[opposite event] This is a story all about how Taxon got flipped, turned upside down.

[eventextras.livejournal.com]

The idea, as it had been initially presented, was for citizens to experience what it was like to walk in someone else's shoes. In practice it became discovering what it was like to walk in their own shoes, if their taste in shoes were suddenly quite different from normal. The footwear still fit and was comfy, but the style was quite different.

For two weeks the prisoners of Taxon swapped their utilitarian Doc Martin's for trendy Louboutins (or vice versa) and all manner of shenanigans reigned.


[ OOC: Trying something new! this is basically a LOG POST where everyone can consolidate their opposite plot doings in one location for optimal organization. How it will work:
→ tag in with your character being affected by the opposite plot.
→ include the dates they will be affected!
→ others will tag you with reactions, and you can tag them!

You are of course free to make your own posts as well. Have fun! ]

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[visual / location: a fountain in Osten]

[aintnoconvict]

It was a nice day. There were clouds but it was not raining. Glitch decided that he would go for a walk because he liked walking and because he might see his friends or find a nice, juicy apple.

He was walking in Osten and happened to find a fountain outside a big building. The fountain had statues of three fish in it and Glitch decided to name them, which was a very good idea until he forgot the names and had to start over again. Soon Glitch put his tablet down on the edge of the fountain and started walking around and around it, naming the same three fish over and over.

"Judy...and Trevor...and Shannon...and Wilbur Cosgrove...and Finn..."

The naughty aliens, of course, thought this was worth sharing. Hello, Mr. Little Red Record Light on the tablet.


ooc: badfic!Glitch, he'll be affected Ocotber 19 & 20.

[Visual]

[tothelightshown.livejournal.com]

DG had been in Taxon long enough to recognise a network posted with the hamster's sticky little paw prints all over it. What she didn't understand was why Glitch was acting so strangely.

"Finn?" she repeated, regarding him with concern as well as customary affection. "What are you doing, Glitch?"

[visual / location: Speares]

[rereremembered.livejournal.com]

Fitz had shaved. Fitz had also dressed himself in a much nicer outfit than his usual "last night's jeans" and "least wrinkled t-shirt" and put on a suit he hadn't known he'd owned.

Then he'd headed down to his pub, shuttered the place, put a "closed" sign on the door, and set about re-establishing his business in a tea shop several blocks away. By high tea he'd negotiated co-ownership with the Extra who'd run the place before and settled himself down for a nice cuppa, which was when he decided to tell the city about these exciting developments.

"I do beg your pardon if I'm interrupting anything," Fitz began, his accent gone all generic newsreader. "But I just had to tell you about my new venture with Ms. Edith Featherworth at the Larksong Tearoom. The cucumber sandwiches are simply marvelous and this Darjeeling is divine, I do hope you will join me."

And, as an after thought: "Miss Sommers, Miss Gilbert, you are of course welcome to transfer your employment here. I do not believe I shall be re-opening that...public house. This is a much more suitable environment, especially for young ladies such as yourselves."


ooc: the degree to which Fitz will be drinking himself BLIND after this cannot be overstated. He'll be affected from October 15 - 21 because I hate him :D

[visual / location: Speares]

[goodluck-kobra.livejournal.com]

Kobra was sitting in his room at Sanctuary, nibbling a carrot he had sneaked from his brother (it was great, really, Party did all the grocery shopping these days), contemplating Fitz on the tablet.

"That sounds very nice, actually. I've never had Darjeeling. What does it taste like?"

[visual]

[imperial-long.livejournal.com]

"Darjeeling?" Oh, you're speaking his language, glitched!Fitz. "A tearoom?"

The face on the tablet is quite interested. He probably doesn't recognize Fitz, not having run into him before, but just assumes there's another newcomer.

"I confess myself intrigued. Where might this tearoom be?"

[Visual]

[allthatlife.livejournal.com]

If Martha hadn't been used to the way that Taxon worked by now - and if she hadn't seen a few similar posts on the network over the last few days - then she would have been alarmed by Fitz's sudden change in demeanor. She took it in her stride and, as she switched on her tablet to reply, tried to imagine how her friend would react when he realised what he'd done.

"What about scones? Tell me you'll be serving scones."

Probably not the most helpful comment that she could have made. She was trying not to grin too broadly when she said it.

[Location: Speares]

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

Drusilla could often be found lurking around the city, particularly at night and particularly in the areas were the shadows seemed to linger even at midday.

Today, however, she was not herself. She was everything that she could have been and should have been.

Dressed in the a new dress and a suitably demure bonnet, she stepped nervously through the doorway of the new Larksong Tearoom, looking around with shy interest.

