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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.

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Long gave her another bemused once-over, then put his eyes firmly back in the direction of her face lest this be misinterpreted. (Humans were strange, and being human was stranger.)

"I..." Good heavens, what does he say here, "....didn't know your wardrobe was so varied."

While it isn't the first time some old dude has given her that look, it's definitely one of the only times they've ever bothered to keep talking to her, or to actually look her in the eye afterward. Strange guy, this one. Probably doesn't know what the hell he wants.

"It wasn't," she replies with some disgust. That entire closet she'd rifled had been filled with greasy overalls and frilly pink shirts. Not a decent wardrobe at all. "Fixed that quick."

"Ah, I see," Long murmurs, his expression thoughtful. It is clearly a glitch, and he sighs a bit. He far prefers the ones that makes people more pleasant than they normally are, rather than the reverse.

"....isn't that outfit cold?"

Ever the pragmatist.

She's almost expecting a lecture, so a practical question about her clothing throws her off a little. Probably should have expected it, looking at this guy.

"Would I be wearing it if I cared?" Answer: probably. "I have a jacket in case it gets cold." A nice black leather one.

"Well, that is something at least. Kindly bundle up when you feel chilled; I should hate for you to catch something pernicious as a result of your current wardrobe choices."

Long has a great personal loathing of being cold, and of the cold in general. He will inevitably become the older relative projecting their current temperature on you and insisting you put on a sweater.

However, he doesn't seem to have any other lecture than that in mind.

Kaylee just stares. What the hell is with this guy, exactly? Isn't he going to throw out the lectures and tell her the error of every single one of her ways, how she's doomed to fail on this track, yadda yadda yadda... Hell, even him trying to pick her up would be more to the norm than this.

"...yeah. Sure."

A satisfied nod from the middle-aged man at her agreement, however befuddled it may be.

"Excellent, then. I look forward to pleasant conversations when you are back to yourself," Long said, and offered Kaylee-not-Kaylee a slight bow before turning to walk away.

He could be polite to the girl wearing tasteless black mesh and stealing normality from their interactions, but he certainly didn't have to subject himself to more, he rationalized.

Back to herself? Just what was that supposed to mean? Kaylee watched the man's retreating back, confused and mildly irritated. Weird guy. Normally they weren't so...polite. She didn't really know what to do with it.

Kaylee looked away and lit another cigarette. Good riddance, she decided.

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