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

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

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"Really? How old are you, then?" Because seriously, there is no way this kid is more than about sixteen, seventeen if he's really pushing it. He's more of a bratty ten-year-old in sound than anything.

She scoffs, flicking the cigarette again, and shrugs at him. "I don't know, I think some kid butting into my break time is a pretty good reason to be mean."

"Twenty...." Party trails off, more than stumped. Twenty..what? He lost count when he was 17, but he was sure he was 20-something. If Kobra Kid was 21, then Party Poison would be...

"I think I'm 24." Or 23? Either way, he smiles pleasantly. "Not a kid. But I guess thanks for the compliment? You sound familiar, though..."

...okay, so he's got her by a couple of years. She's not about to admit that. Then again, she's also more focused on the fact that he can't seem to remember exactly how old he is. Most people on the planet tended to count every miserable waking second.

"You think?" Kaylee laughs, tossing the cigarette to the ground where she kicks at it with the toe of her boot. "Don't think you would know me, sorry dude."

"I--" And Party frowns, the smile wiped right off his face because he's not used to such vitriol. He blinks a few times, but manages to finish the hotdog and leans over to neatly place the napkin in the garbage next to him.

"There's no need to be so angry, you know." He's back to smiling in a millisecond. "Smiling won't hurt, will it?"

Oh god, he's even a neat freak when it comes to his trash. Where the hell do they come up with these people? Kaylee rolls her eyes. The sooner she gets away from this weirdo, the better.

Especially with that creepy greasy smile of his, ugh.

"Name something worth smiling over and I'll think about it."

"You're alive." Party's smile widens. Yes, it's time for a bit of glitched Party's philosophy. Some things don't change, it seems. "You're here, aren't you? That's something to smile about. You can breathe the air and do whatever you want to do, even if it's dress in PVC and smoke and scowl at perfectly happy strangers."

He sticks his hand out.

"I'm Gerard."

Kaylee just stares at him. Some people just don't get it, that stupid fact that they're all stuck in this god-forsaken city with no hope of ever getting out. Alive or not, it still blows.

"And maybe we'd all be better of dead than here," she finally replies, ignoring the hand stretched toward her. Her focus turns to his name fairly quickly, and a split second later a grin crosses her face. Look, she does know how to smile.

"Gerard? Oh man, I thought I had it bad."

At least she was smiling? The confusion is evident in Party's face, and he tilts his head to the side, peering at Kaylee like a rare bird.

"Gerard's not bad," He reasoned. After a few more seconds he realizes that she's probably not going to take his hand, and he puts it in the pockets of his slacks, brows still furrowed. "What's wrong with my name? What's yours, then?"

And he defended the stupid name, even better. Oh, this city really did know how to pick them, didn't it?

"It's bad enough." She laughs, shaking her head. "You don't need to know mine, how's that. You've got enough entertainment with Gerard."

"But now I'm curious." Party takes a step forward, frowning slightly. "Your name must be really cool for you to think Gerard's stupid. It's the name I was given, y'know? And aren't there weirder here? Is yours one of the weirder ones?"

She watches that step of his closely, waiting for the inevitable moment when he makes just the wrong move. It's bound to happen sooner or later, and right now, with the way he keeps talking, she's hoping that it will be sooner.

Rolling her eyes, Kaylee kicks at a rock on the sidewalk. "Why the hell do you even care?"

"I just told you," Party's pointing again, looking confused. "I was curious...I mean.. What is your name? You sound really familiar."

Nosiest of the nosy, this guy. Some people can't just leave things alone, can they?

"Kay," she replies shortly. It's all he's getting, as far as she's concerned, and if he keeps asking he's probably going to get a fist to the face.

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