[Visual/Location: A rooftop in Central]

[freaks-myword.livejournal.com]

What's that, innocent, lone bystander? Take a few steps closer, perhaps, maybe squint or clean your glasses.

Is it a bird? A plane? A very colorful and excessively attractive statue?

Why, no! Silly, nameless bystander! This is why you belong on the ground, and heroes like Gwen Raiden belong at the top--to watch over you like lost little sheep and see things your poor normal eyes cannot.

She is: Electro Girl! Clad in an ensemble of red and yellow; Those with eyes like a bat will see the painted lightning bolt on her chest (the letters E.G broadly displayed); the yellow, jagged mask across her eyes; and the black, flowing cape billowing out behind her. This too has a lightning bolt sewn on its fine silken material. There are no gloves to shield her power.

And she is watching you, doers of evil and crime and other such things she would never participate in or gain profit from! So she stands, high upon the highest rooftop in Central, free electricity emitting from the palms of her hands in a fearless, proud display of her freakitude and superheroness.

[OOC: Shameless, oh-so-helpful superhero!Gwen will go into effect October 17-20.]

[Visual/Location: A rooftop in Central]

[poisonousparty.livejournal.com]

"Gwen!" Party's shouting up at Gwen, waving, pleased as punch to see this. "I'm so happy you've decided to embrace who you are!" Because with a stance like that? It's the only thing he can think of.

"That's a little too colourful though," He's continuing to shout, cupping his hands around his mouth to be better heard, looking at the other. "You may want to not be so loud with your colours, blending in is important!"

[Location: Taxon Forest]

[tothelightshown.livejournal.com]

She had only intended to go for a walk. A great many of Princess DG's animal friends lived in the forest and she liked to visit them as often as she could. The afternoon had passed pleasantly - a picnic in a forest glade, with deer and hedgehogs and rabbits for company - and she'd been disappointed when the sun started to set and she had to head back to the palace.

The forest looked very different in the dark. The tree branches snagged at her clothes and pulled at her hair. She picked up speed, but the path that seemed so clear during the day was increasing narrow and difficult. DG stumbled, tearing her dress, and that was when she heard the growl.

Her friends had often told her about the wolves in the forest, but she'd never seen one.

With a piercing scream, she started to run.

After a moment, the wolves gave chase.

Re: [Visual/Location: A rooftop in Central]

[imperial-long.livejournal.com]

[visual/ Location: Streets of Taxon]

[goodluck-kobra.livejournal.com]

His sunglasses were perched on his nose because the sun still made Kobra's eyes burn, but he'd traded the bright and dirty outfit for a pair of converse, black jeans and a black Anthrax t-shirt. His hair was mostly hidden underneath a black beanie hat, only a few wayward strands falling into his face.

Kobra's stance was completely different as well as he walked down the street, humming softly to himself. He was smiling at passing Extras and children running past.

When he found a coffee shop Kobra stopped and grinned, turning his tablet on.

"I just found a wonderful coffee place, if anyone would care to join me?"


[ooc: Kobra is turning into a socialite and is nice and polite. He's going to be affected from October 12-20]

[Visual]

[imperial-long.livejournal.com]

"Do they serve tea? I'm not much of one for coffee, but tea would persuade me forth. Or a decent chai, even."

[Location: Central] I really suck at this whole livejournal thing.

[poisonousparty.livejournal.com]

Party is all smiles and black hair and suits and tie, constantly eating, constantly wandering around. He's awful nice to the Extras, of course--here he is in the streets of central giving a large lump of cotton candy to a little girl extra, waving serenely at him.

Yes, Party is sleepwalking through the streets, lost in his own, happy, splendid thoughts. He stops and waves at certain people but he's almost certainly got a bag of pretzels in his hand, munching away like no tomorrow. Not eating was such a stupid idea. He was almost a respectable adult, after all.

[OOC: Party's going to be a pleasant, nice and trusting Killjoy from the beginning of the glitch to the 22nd! Have fun reasoning with him afterwards...]

[Location: Central]

[freaks-myword.livejournal.com]

Gwen, high atop a much lower rooftop, spots Party. Well, not quite. She's been stalking Party, you see. It's good to keep an eye on the dangerous ones. The rebels. This getup he's working is just a suit on a rat. Gwen knows a lot about disguises and rats and rebels, but she has since embarked on a road to redemption.

She follows him for a bit before stepping out of the shadows. She feels electricity prick at her fingertips. She's ready, always ready, and her voice is harsh, distrustful. "I hope you paid for those pretzels, Party Poison."

