Bodyswap at the House on the Hill: Session 1

[hot_mess_express]

You awaken slowly, laying in the middle of a cold, hard stone floor … and realise that you have absolutely no idea where you are, or what in the hell is wrong with your body.

Maybe you're suddenly bigger than you remember, or smaller. Maybe you've got more limbs! Less limbs! Sharper teeth? Weird, unfamiliar powers and magic to tap into, or perhaps no powers at all? Without a mirror, it's very difficult to tell exactly what — or perhaps, who? — you look like … but maybe whoever else is around you could help you figure that out.

You'd better figure out your new centre of gravity and get going, lest you find yourself trapped like this forever.

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Re: The Storeroom

[bestbrothernever]

[ Serves you right, jerk plant! ]

Going to dig through the crate now.

Re: The Storeroom

[hot_mess_express]

It's empty, except for a plush velvet lining.

You hear a soft whispered voice urging you to climb inside. You could just curl up and sleep in here, couldn't you? Comfortable. Safe. You never have to leave. It's so very tempting.

Re: The Storeroom

[bestbrothernever]

Sorry, I've learned my lesson about following mysterious voices.

[ Speaking of voices... was that Dusk shouting just now?]

Dusk?

Re: The Storeroom

[hot_mess_express]

He's gone without a trace.

Re: The Storeroom

[bestbrothernever]

[ Rushing back over to that mirror ]

Hey, what did you do with that other guy?

Re: The Storeroom

[hot_mess_express]

Your reflection, being a reflection, mimics you exactly.

Re: The Storeroom

[bestbrothernever]

Oh come! I know you did something.

[ Being who he is, he's just going to start pounding on the mirror ]

Dusk!

Re: The Storeroom

[hot_mess_express]

A spork and a bloody machete clatter to the floor at your feet, and a fire suppression blanket flutters down to drape over your head. A slice of funfetti cake on a paper plate balances on top of your head, above the blanket.

Your reflection pauses mimicking you to shrug.

Re: The Storeroom

[bestbrothernever]

[ Yanking the blanket off his head (probably topping the cake in the process) ]

That's it!

[ Bringing both keys together and pressing their tips against the mirror as he tries to will it to open whatever portal it obviously contains. ]

Re: The Storeroom

[hot_mess_express]

Nothing happens, unless you count another spork bouncing off your head.

Re: The Storeroom

[bestbrothernever]

Fine! I'll find another way.

[ Glaring at the mirror and going back through the door ]

Re: The Storeroom

[hot_mess_express]

Back to the basement landing!