trans_9 | 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!]

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An interesting thing to note, as she became more deliberately aware of the body she now inhabited: Morgan's heart rate was only about thirty beats per minute or so. He, of course, was perfectly used to it, but having one's heart beat only half as often as it seems like it should might be alarming.

For his own part, Morgan was too busy trying to figure out how not to observe her lock code that he completely missed it. He only pulled himself back to paying attention when they stumbled a little as a result of him unconsciously taking more control of the body's motions with each step.

Sorry! He pulled back his control as much as he could, supporting her guidance rather than challenging it, but he couldn't help looking curiously over the inside of the ship as they entered.

The corridors were much the same as the bridge on the Sensoriums had been - only even less interesting. Plain grey metal, with moving guide-rails along the wall, though in full gravity, there wasn't much use for them. Except...

"...I don't remember anyone leaving flowers in here."

Well, not that leaving you flowers is a bad idea, Morgan thought, since he'd considered doing it himself once or twice. But this is a bit weird.

He carefully, carefully kept from his upper mind the brief thought that her body had somehow dissolved into flowers. Let's NOT go there.

Yeah, as sweet a thought as that is, it'd mean I'd have a stalker capable of breaking some scary-advanced cryptography.

She headed down the hallway, towards one of the lifts. Crew quarters are aa floor up.

Or has magic, Morgan said. Making flowers appear in here at a distance actually wouldn't be difficult. Not that I intended to do that...

He was rapidly accommodating to the sort of control necessary to support her motions rather than repress them. Surrendering control in this respect was a little scary, but right now their minds were pressed so close together he couldn't feel threatened or alarmed.

That thought gave Sumeragi pause.

You can do magic?

Though, given that he hadn't mentioned it before, it probably wouldn't help them get out of this situation. And there seemed to be even more flowers. And... was that her? Running at them? Ugh, where had she gotten that gold dress?

Didn't you ever wonder about the flower I made you? Or how I managed to accommodate you in my head...

He trailed off at the sight in front of him. Okay, admittedly there was a little bit of a positive reaction in the depths of his brain, because it was a hot body in a cute dress. But overwhelming that was revulsion, because that was Sumeragi's body, but not her mind powering it. And no matter how hot that body might be, that was pretty horrible.

...at least your body is still alive and existing, he said lamely.

She hadn't wondered, she realized with a small pang of guilt - thought the flower had been another Sensorium-illusion even after she'd gone back to the ship, and left it on a shelf in her quarters.

There were more pressing concerns for the moment. She - the other her, her body - was grinning like an idiot, and advancing on them with a garland of flowers.

"Love and peace to you, Morgan~"

This seems entirely likely, he said, using humor to mask (poorly) his serious concern. Another intelligence animating her body? No. No he did not like that one bit.

Sumeragi was a bit too distracted in staring in horror at that idiotic grin to really contemplate what was going on below the surface here.

Flustered, she backed up a step. You deal with it. Her. Whichever. She was far, far, far too sober for today.

Morgan slid back into control of his own body easily enough, gently sliding past Sumeragi's consciousness. He elected to deal with the body by not resisting, simply accepting the garland with a smile that didn't quite touch his eyes.

The smile was met with a bright idiot-grin from the woman - Sumeragi was trying very hard not to think of it as herself - and then, to Sumeragi's horror, she leaned in to give Morgan a kiss on the cheek. Not that there was anything wrong with Morgan, but this was about four steps (or several drinks) too far into this relationship.

Then, with a giggle, she bounced past them, heading off into one of the ship's side corridors.

Don't worry. Morgan didn't even really identify that body with Sumeragi. Her presence in his mind was too her, and whatever was in her body too NOT her, for him to think of it that way.

Well. I don't... even know what to make of that.

Sumeragi wasn't entirely sure what to make of that either, and there was a few seconds of stunned silence before she finally replied.

Spreading more 'love and peace', I guess.

I guess, he agreed, for lack of any other better response. Well, even if I was able to put you back where you belong, I'm not sure I could with your body apparently under the control of another intelligence. I'm sorry to admit it, but I think we're in over our heads here.

Well, at least I'm not dead. I guess that'll have to be a start for today. Hopefully someone else onboard knows what's going on.

Yeah. Let's get on the omnicomms and see if we can rustle up some help or information.

Is Your Love Strong Enough? Part 2 - Personal Interwoven Soulcatchers

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(I put up a dream thread, too!)

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Think this may be wrap-up?

This should do it. :)