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It was not the first time she'd made this face, nor would it be the last.

Jerry hesitated, Roar swinging from aiming at Mimsy to aiming at Gnat as he drank in her words. "You... wow, really?? I could use a lot of money, let me tell you! Ah... how much are we talking about?"

The enemy was still in their midst, and he quickly righted his aim again in case she decided to move.

A pint sized twerp was now in awe of you, Rep.

"Are you magic?"

Mimsy didn't have to wait long for something to happen. Namely, what appeared to be a bodyswap. Robert's partial invisibility made a lot more sense now, as did the coffee - Clerise was still a b***h and a liar.

Okay, no. She was leaving. As soon as she took her first step towards the door, she was halted by a hand on her shoulder and the sound of Clerise's voice.

Which carried a disgustingly clever announcement.

"Really?" She clenched her teeth and tried to elbow her. "<******** you, Clerise."

There was no good option that involved staying in this room, so she tried her best to devise a plan that took her through a clear route to safety. This immediately became much harder to do with a weapon and several pairs of accusatory stares pointed in her direction.

"Yes, I insist that you listen to Rep!" she blurted in a panic. Well, those were words that she never particularly envisioned herself saying. Then again, absolutely nothing about this was anything that she ever might have foreseen.

Svensyl cackled wildly and wished with ever ounce of himself that he could give Clerise all of the approval that he was feeling.

"Hmm-?" he mumbled over the edge of the cup, glancing in Mimsy's direction.

For a brief moment Lucky wondered why he felt constricted - in instant defeat, the seams were tearing along the edges of all his clothes meant to withstand only the scrawniest of guys - and glanced down to find all his mental exercise had finally gone to his body. Excessively.

Somebody barreled into him, and almost knocked the cup out of his hands.

"Vhy is everyperson so much-" And then the weird hallucination went away, but so did he, slightly behind and to the right of.... him... self... "-crazy today-?"

It was Lucky's broken English, but he sounded like some kind of ridiculous Russian mobster or something with such a deep voice. In something of a sleepless caffiene-induced panic, he reached up with both hands and dramatically felt a face that was definitely not his. The parts he could see were also worryingly different. It was distracting enough that he wasn't even listening when Clerise shouted to the masses - or maybe Song had chosen to deftly skip over a few words in translation.

He accosted the bodybuilder version of himself immediately, stumbling from an unfamiliar center of mass. This was so weird. "VHAT YOU DO??"

Melvin just looked at her. "Ripped? Just tell me you didn't give me steroids. I don't want to know about side effects later on the road." Bodily changes this quickly were never good signs though.....Melvin touched his abs and turned his head just so. He was ripped.

This was very new to the Lifer, but the sweater and tearing was getting too much for him. He had to get this off, but at the same time he wasn't in the habit of going shirtless. "I feel like I'm suffocating." He sighed before noticing everyone else flipping their s**t and Jerry with Roar out. "Jerry, put that away. You could hurt someone!"

And suddenly heartbroken.