lucetilogs | y'all know what this is for....

y'all know what this is for....

Who: EVERYONE
What: SHENANIGANS
When: ANY OLD TIME (between Jan 24 and Jan 30 anyhoot)
Where: EVERYWHERE
Summary: Everyone becomes that which they love, covet, adore, or otherwise desire, and it ends exceptionally well for every single person involved. Hooray!
Rating: Who even knows. Anywhere from G to R, I would suppose.

No cut for this -- this is a MASS INTERACTION POST for the You Are What You Love event! For those of you who don't want to have to post up actual entries in your characters' journals (though you are of course still free to do that), this is the place to be all week if you just want to toss out random shenanigans! (Or more serious shenanigans. Or whatever brand of shenanigans you prefer, really.) There's no real need to state your date/location in the subject line of your tag, but you may feel free to do so!

Please threadjack like bosses, and above all, have fun! ♥

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[Right, so Marcell is still weirded out that he's apparently switching between looking like his friends, which...isn't really helping the homesickness. He's also apparently lost his scarf, which leaves the weird collar around his neck visible for everyone to see and he is rushing to find the scarf or get a new one before someone asks about it.

And in his hurry, ran into Kaori.]

Oof-!

[Kind of hard to see someone hurrying your way when you're blind and not expecting it, all the warning Kaori had was a sudden presence very close by and not enough time to react. At least she managed to catch herself in time, can't say the same for her healing bruises.]

Ow...! [Wait, this presence was familiar...] Marcell?

[Marcell's surprised by that -- he certainly can't remember meeting anyone who looked like this. But then he also remembers that he's not the only one who might look different, and now he's trying to figure out who it could be.]

Urm, if you don't mind me asking, who're you?

... You don't recognize me? Marcell, it's Kaori. [She had her leaves out that day, didn't she? Not a lot of people had leaves growing out behind their ears in Luceti, as far as she knows.]

[Well. Definitely not who he was expecting.]

...You're a guy.

... I'm a what? [That's not a very nice thing to say to a lady.]

I-I mean, I know you're a girl. But you're a guy right now.

[He's hoping the emphasis will get the point across.]

A guy? Don't tell me it's another of those stupid experiments going around. [She won't hurt you, Marcell, don't worry.]

I...think so? Actually, how did you tell it was me?

Well... I recognize people by their presence and emotions, usually... [There were a lot of other things to it, but that was pretty much the best explanation she could come up with in a nutshell.]

[Give him a moment to like connect the dots.

...Oh. Oh. The sudden realization is quickly followed with relief -- at least she couldn't possibly ask about the collar if she couldn't see it.]

I see.

[Did he just figure out she was blind? Not good.] Why were you in such a hurry...?

[Don't worry, he...probably won't take advantage of it. It wouldn't really occur to him.]

Ah, I lost my scarf.

[Unfortunately plenty of other people have, so she's paranoid about it.] Do you need help finding one? I have a few in my apartment.

[Well, he did help her that one time. So it's okay to accept this, right?]

...Alright.

Just follow me, then. [She's memorized the layout of the village enough that she can reach CH4 at a normal pace now.]

[Aaand following.]

[She's tempted to ask a few questions, but he helped her when she really needed it. Talk was up to him.]

[...Like the awkward shy kid knows what to say, derp.]

[They can work on that part together, maybe once they're back to normal.] This is your first experiment, right...?

Yeah. I've been turning into my friends back home.

Really? At least you know who they are... [Homesickness or not, she would prefer to hear the voice of one of her loved ones than a complete stranger.]

Yeah, but...

[It just makes him miss them more. He hasn't really mentioned or talked about them to anyone, but the homesickness was starting to get to him.]

... You still miss them anyway, right...?

...It's hard not to.

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