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

[spikedwatcher.livejournal.com]

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]

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[exvampire.livejournal.com]

Spike's first instinct is to snarl, but that doesn't work nearly as well in Wesley's body. So he settles for glaring. "Cover her," he says, as menacingly as he can manage.

[spikedwatcher.livejournal.com]

Wesley is jolted from his panic by the bizarre appearance of his own face on the tablet.

"Yes, of course." He hurriedly moves to replace the sheet over Buffy and grabs whatever is closest, which happens to be a pillow. It's not ideal coverage but it will do until he can track down some decent clothing which appears to be strewn all over the place. Clearly these two had been intimate before the glitch occurred, and now at that disturbing thought, Wesley dearly wants to retreat to the nearest shower for a very long time. Instead he scrambles to pick up items to find something wearable.

"What in the blazes is going on? Is that you, Spike? How did this happen?"

[ visual ] Oh right.

[exvampire.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, it's me, and gee, I'd say maybe, just maybe, we've been glitched." He scowls and crosses his arms. He has no reason to be angry, but seeing another man in bed with Buffy, even if that man looks like himself, even if he remembers going to bed with Buffy and knows that it's likely nothing happened except naked cuddling, and that the woman in bed isn't even Buffy on the inside.

"You're Wes, right? My pants are around somewhere." He waves vaguely.

[ visual ]

[ironlaydee.livejournal.com]

"Oh my - nudity! Whoever you are, could you make with the covering me up, now?!"

This probably makes very little sense coming from Tony Stark (to all outside appearances, at least), but Buffy isn't thinking very logically at the moment. She's also trying to not look at the tablet and naked Spike, because she's aware that it's not Spike, which is... just about the most awkward thing in the world, especially considering this person clearly knows her.

[ visual ]

[spikedwatcher.livejournal.com]

"Covering you up?"

Wesley looks perplexed for a moment, not being all that familiar with the man now addressing him.

Then it dawns on him. It's Buffy, concerned with matters of modesty.

"Buffy? It's Wesley. I'm sorry, I believe we're the victims of a rather troublesome glitch."

He reaches up to adjust his spectacles and then realises he doesn't have to. Also the headaches he's been enduring lately seem to have disappeared.

Then again he has no pulse and that is extremely disconcerting.

[ visual ]

[downtonine.livejournal.com]

"Too many body parts! Too many naked body parts! Can't unsee oh my god!"

Yes, that still sounds weird, considering the words and the voice she uses them with.

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[spikedwatcher.livejournal.com]

Wesley's too out of sorts to notice immediately and since it's Drusilla addressing him, he glares a little.

"I hardly planned to wake up this way."

[ visual ]

[downtonine.livejournal.com]

"Well duh. You think I planned to wake up this way, too?"

She sighs, then gestures at herself. "Look at me. I'm a monster!"

[ visual ]

[angry-center.livejournal.com]

Wesley.

[ illyria is, of course, unfazed by the nudity. ]

[ visual ]

[spikedwatcher.livejournal.com]

"Who am I addressing? Aren't you the bartender at Caritas?"

Then again, how would he have guessed who he really was so easily?

[ visual ] /shifts format

[angry-center.livejournal.com]

"Illyria," she answers, disgusted that the voice she uses is wrong and... different. "I, too, have changed."

[supercompacted.livejournal.com]

Once she realizes what the video is of, she looks away from the tablet for awhile, giving them both time to cover themselves up.

And since that seemed to be Spike, she decides to take a guess. "....Wesley?" She's gotten used to a lot of people freaking out over the tablets today, and- well, confirming that that's really him would be nice.

[spikedwatcher.livejournal.com]

"Winifred?"

Oh dear, if Wesley had any real blood circulation he'd be flushing a deep red right now, regardless that it's Spike's naked body she's actually been viewing. He feels rather exposed in any case, even if now he at least has shrugged on a pair of snug dark jeans.

