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Is Your Love Strong Enough? Part 2 - Personal Interwoven Soulcatchers
Following you awakening and talking with a few of the members through the communication systems by way of the three kind people who had awakened her, Nezaitben realized how the crew was stuck in a terrible mess.
So many of them felt sad and depressed. Considering the entire ship, it wasn't too hard to see why. The next day, there had been an unusual amount of magical flowers spreading all over the ship. Nothing that damaged the controls (she might be naive in the way humanoids were, but Nezaitben was no fool either) but they were found in the most unexpected of places. Her own awakening area was now blooming in a flower paradise, the wooden palace standing proudly on top, the smell and pink cherry blossom strong enough to carry through most of the central city area where most people resided.
Yet the ship was still sad.
This would not do.
That night, or what passed as a night for in the ship, Nezaitben took to the 'sky', letting pieces of her own essence fall on top of the sleeping populace, or those that were not sleeping finding themselves feeling the need too. Enveloping the ship into a peaceful slumber, she searched their dreams. The powers granted to her by the pantheon of gods in her homeworld allowed Nezaitben to weave a series of dreamcatchers giving her the ability to see those whose hearts connected true.
These noble souls would do. Lead by example had always been her philosophy. She would give them a great gift - communication with each other in a single body, allowing them to share everything together. Their two soulcatchers were woven together that night into a single, grand ones, hanging in the garden's trees.
A few minutes later, the empty husks of the bodies that weren't being used showed up at her palace. With a smile, she welcomed them like her own children and began to dress them for their task.
That morning, some of the crewmen would wake up to a strange surprise...and that would just be the beginning of a long, strange misunderstanding and young gods trying too much to please everyone.
[OOC - Just a few rules. Keep in mind the listed rules. You can all start your own threads of waking up in the bodies of others. If you feel like leaving a 2nd post for other people to intact with them, start a reply to your own first post with OPEN header. That way everyone else will know where to post and if you don't feel like having an open interaction post right away, you won't have to!
There will also be another post for all the soulless characters to go around spreading joy and love, so look forward to that too!]
So many of them felt sad and depressed. Considering the entire ship, it wasn't too hard to see why. The next day, there had been an unusual amount of magical flowers spreading all over the ship. Nothing that damaged the controls (she might be naive in the way humanoids were, but Nezaitben was no fool either) but they were found in the most unexpected of places. Her own awakening area was now blooming in a flower paradise, the wooden palace standing proudly on top, the smell and pink cherry blossom strong enough to carry through most of the central city area where most people resided.
Yet the ship was still sad.
This would not do.
That night, or what passed as a night for in the ship, Nezaitben took to the 'sky', letting pieces of her own essence fall on top of the sleeping populace, or those that were not sleeping finding themselves feeling the need too. Enveloping the ship into a peaceful slumber, she searched their dreams. The powers granted to her by the pantheon of gods in her homeworld allowed Nezaitben to weave a series of dreamcatchers giving her the ability to see those whose hearts connected true.
These noble souls would do. Lead by example had always been her philosophy. She would give them a great gift - communication with each other in a single body, allowing them to share everything together. Their two soulcatchers were woven together that night into a single, grand ones, hanging in the garden's trees.
A few minutes later, the empty husks of the bodies that weren't being used showed up at her palace. With a smile, she welcomed them like her own children and began to dress them for their task.
That morning, some of the crewmen would wake up to a strange surprise...and that would just be the beginning of a long, strange misunderstanding and young gods trying too much to please everyone.
[OOC - Just a few rules. Keep in mind the listed rules. You can all start your own threads of waking up in the bodies of others. If you feel like leaving a 2nd post for other people to intact with them, start a reply to your own first post with OPEN header. That way everyone else will know where to post and if you don't feel like having an open interaction post right away, you won't have to!
There will also be another post for all the soulless characters to go around spreading joy and love, so look forward to that too!]
Re: [Crichton and Mal]
“Great. So according to the voices in my head, I’m losing it. Who’re you?” This was John Crichton attempting to be sane and civil. Run, Spot, run. "I'm John."
For all the movies and TV he’d seen where they swapped bodies, John couldn’t say he knew first-hand how to boot someone out, which was weird when you thought about it when it wasn’t even the first time he’d had someone in here using him as a human monkey suit. Having someone in here with him, though. That was a first. John could safely say he didn’t like it. It took him a while to realize that all those phantom aches and pains he was feeling? They weren’t even his – they felt like his but they were in places he hadn’t had the chance to go getting nailed in, say, another brawl with a critter with more tentacles than it had any right having in the first place and you missed out on all this? Lucky you. He kept getting a few flashes if he kept focusing on that other inside. Flashes of explosions, mostly. What smelled a lot like cow crap. What had to be the ugliest ship he ever laid eyes on. Seriously, it looked bolted together and ready to shake apart if you looked at it wrong.
He felt something shift in the back of his head, almost like someone was turning around to…he didn’t know. Look? John couldn’t tell if it was his passenger or what. We don’t want him here, John thought. Another person in here could ruin everything. He found himself trying to push the intruder out without even realizing he was doing it and it hadn’t sunk in that when he thought “we”, he didn’t mean Bucket of Bolts here.
Re: [Crichton and Mal]
He tried to push it all back, keep his head clear on what was his thoughts, and what belonged to the other guy. John. "Malcolm Reynolds, and I'd appreciate it if you kept insults to my ship to yourself. Along with the rest of your thoughts."
Suddenly there was even more movement here, as if something else was beginning to stir, a sleeping wolf rising from its rest. Ain't exactly thrilled to be here myself. Gorram it, how many people you got in this head?
Re: [Crichton and Mal]
Dingy and damned dependable and she'd outlast any ship in the galaxy easy. It took John a moment to realize that he was getting more of that bleed from Reynolds here, his eyes darting even though he knew Reynolds wasn’t here in the physical sense. Guess he felt that strong about the thing. John figured if he was going to be stuck in his body with this other guy, he probably should try to get along and that meant trying to think very nice thoughts about the ship and focusing on the real problem here. Basically it boiled down to how to –
“What?” John blurted. “What do you mean, how many people – ”
He didn’t get a chance to finish as suddenly his stomach twisted, the floor tilted, and their shared vision grayed out.
[Figure we can do the dream sequence with Harvey over here?]