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

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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 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!"

[Visual/Location: A rooftop in Central]

[freaks-myword.livejournal.com]

Gwen frowns, looking waaaaaay down at Party Poison. At first she starts, thinking his yells signify some sort of danger. He may not be able to see it, but she squints suspiciously. Party: also known as The Bomber. She appreciated that he was one of her many admirers, but he was to be watched, and watched carefully.

"If I blend in, no one will recognize me." Why would she want that? No one would know her from the bad guy.