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Robert unfolded his arms out to Mimsy. "Me? The reason? Nah, you kidding? I'll keep you safe. From the crazy. Except for, uh.." He gestured to his missing half. "That particular crazy."

There was only so much he could promise.

"Wow, so many things make sense. I thought his name was Jed I. Huh. Yeah, I found him in a lab room wearing a labcoat ******** with stuff." She had clearly forgotten her sacred pact, but Clarice was probably incapable of remember much right now anyway. "He seemed okay, and mostly just like. I dunno. Like a kid two days after halloween and he's found all the candy and eaten it. And then washed it down with mountain dew."

The yawns were just too cute. They were veering dangerously close to the Koala Zone, as Clerise called it. It was calculated with a complex algorithm based on yawns, clinginess, and tone of voice.

"I'll do it more often, then. And, Miss Lady, I think it'd be better if you just went back to bed. If I find you sleeping under an experiment again, I will take pictures, laugh, and start monitoring your sleep schedule." Clerise gave her a look with serious eyebrows. "I mean it, you."

Leaning in for a quick kiss, Clerise rubbed the base of Clarice's neck briefly before stepping back entirely. Her hands felt empty, so she picked up the clipboard again, but it did nothing to quell it. Huh. Maybe she'd go back to bed soon.

Tentatively, Mimsy inched towards Robert, like a stray animal being coaxed out of a corner.

"Right. Could that be achieved without hugging? I will recover your legs, should they refuse to return." She stopped moving forward as soon as the question was out of her mouth, since her willingness to accept this depended a great deal upon his answer.

Bleary-eyed and rumpled, Tuck staggered into the cafeteria and beelined for the coffee pots. He took no notice of anyone or anything out of the ordinary, as he had actually had a full nights rest. He might actually still have been sleeping, in all truthfulness.

It wasn't until his cup of coffee was half-gone that he realized there was some s**t going down, and leaning against the nearest wall, Tuck continued to sip his coffee and just... observe the insanity.

Just another normal day here at Deus Ex.

After a few minutes passed, Tuck moseyed over to Rep and nudged the other man with his shoulder.

"Your legs is missin'."

Suddenly he sounded a lot like Rep, and the world felt a lot shorter, for a second there was confusion as he glanced up at himself.

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MArk had managed to Peyton's attention, and she'd even take a couple of steps in his direction before her entire being just locked up, features shutting down into a very strained sort of conflicted grimace. The only movement about her at all was the fine tremble in hands and legs.

The compulsion to do just as Mark had requested was there, and it was strong. Of course he was a god, he was everything, he wasamazing, and why the hell wouldn't she want a ride on that? He radiated awesome and sex through every pore of his body and she had to get herself a slice of that man cake before Alya got him all to herself! WHY WASN'T SHE WALKING FORWARD!?

Because every fiber of her tiny little body was screaming a big resounding NO. Something about this was not right.

It was, because he'd said it was, but there was something, a very stubborn and resistant something, that kept her rooted to the spot. At least until the whole inner conflict became too much and her small frame crumpled into a heap on the floor, twitching.

Luckily help came in the form of Gnat's broth, who was.. made of chocolate. Pushing herself up on her hands, she stared across the room at Gnat in shock and uncertainty. "I don't want to melt in the rain!" She sounded vaguely hysterical at the concept, despite kind of sort of knowing in the back of her head that this was all just ridiculous.

Rep was still basking contentedly in Harrison's adoration when Tuck bumped intohim and for a moment the world fell out of balance, settling further below eye level than he remembered and with a lot less Harrison. He blinked."The ******** then he looked down.

"Oh my ******** god."

Gnat's words sunk in, and Peyton turned her head to stare at Tuck, royal prince of Russia, in a way that no human should ever look at another.

Getting to her feet, she tried to work through to morality of consuming another person, cake batter or not, for the sake of furthering one's own existence. She was still trying to work through this ovious internal conflict when she crossed the floor and came to a stop in front of Tuck, who was actually Rep, not that she was aware of that.

Looking up, way up, she fidgeted on the spot, small hands wringing. "I'm sorry, but I don't want to die." At least she actually sounded bad about this. It wasn't like she wanted to cause Tuck more pain. "You understand that, right?" Of course, even if he didn't, Peyton really didn't want to die. At this point his willingness or acceptance was moot. She was going to ******** eat Mr. Chocolate. That was that!

It took a few moments for Rep's mind - normally so snugly seated at the helm of his smug douchebag body - to adapt to the sudden shift in habitat. This body was fitter, taller, better proportioned and all around that of a pretty damn attractive black man.

This was the first clue it wasn't his.

The other clue that he was in the wrong body was that he found himself looking at himself, or at least, half of himself from the outside - which was ******** weird. Surely he wasn't that short? He patted himself, first his cheek - no scars - and then down his body with the ******** abs he'd sung the praises of down to - NOPE that definitely wasn't his. He recoiled and looked mortified.

His accent sounded all wrong in the wrong voice which just upset him even more.

"Ace?" he said, and in panic though he hadn't yet noticed the pair of sentient legs which were his other fiancée. "Jordan? I think I have a ******** problem here."

Peyton got the spooked look of a man whose world has spontaneously reoriented and who found himself staring into an abyss of do not want. "I... what the ******** are you even talking about man? Don't ******** touch me!"

"AND GIVE ME MY ******** BODY BACK, I NEED THAT."

Harrison got a haunted look. "And don't hang on his ******** arm either."