THEY DID THE MASH

[mansionstaff]

Who: ERRYBODY
What: CURSES
Where: ALL OVER THE SCHOOL
When: Halloween night through November 7th.
Warnings: 2spooky.

It was a dark and stormy night--

Well, no. It wasn't. In fact, it was rather cool and clear, a perfect October evening for the perfect October celebration. Stars winked above, the choice accompaniment to the orange moon looming overhead. Tonight. Tonight would be a party.



But just as the sun begins to set, the sound of cackling can be heard ringing through campus, the harbinger of what could only be described as Halloween Shenanigans.

Woe betide those that fell into her path.

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October 31st and then the rest of the week!

[seriousbraindamage]

Wheatley rebooted.

Which was in itself a problem, because he didn't recall being shut down, and certainly didn't remember this as the last place he was. The second thing he noticed was that he was not attached to a rail, and promptly fell to the ground as a result.

The sheer amount of sensory input that flooded his system was very nearly overwhelming, and he would have cried out in surprise had his vocal processor worked the way it was supposed to (and it did not, for some reason). Those factors alone were enough to careen him into blind panic, only exacerbated by the fact that he'd been installed with some kind of ventilation system, to say nothing of the pair of human hands that moved when he told them to.

It didn't take him very long after that to discover exactly whose body he'd apparently been transplanted to.

Not knowing the first thing about operating a human body (much less somebody else's human body), he tried to swallow down pure, unadulterated horror and get the situation under control. It would be a good idea, he thought, to learn to stand.

[OOC: YES OKAY it is Wheatley in Chell's body shenanigans. He'll sort of be progressively better at being a peoples as the week goes on, but mostly he will just be falling all over himself.]

[quickly]

Unbeknownst to Scout, he happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. He had never met or seen Chell prior to today, and so this first impression would have to be positive, else he wouldn't bother interacting with her again.

Oh, who are we kidding? Chell's a woman. Of course Scout'll interact with her again!

--

He turned the corner, unsure as to what would be there to greet him, though he didn't really think it'd be anything bad or strange. So when he spotted a woman struggling to stand, he cocked his head to the side just a bit in puzzlement, then, when he realized she might be in trouble, rushed forward, hand ready to grab her arm and help her up.]

You okay? What happened?

[seriousbraindamage]

Wheatley managed to stop choking on his own spit (augh, god, fluids) long enough to realize that someone was talking to him, which did, of course, only make him look more terrified.

He could do this. He could definitely do this, and figure out the breathing thing, and the standing thing, and most importantly, the talking thing.

Except Chell couldn't talk, he knew that, she was a crazy mute, and if he was in her body, then by that logic, he wouldn't be able to talk either.

When Scout approached, he looked up at him and gaped, trying desparately to make some kind of sound, hands scrabbling for purchase on the wall.

I totally messed up the format of my last tag, sorry D:

[quickly]

Scout, despite all signs pointing to 'this is a bad idea,' continued to reach forward and grab the woman's arm in an attempt to help her stand. He tugged gently, then a slight bit harder (but not too hard), ignoring the fact that she currently had a very strange expression plastered on her face.

"C'mon! Get up, get up!"

it's all good!

[seriousbraindamage]

He more or less falls into over, trying his very best to stand but overbalancing and clinging to Scout's arm, still trying to force some kind of sound out of his (Chell's) mouth.

"T--"

There's a start, though it takes him a few more moments to force out the word, with no small amount of surprise.

"Trying."

Re: October 31st and then the rest of the week!

[explosion_day]

HI CHELL.

GUESS WHO.

"Down on your luck, huh?" Rick hovered above the downtrodden lady. "Not anymore now that Rick is here."

Yes. That was a handlebar wiggle.

[seriousbraindamage]

UGH.

