Aftermath
Posted: Wed Sep 21, 2011 2:41 pm
by ImpInTraining
OOC - Read me first,I have sent each of you a vision that you had after the ritual. Please read that before reading your private spoiler messages here. And please... read only YOUR spoiler message below.[i] Geez, I hope this works.[/i]
Someone manages to find their way through the darkened room to where the light switch hangs by the closed door and flips on the light. Perhaps it would have been better to leave the lights off.
Petronella,You open your eyes and see an elf sitting before you cross-legged; your "imaginary" childhood companion. He has a misleadingly innocent smile upon his rosy-cheeked face! "Did you really think that I had forgotten about you? All of those carefree hours that we spent singing, dancing and playing at the bottom of the garden! That sort of thing stays with the 'Little People' you know!" He giggles at you mischievously. "Do not think by changing bodies that you can hide from me young woman – well actually it is young man now isn't?"
You stare at the little man feeling somewhat confused. You stiffly pick yourself up when you realise that something is not right, something is definitely wrong! For starters you can clearly see someone who is your exact double, not only that but she is wearing your clothes! Looking down at yourself you see that you now seem to be in residence in what looks suspiciously like a male body! A pot-bellied male body wearing Paul Chaplin's clothes. If that were not bad enough, your face is covered in… in - yes it is fresh and rather pungent cow dung. Oh yuck!
You are suddenly come over with panic and you lose control of your (Paul's?) bladder. The elf jumps up onto your shoulder, he says to you in a very serious tone, "Now I do believe that you did not want to do that!"
Your hands are shaking with panic. Tears fill your eyes. You want to run away, but to where?
OOC - Oh and please feel free to become hysterical!
Lawrence,You feel terrible, in fact you cannot recall ever feeling worse. Actually, come to think of it, a few of those student hangovers…
Your long blond hair has come untangled; you brush it aside with some annoyance. There is a strap digging into your left breast. This is most uncomfortable, it feels like a…
Stop! Wait! What is going on? Long blond hair? Why am I wearing Samantha's dress?
The penny drops and hard realisation suddenly hits home. It is not Samantha's dress that you are wearing but her body…
Paul Chaplin, for some unknown reason has dung plastered all over his face. Where the Hell did that come from?
OOC - You now feel the obsessive compulsion to tidy up, to straighten things out etc.
Samantha,Now you knew, positively knew that Nicholas' interest in the occult was not healthy! Okay, so you do not understand this ritual nonsense, but, really, is it necessary to feel this… this bad?
Good Lord, Paul Chaplin has got dung on his face; how did that happen?
Oh my God! Your hair has turned grey and half of it has fallen out… and these joints, they feel like they could do with a good oiling.
Hang on a second, I seem to be in the wrong place. No wait, there I am, over there. Look at the state of my hair! Phew, that's a… re… lief…
Bloody Hell!!! I… I… I'm the pr-pr-profess-ssor!
OOC - The mind transfer into the professor's body has hit you very hard. You were proud of your good looks, your long well kept hair and of your health & fitness. This is all gone now! You are very resentful of young women, especially Prof. Hickman who is now in your body enjoying your youth while you have to put up with his creaky, worn out and aged near-corpse! In order to try to come to terms with your current situation, you remember your Catholic upbringing. You are now much more religious and look to God in the hope that He can reverse what has happened to you…
Paul,You wake up feeling very giddy. There is an unsettling feeling of nausea in your stomach. Everything around you is a complete blur. You rub your eyes to clear them, but to no avail. The nausea rises by about six inches.
Slowly your eyes clear, you can see the blurry shapes of your five companions. They do not seem to be any better shape than you are!
The giddiness is clearing and you are starting to feel better. Your head is clearing, your blurred vision is gradually focussing and the nausea is subsiding. An uncomfortable feeling comes over you – you feel… er… strange. Your body, it seems to be, well, larger; it is almost as if you have put on weight. Your hair is wrong, its texture is different and it is too long and the dress that you are wearing feels very strange. Dress? Dress? DRESS?
A sudden rush of adrenaline helps to clear your senses further. Your heart is pounding, you can hear the blood rushing through your ears. Your whole body is shaking…
…or rather it is Petronella's body that is shaking! You can quite clearly see yourself, correction, your body, your body with a dung-covered face, and you ain't in it…
You need help!
OOC - Do something to attract the other's attention. Whatever you do, do not let them forget that you are here! I may tell you that you are feeling ignored. If this should occur, you should take steps to get everyone's attention.
Nicholas,You do not know what were you expecting, or remember why you were expecting something, but you do not think it was this... There are five others of your… er… species that you do not recognise. Your body feels very strange, very uncomfortable and very awkward.
No, no this is not right – where, when, what on Earth am I?
You find that your hands are very difficult to control. Getting the thumbs to work with the fingers is very hard (something like an amateur struggling with chopsticks after several pints of lager…)
Your clothes are very itchy and irritating. This is so uncomfortable! How do these humans put up with this?
What happened here, what are these five others and why has that fat one got brown smelly stuff on his face that is making me feel ill? Why does my head hurt so much? Is there something inside of it trying to get out? Should I try to break it open?
OOC - You suffer a –10% penalty to all physical skill checks and –1 penalty to your DEX while you continue to be clothed due to the itching and irritation.
A crucifix hangs on the wall, maybe mocking the ritual practitioners.