The Bodyswap Post
One: Nothing Wrong With Me
In the blink of an eye, disaster strikes: disaster, in the form of a chaotic misassociation of minds and bodies. Everyone immediately blames Headmaster Birony. But for once, zaniness isn't her fault; a faulty spell has collapsed and sprawled across the campus like so much mayonnaise falling from an ice cream scoop, infused with powerful chaotic energies that make it so difficult to counteract.
And so here you are: trapped in a body that is not yours.
Something's Got To Give
At the same time, the multicolored, feathered, amorphous blob monster has emerged without warning, lurching from its attenuated connections with the two innocent students who were used for its summonings into the light of day once more. As they promised, the faculty immediately springs into action, capturing the beast in an immense and convoluted magical cage, which it promptly squirts out of because it is now the size of a cantaloupe.
In this form, the creature has no power beyond annoyance, and the staff are pretty distracted at the moment (Professor King, for example, is currently a frog), so catching it is low priority. Students are advised to be cautious around it, as it has a tendency to gnaw on things like homework, legs, buildings, and complicated spellwork. On the other hand, wouldn't catching it be worth some renown and recognition -- especially if you managed it in a body not your own?
Push Me Again, This Is The End
Perhaps shockingly, the Sundered aren't the only people affected by this mess of Modification. Students by the dozen find themselves in the wrong bodies, and that means the Magicademy is chaos. Cat familiars given human form raid the newly-reopened Great Hall, stealing every piece of food they can and knocking down every glass, book, or valuable item left on a horizontal surface above ground height. Unscrupulous souls take advantage of the anonymity in new forms to steal, bully, swipe, or even just catch a glimpse of attractive students of their desired gender at inopportune moments. Others are taking respect of their new bodies so far that they, well, kind of smell thanks to their unwillingness to bathe. Though classes continue as normal, attendance is a nightmare. In short, chaos rules the Magicademy, and spills over uncomfortably often into those doing their best to muddle through...
LET THE BODIES HIT THE FLOOR! LET THE BODIES HIT THE FLOOR! LET THE BODIES HIT THE FLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOR!
This is the wildcard option.
We just wanted to put that in a heading.
Bodies? Bodyswap? Get it? Eh? Eh? Never mind... |
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[He smacks his own face with a flipper, but not because of what Atem is doing so much as the fact that Atem thought of it first. Foolish! Foolish, he could have been writing!]
ITS NOA
[It's hard to write when you have webbed feet ok.]
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[With a nod, at the words on the ground.. Atem motions to himself with his new tail before rearranging the dirt to spell his own name]
ATEM
[It's not much better with a tail]
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[Yet Another Penguin Groan!
But anyway.]
now what
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GET HELP
[Meaning the professors perhaps, or from students that were not affected. The answer left much to be interpreted and desired]
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Noa just gestures to the quiet chaos around them now. There's people swapped with everyone at this point. No one is in their right place. The teachers themselves don't seem to quite be...well. Themselves.
...BUT FINE HE'LL HUMOR YOU!]
FROM WHO