08. [Accidental Visual | Location Wolfram and Hart Offices] Got the Blues

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The first thing that Casey notices when he wakes up is that he's sprawled on the carpet of some office he's never seen before.

What the hell?

Then he notices that he's got long hair hanging down over his face, long girly hair and it's tinted a weird shade of blue. He quickly brushes it back, clambers to his feet and looks down at himself. He's in some kind of red leather cat suit or something and he's got...

...woman parts. He's a goddamn woman, and he's much shorter than he used to be.

No way, this can't be happening to him. He'd heard about the glitches, even helped out others when they'd glitched, but he'd never prepared himself for it happening to him. Not like this. The truth glitch was a blip of inconvenience in comparison to this.

He starts to snarl, the feeling of violation and seething anger at being trapped in a body not his bursting forth. Casey doesn't realize that the tablet is on when he speaks.

"I swear as soon as I found out who did this, I'm gonna rip them apart and wear their entrails for a hat."

012: Not Much With the Damseling [Visual]

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It had been an hour since DG had woken up in Buffy's body and it still felt strange. She knew that her own body hadn't been perfect, but it had been hers. She missed her battered leather jacket. She missed her unruly hair. She definitely missed her magic. This was just another ridiculous hamster game and she couldn't wait for it to be over.

She'd dressed herself in an outfit from Buffy's wardrobe and sat, cross legged, on her - Buffy's - bed to address the tablet.

"Buffy? It's DG. I ... have something that belongs to you. Please tell me you're the one in my body?"

There were a lot of people in Taxon, good and bad, and she didn't want to think about who else might have ended up with it. At least if it Buffy had her body, she'd know that it would be looked after and that her powers wouldn't be abused.

"Glitch? Cain?" Her face might have been unfamiliar, but her pout was unmistakable. "Are you guys ok? Are you still you?"

It was difficult to decide what would be worse. Cain and Glitch swapping places with each other or Cain and Glitch swapping places with someone else.

005: Everything Changes [Location: Amy and the Doctor's House]

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The house was new and unused and, although Time Lords didn't need much sleep, the Doctor had selected a bedroom at random. It was that bedroom that Martha Jones - fully dressed and sprawled out on bed that she'd never seen in her life - woke up in, but, really, the fact that she'd been taken from her flat was the least of her worries.

Her chest hurt.

No. It didn't hurt, as such, but the sensation of two hearts beating in one chest was enough to unsettle someone who'd grown up with one.

Slowly, tentatively, she put a hand on her chest and got to her feet.

Was this how the Doctor felt every day? She could feel time - everything that had been and could be and would be and ...

"Oh my god," she breathed, dropping her hand back to her side and stumbling over to a mirror on the far side of the room. She didn't just feel like the Doctor. She was the Doctor! She was in his body.

Although she couldn't begin to imagine what a person hoped to gain from switching their bodies, Martha wouldn't put anything past the hamsters. Or past the Master, for that matter. As far as they were concerned, their imprisonment was just a great big game.

She needed to find the Doctor.

There was no sign of the tablet on the bedside table - knowing him, he'd left it in the kitchen while making himself a midnight cup of tea - so she had no choice but to head off down the hallway.

"Amy?" she called, "Amy, are you here?"

The Doctor could be a difficult man to find. It'd be a lot easier if she had help from someone they both trusted.

XIII [Accidental Visual | Location: Castle Summers] Come Undone

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Wesley slowly awakes with the faintly disconcerting taste of cigarette ash in his mouth, but he doesn't rouse immediately because there's a lovely warm naked body pressed next to his and he's presuming that he's coming out of a particularly nice dream. He snuggles closer for a moment, indulging himself until he realises that the woman he's holding feels very very real in his arms. And the scent of her is distinctly...

"Buffy?"

Wesley's eyelids flicker open and he freezes, seeing the blonde hair and distinct features of the Slayer. He hastily releases her and scoots backwards, to climb out of the bed. This isn't his bed. This isn't his room. How did he--?

Looking down he realizes that he is in fact sans clothes. Without a bloody stitch on. Overcome with embarrassment and confusion he lunges forward to grab the end of the bed sheet to try and get it free to cover himself with. Which has the unfortunate side effect of revealing more of his sleeping companion.

It's at this point when Wesley also realises that his body doesn't feel or look like his own (from what he can see of it). He certainly doesn't normally have abs rippling quite so distinctly down his torso. Instinctively he turns to check himself in the mirror and to his dismay, there is absolutely no reflection.

"Oh my god, no!" He exclaims with mortification and horror.

[ooc: Meant to happen pretty much simultaneously with Spike's post, for maximum WTF LOLZ]

003 ━ [ location: salvatore boarding house ] / [ visual ].

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Damon should be grateful that it wasn't until after he moved out of the bed and to the opposite wall in a way that could not be passed off as a simple rush of adrenaline that the tablet decided to click on. And Taxon should be grateful that Damon wasn't actually Damon, else this freak out would be a lot less reigned in - as in not at all. It's also a good thing that Damon - who is actually, unfortunately Stefan - happened to notice the tablet lying on the ground with it's recording light flashing up at him. Having the eyes of Taxon upon him helped keep the overwhelming urge to scream at bay as he glanced at himself in the mirror and saw his brother in place of himself. (His type of vampire is fun in the having a reflection way.)

He's in Damon's body.

He's in Damon's body.

Stefan doesn't know how the hell he landed in his brother's body, but given that he's yet to notice any of the other wrong body madness going on in Taxon yet, he's assuming this is a case of only happening to him. (And possibly Damon. ...which means Damon is probably in his body. Oh God, Elena.) That, of course, demanded that he do what the Brothers Salvatore always did when it came to the weird shit that happened to them.

Pretend like nothing was happening at all.

Which is exactly what 'Damon' did as he bent down and retrieved the tablet, muttering, "That was one fucked up dream."