75 Godiva, Saturday noonish

[whoisalicewhite]

Parker had been parkouring (ha!) around Fandom last night, and had come home to collapse on the bed, the nice big bed, to enjoy unconsciousness. She was still enjoying unconsciousness.

Hang on. Wait up.

Something very odd going on. She wasn't going to open her eyes until she figured it out.

[ooc: for the boyfriends first, open after.]

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[age_of_the_geek]

Weird. Hardison could have sworn that he'd rolled over and snuggled up to Parker, but his hands were definitely not feeling any of what his sleep-fogged was calling 'Parker-curves.'

Huh. Weird. But the chest beneath his hands certainly didn't feel like Eliot's either.

[whoisalicewhite]

"Hardison hands," Parker mumbled sleepily, since they didn't have the callouses that Eliot's did. Except.. wait, no. Whaaat?

She patted at the hands. Then patted at her own hands. Okay this was a dream, right?

"Confused."

[age_of_the_geek]

"Shh, mama," he said, patting her with his soft hands. "Sleepin'."

Wait. Why didn't his voice sound right?

[whoisalicewhite]

So, those were Hardison words, but not Hardison voice. To go along with the not-Hardison's-hands.

Also, Parker was lying on something she usually wasn't lying on. "...did we switch bodies?"

[vdistinctive]

Eliot, on the other hand, had been awake for a little while yet, and was fully conscious of what the island had wrought. He'd gotten up for long enough to throw on one of the sports bras he had tucked into his closet from last time this happened, then wandered back over to sit and watch Parker's expression when she figured out what was up.

He knew it was Parker because the person had a very distinctive . . . Parkerness to them.

If it wasn't Parker, he was going to be very pissed off.

[whoisalicewhite]

Oh look. Parker's brain was slowly getting to the point of noticing people and things outside of the bed. She yawned, then stared, then smiled a little. "You're so pretty too. You always are. But even more now." Hee. She looked down at herself, and poked herself in the ribs with a frown. "I'm really skinny, hunh?"

[vdistinctive]

"Mmhm," Eliot reached over to ruffle her hair. It was a nice length for ruffling just now. "That part hasn't actually changed, darlin'."

[whoisalicewhite]

Eliot-voice was always nice, and unmistakable, even when it was slightly higher, and Eliot was slightly taller. Parker blinked back, shaking her head, noticing that her hair just brushed the nape of her neck now. Also: "Whiskers! I have whiskers!" All prickly and sticky and weird. She rubbed both hands over her face, grinning. "So weird. Does it make me look older?"