, and she did suspect a male inhabitant, but there was a certain brusque air to her as well. Perhaps it was just personality.

"I'm a doctor of forensic psychology, and a Council representative."

[vvdanicavv]

"Ooh, fancy!" Hawkeye said, snatching up a nametag and scrawling 'Hawkeye' on it. "They have forensic psychology now? I'd have thought corpses made poor interview subjects, but what do I know? My area of expertise is strictly below the neck."

He stuck the nametag in the middle of his chest, just above his cleavage, and settled back in his chair.

"So. I woke up all lady-shaped this morning. Is there anything you can tell me about that, or am I meant to be telling you?"

[thebonelady]

"You're meant to be telling me. About how it feels, if your basic nature has changed, or if you feel like yourself, I suppose." Temperance glanced at the diaper/laptop bag where a much more detailed survey rests, one with rankings and numbers and a lot less about feelings.

But the people here generally don't do well with those options.

"You were originally a man?"

[wormholed]

John selected a nametag from the stack, grabbing up a pen which he booped against his daughter's nose. He stared at the blank tag for only a moment before writing Dark and handsome stranger and slapping it to his shirt. "Eh?" he asked his wife. "Eh?"

[thebonelady]

"I don't know if I would qualify you as dark," Temperance said, but the smile was struggling against her better efforts. "Or a stranger, to most people."

Diana tossed the plush fish in the air. "Daddy! Man turn woman!"

[wormholed]

"Babe," John drawled as he caught the fish, "come on. We are missing out on some prime roleplaying opportunities here. Why don't..."

He picked up another tag, scribbling something on it and sticking it to her shirt. "You be 'Temperance Brennan, Unsuspecting Wife of Said Bodyswapped Dark and Handsome Stranger.' Or we could do it the other way around. I'm equal opportunity when it comes to ravishing."

[thebonelady]

"I believe most people have a rule about not participating in sexual contact during this period of time," Temperance said, but her expression suggested she wasn't entirely sure of her agreement here. "Does this mean you're you or not you?"

She grinned, closing the notebook. "I mean, is there some dark and mysterious stranger occupying your body?"

[wildlyconflictd]

There were a million and one questions Johnny had about how the hell this could even have happened -- just a few more to add to an ever growing list -- and he was happy enough to slap on a name tag when offered.

Pepper knew a hell of a lot more people than Johnny had realized, and getting mistaken for her was starting to get just a little bit annoying.

The first few moments were a little awkward as Johnny contemplated Pepper's breasts in a way that was, for the first time, completely innocent, but he finally placed a name tag reading JOHNNY STORM on his blouse with a little frown.

The end of this little experiment couldn't come fast enough, as far as he was concerned.

[thebonelady]

"Johnny Storm," Temperance recorded aloud. "In the body of-- Pepper Potts, I believe." She wrote it in careful letters in the notebook, and then tipped her head. "Are you willing to answer a few questions, Mr. Storm?"

[wildlyconflictd]

She was pretty, but the observation was about as far as Johnny could get in this state. Discovering early on that Pepper was very much attracted to men had been only one of the many distressing things about this switch Johnny was dealing with.

"Sure," he answered, folding his hands in front of him. "Are you doing this just because you're being all science-y, or can you actually help?"

[thebonelady]

Temperance raised an eyebrow. "Help you back into your body? Not likely. These events usually run their course in much the same way a strong storm does." She digs up a clipboard, scribbling out his names. "Now, did you do anything out of the usual before you went to bed last night?"

[dickgout]

Considering the state I'd found my old body in the day before, name tags sounded like a fucking great idea. There would be no girly dancing around in this body, no sir. I was all man.

"Ma'am," I nodded to the woman at the table as I bent and scrawled 'CALIBAN LEANDROS' across a name tag.

[justsookie]

Not a few minutes after I'd first happened across Jason sitting on a rock with an unwanted set of knockers and looking as though he were about to bawl his eyes out, I made the decision to start scouring the island for my big brother's body, in the hopes that getting it in the same room as him might encourage some sort of magical switcharoo to get him back in the right spot. When I noticed that a great deal of the affected seemed to be congregating in the same place, I decided to hang out in the hopes of catching sight of that familiar head of blond hair.

The plan worked.

Stubbornly weaving through the people milling about, I managed to approach Jason-- or, well, his body-- from behind and grabbed him-- her?-- on the shoulder. "Excuse me," I began, "I think you've got my brother's body?"

And then caught sight of the nametag, face immediately blanching. At that point, I did what I very rarely did-- but given all the realizations that had suddenly come raining down, can you really blame me?

"Oh, fuck."

[dickgout]

"Hooooleeee hell, you said the f-word!" I replied in delight, and pointed at Sookie. "Don't you think I'm gonna forget this- Wait."

It took a minute for my brain to catch up with what she'd just said, during which I just stared at her, dumbfounded. "Are you sayin' what I think you're sayin'?" I asked, eyes narrowing.

If she was talking about incest, that dog just wasn't gonna hunt, no fucking way.

[justsookie]

"Oh, quiet," I snapped in reply, reaching a hand out to slap Jason's-- no, Cal's-- hand away, not that it really made a difference who it was in that moment. Both were incredibly frustrating presences in my life. "Watch where you point that finger, mister."

And then proceeded to stare blankly at Cal, eyes narrowing in confusion until they suddenly flew open and my feet stumbled back a few steps. "Jason-- wait, no, shoot-- Cal!" I yelped, suddenly shuddering all over and trying to shake off the crawling sensation all over my skin. "Gross, no. No, Jason's dealin' with the prospect of havin' to sit to pee, and even if he was in your body, he'd shoot somethin' off with a shotgun before tryin' anything. No."

With an apprehensive look, I stopped to catch my breath, barely even able to look at the weird hybrid from the corner of my eyes. Because really, brother and... interest, those things just didn't mix well. "It just means I have no idea who was in your body," I added with a wince.

[sortofaman]

A study sounds official enough to make me think maybe I can get an understanding of what's going on. I've heard about these things before - seen it happen - but I've never experienced any of it until now. And while I'd usually be a little timid to put myself in a situation where I don't know what will be expected of me, I feel pretty okay with the idea right now.

Since I don't have much else to do while I wait for this to end, I go and grab a name tag, putting the name CYD SHERMAN in big letters on it so she could put it on her shirt.

[anger_sideways]

The still was becoming something of a past time for him. He wasn't certain if it could be called a past time given that it was more recent than not, but it kept Grigg occupied and a little drunk off the fumes.

Having spotted this little gathering when he came back to get himself a manual for further reading he had fixed a nametag to his own chest.

GRIGG HARRIS looked a lot more impressive in the body of a guy who was better known as Hawkeye. Smiling at the guy, he read the name on his chest. "Holy cow, this happened to half of everyone, didn't it?"

[sortofaman]

I'd be lying if I didn't admit I wasn't a little relieved to see I'm not the only one I know going through this. The person talking to me isn't familiar, but the name on his tag is.

"I can't believe this is still going on," I bemoan, frowning. "Do you know how long this usually lasts?"

[anger_sideways]

Grigg shook his head. As long as he had been here this hadn't happened. He had been told about such things, but knowing and experiencing were very different things.

"No idea. I thought it was one of those one time things that I had missed out on. Apparently not."