Basically Rick was the last person Wheatley wanted to see today. By now, he had sort of figured out the standing thing, and the talking thing (AND HE WAS REALLY MAD ABOUT THAT), but walking was another mountain to climb entirely. Leaning heavily on the wall, he fixed Rick with a look the core was probably used to seeing from Chell. Then, slowly and with a seemingly great amount of effort, he started to force out words, fighting lips and a tongue and teeth the whole way there.

"Not--not in the mood. For you."

[explosion_day]

What was that

that was distinctly the voice

of an angel

He'd be more astonished at the fact the formerly very quiet Chell was actually making sounds that sounded like words, but he was unsurprisingly more concerned with the fact she was talking to him and about him.

"You can't tell me that's not a situation you got going on with your legs there. Your beautiful lady legs."

[seriousbraindamage]

The voice of an angel sounded all at once hoarse and like it took a great deal of effort to actually form anything that resembled coherent speech. How did humans even do anything like this?

Wheatley didn't know much about flirtation, but he recognized Rick's come-ons when he heard them, and it was gross.

"I'm going to punt you, Rick."

He could do that now. He had beautiful lady legs.

[explosion_day]

"I'd like to see you try. Not that I doubt you aren't capable angel, but you know."

ENGAGE SMUGFACE.EXE

"Matter'a willpower and all."

Because she totally had the hots for him and totally would not be able to bring herself to punt him.

[seriousbraindamage]

HE WOULD TRY. He would try so hard because he could, now (maybe), and it would be so worth it and so satisfying to send Rick flying across the hall. That'd learn him.

But punting Rick meant knowing what to do with his legs, and Wheatley still didn't think he could handle an actual kick. He'd have to settle for a death glare and a few more halted words.

"Leamme alone."

[explosion_day]

But Cheeeellllllll! Rick did not exactly want to leave her alone but he would cater quite extensively to a woman's whims.

"You sure about that?"

That just meant he could come back later, after she cooled of and everything and wanted him back. Obviously.

"I mean, I could get you a chair or find you another pair of legs or you could borrow mine. Just for a night."

[seriousbraindamage]

"Positive," he managed to spit out at the expense of his balance, which he still hadn't quite gotten the hang of. Chell's body, however, seemed to have a knack for doing things (like breathing) without him telling it to, and his arm shot out to grab the nearest stable object.

Which was probably maybe Rick's bottom handle.

HEY ROOMIE.

[paletteknife]

It had been on Mary's mind for a long time. Long before Halloween, even before Ib's arrival at the school. People came from different places here, different worlds... And that was okay. Would it be okay for her, too?

She'd been too afraid to try to let it out to anyone, of course. Even though it was only a matter of time before the one man who did know blurted it to someone and ruined everything for her. She needed to beat him to it. Something about being an adult now gave her the confidence she needed to decide that yes, she was going to reveal herself to somebody once and for all.

If that someone happened to be somebody incapable of speech who couldn't possibly tattle on her? Even better.

So she waited in their shared dorm. And plotted.

[seriousbraindamage]

The worst part about Chell's body, specifically, was that he couldn't figure out how to talk. Wheatley didn't know the source of Chell's muteness, and efforts to produce more than grunts and slurred noises proved fruitless.

What he hadn't figured out in the talking department, he'd accomplished in walking (sort of), managing to stumble back to what he knew to be Chell's room.

He did not expect someone else to be in there when he opened the door.

[paletteknife]

Despite her adult appearance, Mary still faked a childish giggle. "Welcome back."

She was, of course, sitting on Chell's bed. Because that was the way she knew she'd get her undivided attention for long enough to get this over with. But what was this lady's name again... It wasn't like Chell herself had ever told her.

Oh well. It didn't really matter.

[seriousbraindamage]

Wheatley had absolutely no idea whose bed was whose, and took the empty bed, not so much sitting on it as crumpling clumsily onto the mattress. A roommate. Of course. He should have expected as much, but there wasn't really anything he could do about it.

