The Causeway, Sunday Morning/Afternoon

[lockestheway]

It was that time of the year again: spring break, with its travels to far away and exotic locales! Like Brazil.

Teachers and students had been asked to assemble at the causeway as per usual. Their portal would be leaving early on into the afternoon, so there was plenty of time to pack up your things and hurry on down to catch it.

So, the question remained: was everyone ready for some fun in the sun? Or was there still too much bodyswappy freaking out to be done?

Stay tuned.

[[ gather all, gather around! ]]

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[wwiii]

"I'll lose my mind if I don't get my wings back soon," Warren replied, nodding a little bit. "So... I'd be all for that. A lot."

All the lots. And then some. Even if his actual body had far more mass than this one, Warren felt ... heavy, this way. He didn't like it one bit.

[life_inshadow]

"How much do you fly?" Tara asked, intrigued. "I know you can, but I didn't know it was an ... every day kind of thing. And, um, I want to get back to looking like myself too. Obviously."

[wwiii]

"The answer used to be 'never' until I got to the island," Warren replied. "But... I mean... now I kind of fly everywhere. Why walk when you have wings? I belong in the sky."

[life_inshadow]

"You were made for it," Tara said philosophically. "Maybe that's the saddest thing about the swaps. You ... without wings."

[wwiii]

"I ran away from home in order to keep them." Warren's reply was a little softer at that. "But right now, it's kind of a toss-up between that and the fact that Karla can't look me in the eye. Ask me again in the morning, and I'll probably have a different answer."

He shrugged.

"It has to get better. You'll have your face back, and I... I don't care if I don't have a face at all after this. I just need to fly."

[life_inshadow]

"Don't say that," Tara said, biting a thumbnail and thinking of Jono, of how finding a face hadn't helped much of anything for him from what she could tell. "Karla can't ...I don't know, just look at the psychic scent and ignore the body?"

[wwiii]

Warren shrugged a little, his gaze dropping.

"When Bobby and I got to the hotel yesterday, Karla was naked and crying in the shower, and Topher was freaking out on the bed, equally naked. I... don't think she's going to be able to separate the face from the person wearing it so well, right now."

[life_inshadow]

Tara winced. That was terrible, and she couldn't blame Karla as much as she would have liked to. Waking up naked with the wrong person was horrifying.

"Oh." A sheepish pause. "Um ... at least he didn't run away and take your body on a bus to Kansas or something?"

She didn't know why Kansas, no.

[wwiii]

Because it was totally a place. A place with things in it.

And little dogs, too.

"I think if he did something like that, I'd have pretty valid reason to release the hounds, or something."

Not that he would, but body-snatching was kind of frowned upon.

[life_inshadow]

"I don't think they could run all the way to Kansas."

That was the weakest joke ever. And Tara wasn't disagreeing with Warren's general idea at all.

[OOC: So sorry, LJ ate this ping.]

[wwiii]

"I will give them rockets," Warren intoned, trying to sound as solemn as possible. "I will release the rocketdogs."

And it would be awesome.

[life_inshadow]

Tara actually laughed at that, then clapped her hand over her mouth. "Laughing sounds really strange when you're in a different body," she decided.