[ location: everywhere and anywhere ]

[gotcouplings.livejournal.com]

Kaylee (http://www.runner.ch/firefly/bilder/cast/jewel_straite/jewel_38.jpg) was more than sick of the stupidly quaint house that she'd woken up in. To make matters worse, there was that hideous lump of scrap in the back yard that the sun just had to reflect off of, straight into any window in the house.

She didn't really care where she ended up at this point, as long as it was nowhere with frilly curtains and fringed hand towels. With no real plan in mind, she spent her afternoon wandering street corners with cigarette in-hand, and wishing that some poor kid would come along, ripe for the picking...


[[ OoC: Kaylee here will be bugged from October 16th (yes, that's a back-date) to October 20th. Yessssssssssssss ]]

[ location: everywhere and anywhere ]

[poisonousparty.livejournal.com]

Party Poison was more than happy to just munch on a New York style hot dog and head his merry way towards a coffee place. He adored that sort of thing, lately, craving the caffeine. It was--

"Wooaaah," And Party stopped in his tracks, squinting. She looked a little familiar, but he couldn't quite place it.. Instead, he finished his hotdog and looked over at the PVC-wearing girl.

"Y'know, smoking's really bad for you."

[ location: running into her somewhere ]

[imperial-long.livejournal.com]

Long's on his way to some sort of tea or coffee rendezvous when he passes by a young woman in a really rather tasteless outfit. He politely averts his eyes-- only to almost give himself whiplash when he can't help a double-take and a look back.

Despite the cosmetics, the different hairstyle, and the complete and utter change in how she carried herself, the woman did bear a resemblance to Kaylee.

"Kaylee?" Long said, semi-incredulously.

[ location: THE RANCH :| ]

[rereremembered.livejournal.com]

Mr. Kreiner, of course, had to put in a call to Miss Frye's residence. It was only Fitting and Proper and all of that, considering their relationship was an Affront Before God and all.

He's brought flowers. Try and go easy on him, perchance?

[Location: Central]

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

Drusilla enjoyed watching her fellow prisoners wriggle and writhe as the hamsters pulled at their strings. She couldn't way to see their faces when the smoke cleared and they were left with nothing but the most deliciously uncomfortable of memories.

Like this pretty little thing. Normally, she was sweet enough to rot Drusilla's teeth. All flowers and hope and lightness. Now she was deliciously dark.

"You're going to get yourself into trouble."

It wasn't a warning. If anything, it was a compliment. Perhaps even an invitation.

[location: Central] & [visual to everyone]

[smecker.livejournal.com]

Paul hasn't shaved in a couple of days. It just felt waaay more, you know, natural, and in tune with the organic, earthy kinda vibe he was picking up lately. Plus, it was easier, man.

He couldn't figure out why he'd been so worked up most of his life. Always freaking out over something. Being mellow was where it was at.

So it was that he was lying on his back in a park in Central, on the grass, his tablet in one hand and a joint in the other wafting gentle smoke into the air. Despite the slight cool of the day-- it's in the 50s-- he's got bare feet, toes digging into the grass.

"Hey Taxon," Paul says with a sleepy smile at the screen. "Man. Did you guys know there's games on the tablet? Tetris. Awesome.

"--oh, and woah, the hatches'll pop you weed. Why's it taken me so long to figure that out?"

[derp]

[smecker.livejournal.com]

[visual...for now]

[aintnoconvict]

There is a 100% chance of this going badly. It's merely a question of how badly, or rather how one defines badly.

Glitch hadn't been affected by the latest event, not yet, but he'd mostly figured out what was going on. There had been plenty of strange and horrifying things happening in the city, but this was...interesting.

"What's Tetris?" he asked and set down his nearly-empty brandy snifter. "And why would anyone want a weed?"

...badly. 100% chance. For all the reasons.

[visual]

[poisonousparty.livejournal.com]

Oh, if Party were unglitched. Instead, he simply raises his eyebrows, more than amused. Even opposite Party thinks this is amazing. He clicks on the visual and he's instantly reminded of...well.

"There's a name for what you are now, back in the desert. Wavehead. You're..." and, because he still points out the obvious: "You're high, aren't you?"

[visual (to everyone) because Cain never learns to lock things]

[hasaheart]

There's a time and place for everything. This is a time for hiding your face in your hands to peer out from behind your fingers. However, Cain being Cain (and occasionally being less Cain and more Wyatt), simply takes a deep breath as the rest of the city succumbs to insanity.

Then he levels his best, most calm expression at the tablet, and gets moving. "Sweetheart," he tells his friend. "What in the never ending zones are you doing?"