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"Oh, Goddammit."

Roxie has discovered that she is not, in fact, Roxie, but someone else who happens to be currently occupying her spot.

((In this post—players become stuck in the bodies of their characters on the meatship! Oh my!))

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"Right? It's like picking up a tiny handbag," she pauses and looks down. "Holy shit, it's a long way up."

"...That's not creepy at all."

"..."

"Should I make them dance?"

Too late, already doing some kind of ridiculous dance.

"That's not just moe', that's lolicon. Lafiel's moe'."

"I know, right? Like I've said: Chief's a giant."

She thinks. "I'm also soooo going to have to go run across the ship or something."

"Oh, hell yes!"

The head starts flaming veeeeeeery slowly. "Holyshityourhead'sonfire." There's a bucket of water close by (only a few miles or so away), I'm gonna go grab it and come back in less than a second and now there is water on your head.

"Think of it this way. They can put you in a carry-on and you won't need to pay for airline tickets."

Half-smirking.

"...what is love," yep, singing now, "Oh, baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me no more."

There is also more ridiculous dancing from Col to accompany this.

If Xuanlong was stuck in Gauron's body, she probably wouldn't have bothered showing up. Instead, with the magic of bendytime, she's gotten a character who hasn't been depodded yet. "This is... actually a lot less different than I was expecting."

"...If I could only get out of this armor though."

...

"At least Kelly's voice is kinda cool. For a girl." ~_~

"Uh uh... Say, 'You can't handle the truth!' That always works! Or or... 'Roger that.' Chief always says that!"

She pulls off her glasses and puts them on Yuri. Oddly enough, it's blank glass, non-prescription.

"There. Moe."

"Because twelve-year-olds aren't tall."

"I am going to drop you down a ventilation shaft."

"HolybodyswitchBatman!"

"GAAAAAAH!" Daimon, or "Daimon" squirmed and squealed like a 12 22 year old girl. "What the @$#$* you little @#$(@$ I HATE WATER AND IT'S NOT FIRE!"

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"You're lucky. I have twice the power on you, but half the height. And chicks don't dig the 'KISS Reject' look."

"Livin' the dream over there, Matt?"

Zita, by which I mean Chief, by which I also mean Zita, laughs.

"They should be. I'm even shor--" long pause. "Oh god, I hope she isn't stuck in my body. That could be dangerous for her. Balance issues and all."

"Jesus Tiberius Christ, there really is an awful load of crap in this belt!"

"Zitazitazita. I can ride you like a chocobo." This is the best day ever, as far as she is concerned. Minus the short-and-twelve business.

"No, no, no! I know a better one!"

Throat clearing.

"WE'RE NO STRANGERS TO LO-O-OVE!..."

"Nah, she can just lie on her back and not move until we switch back." Varis considers this for a moment. "...I hope we switch back. I mean BA as Claire is we're on the fucking meatship here."

"Whydidn'tyousaysoandcanyoutalkalittlefaster?Idon'tfeellikebeinghereforhoursholyshitnowonderBart'ssoimpatientseriouslythisissofuckingboringcanyoutalkalready?" Bart shook ~~his~~ ~~her~~ ~~gah pronouns~~ his head rapidly. "SOSLOW."

Zita is silent for three full seconds, having gotten a horrible idea.

She points at Jared/Kelly dramatically.

"OBJECTION!"

Oh boy!

"YOU KNOW THE RULES, AND SO DO I~~"

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