Saying hello in return also seemed out of the question, seeing as he couldn't operate Chell's (probably nonoperational anyway) vocal chords. What Mary received in greeting sounded mostly like some kind of dying animal.

Toward the end of the week - outside of the library

[verymuchamoron]

Chell had told Wheatley that she was waiting outside of the library. After all, that's where Wheatley had hung out a lot before, since he apparently worked at the library.

Even though Chell wanted nothing to do with him ever again, she was stuck in his body, and he apparently inhabited hers. It was like God or whomever - whatever deity sat up there in the sky, if there was one - was mocking her and purposely throwing irony in her face constantly.

She hoped that Wheatley would arrive shortly with her body. Get this damned thing over with.

[seriousbraindamage]

Somehow, Wheatley had managed to figure out Chell's body enough to stumble to the library. He hadn't been very good at taking care of it (eating? what was that?) but he hadn't died, so that was good enough for him.

Seeing his own body again was more than a little weird, but he swallowed down his discomfort and trudged up to the entrance.

"Oh, god, okay, there you are--haven't done anything to it, have you? Everything working?"

[verymuchamoron]

Hearing her own voice with Wheatley's accent almost made Chell cringe. She couldn't exactly cringe in this body, but a slight narrowing of the optic was the best she could do. She hadn't spoken in years, had forgotten what her voice sounded like, but it was so very characteristically Wheatley. And to see her own body stumble down the hallway like a fool was somewhat degrading. But that didn't matter; she needed to get that body back.

Glancing down at her body, Chell answered Wheatley's inquiry with a slight nod. The worst that had happened to the body so far was from various people poking it with sticks, most notably that little kid she hadn't seen before. Also Rick had slammed into her in an effort to get her out of the way.

[seriousbraindamage]

He somehow succeeded in making it to the library without tripping all over himself, but now that he was here, he had no idea what to do. Having been around other cores meant he wasn't terribly unsettled by seeing himself from the outside, but he certainly seemed angry about it.

And maybe some other things while he was at it.

"I don't suppose you've got any bright ideas--and if you do have any bright ideas, go ahead and speak up, you are physically capable of it, in my body. And in yours too, apparently."

[verymuchamoron]

She hadn't exactly figured out how Wheatley spoke in this body, but she didn't care to find out. Had no need for it.

But Wheatley on the other hand was still livid about Chell not speaking. Did he have any reason why she never spoke? Probably not; he was too idiotic.

To mimic her thoughts, the blue optic shifted around a bit, twisting with the body of the core. No, she didn't have any ideas because she had no idea how they even switched bodies in the first place. So, she resumed narrowing the optic in a slight glare.

[seriousbraindamage]

"That's very helpful. Of you."

It seemed that Wheatley was perfectly capable of being sarcastic no matter which body was in.

"Look, just give it a try so we can bounce ideas off each other. I'll be honest, the fake muteness is incredibly frustrating. Not helping anyone, with that. Making it harder for everyone, really. So just--go on and pull up the vocal processor, all you've got to do is think about what you want to say, and you'll say it."

[verymuchamoron]

Sorry Wheatley, but Chell truthfully had nothing to say. Besides, bouncing ideas off one another was probably a terrible idea because Wheatley's only ideas would be bad ones. That's how he was designed, right?

Perhaps her "muteness" was fake, but that wasn't about to get her to speak. She really didn't want to encourage him to come up with what would probably be counterproductive ideas. So she just resumed glaring, as if it was truly his fault that their bodies had been switched.

[seriousbraindamage]

He huffed, clearly frustrated. "No, fine. That's fine. Don't even try. We can just stay like this. Forever."

Which was obviously not something Wheatley wanted to do. He'd all but forgotten how frustrating it was to talk at someone and never receive an answer--and now that he knew her not speaking was a conscious decision on her part, he was even angrier about it, and possibly a little hurt.

"While we're on the subject--d'you have any idea how much trouble you would've saved us both if you just talked to me?"