[Game Thread] Session 1 - Underneath the Ersiine

[Suika]

Tali knew enough about psychology to discern between her own natural emotions, and the strangely artificial ones she was currently experiencing, but it still didn't help her shake them off. Not that it was necessarily a bad thing, since she'd probably be near catatonic with terror if she could.
"It...it hurts...."
Her tone spoke of an excitement her words completely belied, leaving it difficult to tell which she truly meant.

[Fragmaster01]

OOC Right... Malleus is still exploded. Moving on regardless...

[Connor]

Something about his head didn't feel right... not physically, he was almost too concerned to double check. No, it was more... like his head, or more accurately, his thoughts were someone else's, some THING else's. He still hurt and remained still, simply dumbfounded at what was going on. He seemed... shorter, closer to the ground. His eyesight was better, his body felt stronger... while somehow... smaller? He didn't understand anything at the moment... but what else could he do.

[Suika]

Tali's first instinct was to curl up in a ball and whimper, but she managed to fight it down. She quickly began trying to search her memory to see if she can remember having taken a bite before the weirdness started, because she was beginning to think someone had slipped her something. Given that she hadn't had anything to eat or drink since before leaving her house for the session, however, she was beginning to fear otherwise.
She still hadn't opened her eyes to see if what she was rapidly beginning to fear was true, though. Especially since she had a horrible feeling it would hurt her already poor reputation....

[Caput]

James Sits up, covering his face with his hands. Feeling the smooth scales and inhuman bone structure, it becomes clear obvious to him what's happened: He's not a he at all. Aesha opens her eyes and looks around her, consumed with bewilderment.

"Abuh? What!?"

[Fragmaster01]

All: The place around you resembles a colonial Spanish plaza of sorts. Roughly rectangular in shape(150x100 feet), made of sandstone and red clay, with various bits of colorful cloth hanging from a balcony above. There's several tables set up around the outer edges, with a large fountain in the middle. All sorts of... people are busy chatting, dancing, and drinking. Alomarians in fancy robes and dresses, Trolls adorned in whatever seemed appropriate(with a collection of funny hats on several of them), Satyrs in varying states of half-dressed attire...

Hermit: All sorts of bizarre sensations are rushing at you. Every motion of your body feels... smooth, refined somehow, as if this... thing had far too much practice at it. Your hands and forearms feel bulky somehow, as if something was clasped onto the back of them. Oh goodness, was that a tail twitching? That's creepy. You seem to be dressed in a plain grey robe, with the chest opened up slightly. Something's hanging off your back, a backpack, you expect.

A metallic synth walks up to you. Roughly Alomarian in shape, though with a series of flat panels attached near the hips, covered in pockets holding things like utensils and such. "Oy, what are you doing lying around? Get back to the kitchens, they're overworked in there." The servant wanders off, not bothering to check if you complied with his demand.

Breaker: Oh dear, everything feels... funky. Your body seems to be lacking anything that could be considered 'varying consistency'; everywhere feels exactly as thick as everywhere else, regardless of the fact that there's totally supposed to be bones, and muscles, and those sorts of things. Your eyes are shaded from the lights above by something... a hood? You weren't wearing a hoodie before. Hell, you're not wearing one now: just a low-cut strapless shirt of sorts, and a small skirt, each with slight padded inserts(almost like a vague armor of sorts). And that's wrong too, your chest shouldn't be this big. Okay, it's only average-sized, but that's more than what you had a few minutes ago...

Your musings are interrupted by the feeling of someone tripping over your outstretched leg, and going splat.

Aesha: Oh goodness, that wasn't your voice. Well, it was, according to your brain, but your memories say otherwise. This one is higher, softer, with a bit of a bounce to it. Your tail twitches inadvertently, and you're horribly aware of a lack of sensation in the front of your pants. Your ears are flapping out like little wings of sorts, you're vaguely aware of the fact that despite being a girl, you're not wearing a shirt at all, and there's something stuck behind your foo-

You go sprawling back on the ground, having fallen over something(someone?) in your rapid examination of your surroundings.

