OPEN MINGLING LOG

[initiates]

Date & Time: March 7th - March 13th, 3313.
Location: Back in Exsilium again!
Characters: Everyone
Summary: After the adventures in art theft, everyone is returned to Exsilium to find things get shaken up again. Again, bodyswapping. Feel free to use this log as a general open log for everyone, there's no specific setting or time! Run into each other in bars, in shady abandoned buildings, in the Housing, in the middle of the street, anywhere you'd like.

They'll get this all sorted out by the time you get back, don't worry.

Someone's definition of "all sorted out" is clearly a little skewed. Some people arrived back in Exsilium returned to their original bodies, some people have stayed exactly the same, and some people have found themselves in even stranger new bodies than they were in before. All Initiative employees are hard at work on the problem, working with the AI as they run test after test on the Transporter to find a fix. They clearly weren't expecting this result any more than you were!

But in the meantime, enjoy your next five days in your rental body! Live it up in a bar, hit the streets, or never leave your apartment and hope you never ever have to pee, the choice is yours. Although the original owner of your new body might want at least a little say in it.

Comments

[layback]

[ He imagines it looks a bit like the face he made upon first learning about it. Mutely he takes the arm again, giving it a slightly different twist-flick. The blade slides away again, as quickly as it appeared. ]

Can you replicate that?

[failvenger]

[She tries once. Twice. And then third time's the charm, motions clicking together into a smooth chain, activating the release. Then drops her arm, staring at the blade again.

She does a good job kind of huddling into herself even with the blade still out. These are the saddest ears. The saddest.

It might be fair to tell him about stealth mode, she supposes. But that's nothing compared to this. She has never had trouble getting noticed again, when she really wants to be noticed.]

[layback]

[ He watches her, sympathetic, but for once not sure what to do with that. ]

I... really doubt if I need to tell you to be very aware of that mechanism.

[ pls don't kill anyone in his body, Rin. A beat, and he adds: ]

You'll need to recharge at night. Or every other night, in the least. There's a port for that.

[failvenger]

A port.

[layback]

[ He nods, again lifting a hand, leans in. This time it finds the back of Rin's-- his own -- neck, and fingers graze softly over a slight catch in the skin, just below the hairline. ]

This is a panel. I've a cord in my own room for it.

[failvenger]

[She flinches overtly at the touch - that is a weird feeling - and swings an arm up. Two tries and the blade pulls back in. Maybe she'll just not move from her room until this is over.]

... Okay. [God this is going to be weird. It's already weird and so disturbing. No wonder Vanadi keeps it a secret.]

I'll be careful.

[layback]

[ He nods, grateful, and casts a deeply sympathetic look at her. Man, his body sucks enough and he's used to it, he can hardly imagine being new to it. Again. ]

I'm sorry.