[supercompacted.livejournal.com]

She does finally look back at the tablet, cautiously. "You all right? I mean, other than the hugely weird things going on? It sounds like almost everyone is switched today." She has no idea what being a vampire would feel like, in this situation.

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[couldbeawillow.livejournal.com]

This... not what she had in mind for the day. Not at all. And she squeezes her eyes shut. Tightly. "Oh God, oh God, naked bodies a-and Wesley, is that you? I-it's Willow and... put something on her and you both, please?"

She's still in the oh-dear-god-I'm-in-a-male-body crisis, so forgive her for freaking out, Wesley.

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[spikedwatcher.livejournal.com]

"Willow? Yes, it's Wesley. Although I appear to be in Spike's body. What do you make of this? Didn't something similar happen in Sunnydale? This seems on a much larger scale, though. A citywide glitch."

He perches on the side of the bed.

[ visual ]

[couldbeawillow.livejournal.com]

Yeah, her eyes are still squeezed shut. "Well, the only one I can think of is when Buffy and Faith traded, but that was some device Faith used a-and Tara and I helped them swap back. I don't know if I can do it now. I'm not in my own body!"

[ voice | locked ]

[exvampire.livejournal.com]

So, uh, I'm hoping Buffy's already talked to you about all this because I've really got no even half-believable excuse, and anyway it's not a secret.

[ voice | locked ]

[couldbeawillow.livejournal.com]

Y-yeah, she told me. Last month? I think?

I-it's just a little different to see someone in someone else's body waking up next to your best friend. [ not to mention seeing herself in this strange body. ]

[Location: Castle Summers]

[hamsterbait.livejournal.com]

DG woke up when the person in bed next to her started to stir and, without opening her eyes, reached out to slip an arm around Glitch's waist. She jerked her hand back sharply when it came into contact with cold vampiric skin.

"What the hell ..?"

Her eyes snapped open and she sat up, brushing her hair out of her eyes.

No. Not her hair. (It wasn't her body either, but she automatically pulled up the sheets to cover herself, glaring at ... whoever he was.) A quick glance in the mirror was enough to confirm what had happened. She might have thought and felt like DG, but she was definitely in the body of Buffy Summers.

"Those furry little monsters are out of their minds!" she exclaimed, before rounding on Wesley. "Who are you?"

[Location: Castle Summers]

[spikedwatcher.livejournal.com]

Wesley is still trying to find something to cover his nakedness.

"I'm Wesley. In what I suspect is Spike's body. I take it you aren't Buffy. Who are you? And I apologise if I was inappropriate, I thought I was having a dream."

That sounds like a flimsy excuse, but how does one truly explain lying naked in a strange bed, with a stranger while in a strange body? It just will never sound completely right. It will always be absurd.

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[unsubduable.livejournal.com]

"What, you usually don't do that?"

Vampires without reflections. How stereotypically Bram Stoker.

Unlike the others who've responded to this feed, 'Damon' makes no effort to suggest that 'Buffy' be covered up. In fact, he happens to be leering in her direction. Damon would enjoy the free show, while Stefan doesn't really care. This is all for appearance's sake.

[ visual ] <3

[spikedwatcher.livejournal.com]

Wesley works at calming himself down. It's not as if he's in mortal danger. Although the embarrassment of the situation may yet kill him.

"No. This isn't me. I'm not Spike, the person who normally owns this body." He peers more closely at the man on the tablet. It's not someone he's made an acquaintance with yet. "I've been glitched, by our captors. My name is Wesley."

[ voice ]

[stacked]

[ faith is just coming in later to... well. to be a brat. ]

Sucks to be you, Wes.

[Visual]

[spikedwatcher.livejournal.com]

She had to catch him when he was forcing himself to follow Spike's advice to drink some of the blood stashed in the fridge.

"No doubt you're enjoying this wretched comedy of errors. You're fine, though?"