[Connor]

Anthony wasn't alone not in the physical sense, but he felt so alone in the metaphorical sense... he was confused, bewildered and concerned. Above all, he was sure he was dead... or dreaming. His sense of self seemed 'wrong' in this new body, in this new world, and a name came to him. Several names in fact, but one stuck true, like a harp's cord. Hermit. Yes he liked that name... oddly seeming to fit the situation and his deflated sense of emotions.

He took a moment to survey his surroundings, hoping to figure out what was going on. He didn't ignore the strange being that had told him to return to whatever work his body had been doing prior to the shift, he just simply didn't retain the knowledge of the things words due to the shock of what was going on. His body was what stole his attention now. Sleek and almost... what was the word... synthetic? It was a learning process, just to accept what was happening.

[Suika]

Tali or should it be Breaker, now... finally opens her eyes, and looks immediately at the back of her hand. Sure enough, the bluish-grey metal exoskeleton going up her arm she had been dreading. Trying even harder than she had been a few seconds ago not to quiver in terror, knowing Breaker was supposed to be brave and brash, she pushed herself up to a sort of squat position, and looked over to where someone had tripped over her. She took a metaphorical deep breath as she stood up not that I actually need to take a real one, if I'm really Breaker and gathered her courage, putting her hands on her hips as she looked down at the careless person.
"You blind, or just drunk?"
On the one hand, it probably wasn't the wisest idea to be mouthing off, on the other hand, she was almost certainly either asleep or hallucinating please, please, please be one of those, please... so it wouldn't matter.

 

The italic bits are Tali's thoughts. Please let me know if having them in the middle of my descriptive text is annoying, and I'll change it.

[Caput]

Aesha plummets with the grace of an ox. "Ow."

She looks up at Breaker. Where do I know you from? Oh yes, of course. "Yes, apparently. A little help?" She raises a thin turquise arm, waiting to be pulled to her feet.

[Fragmaster01]

Hermit: Your ears twitch around to the sound of someone falling over, and the response of an angry girl. That feels very odd, and the fact your hearing seems to work better in the direction your ears face isn't helping.

Hmm... you recognize the duo from somewhere, but... ah right! Those were Tali and James' characters. That might explain why they look rather out of place and confused.

[Connor]

"Um... can I be of service to your esteemed self?" The odd voice seemed remarkably refined and something within his 'brain'(?) told him that the synthetic like himself was lower... or debased... but the other was one who deserved some measure of respect. Hermit shakes his head roughly, not sure why he instinctively spoke rather than having full control. It was surely an odd system of thought, sort of an almost out of body-esque.

In a moment the realization reaches his befuddled brain, and he is able to think clearer than he had before. "Oh, hey!"

[Caput]

"Hi! Is this what it looks like? Because it looks a little impossible." Aesha's looking at Hermit, but still wiggling her arm at Breaker.

Ok. This is getting ever more strange. Either I have a tumour or something or the GM is a witch.

[Suika]

Tali breathes a mental sigh of relief that she isn't getting yelled at, then a larger one when she finally twigs that the person on the floor is probably someone else from the gaming group. No, no, no, not good, not good, please don't be here too...
It takes her a few seconds after this realisation to notice that the figure is trying to get a hand up, and she dutifully takes hold of the outstretched arm and pulls them up as gently as she can, given she hasn't managed to get used to her strength yet. Her mental state takes another beating as the person she's helping up makes it clear that they too are here out of place. Shared hallucination, please oh please be a shared hallucination...
If she needed to breathe, Tali would be hyperventilating right now, and her mental state could charitable be described as precarious.

[Caput]

Aesha looks around the group, mentally cataloguing races and probable classes out of the rulebook. "Thanks. Um. I'm hallucinating or something. Or I was. This is the dream, right?"

[Fragmaster01]

Aesha: Your mind ponders such things, but oddly, the information doesn't really come in terms of stats. Rather, thoughts about what wizards look like, the sorts of people you tend to see among bugbears, what trolls smell like(funky, with a hint of alfalfa)...