The winds of change~~

[shnpc]

WHO: Everyone!
TONE: Anything from fun to serious
RATING: PG-13+
WHEN: 20th - 23rd April
WHERE: All around the school
WHAT: Canon selves event! A seance gone awry has had its effect on the school, bringing about mental and physical changes to students and staff alike! Full details of the combinations of effects can be found here.
STATUS: Ongoing! Use whichever style you like.

[Spring brings change, but that change isn't always a good thing! Whether your character has changed entirely into their canon self, or only in part, please keep in mind that whatever they know/learn of their original canon during this event will be unable to be clearly recalled - disappearing with their past self - when the event is over. This is to avoid fourth-walling after the conclusion of the event.

Please also keep in mind that some people will not want to fourth-wall during the event! Make sure it's alright with the other player before you decide to do that. Above all, though, have fun!]

Comments

Canon mind; AU body

[greaselightning]

[This isn't anything Cronus was ever expecting. First off, this is not the dream bubbles, or at least, not one he's ever seen, and believe him, after the first few epochs, there's not much more to see. Besides his obviously strange surroundings, it doesn't take long for him to see his pink hands and arms. There's a rise of excitement in him, because for all he might be playing the humankin pretty hard for some sucker to fall for it and pity him, this is pretty neat! He further inspects himself in a mirror he's happened across, and damn does he look like one hot human. He made a hot troll to begin with, but damn he is looking fine.]

[Maybe it's just a dream bubble that's far more potent than he's ever experienced, maybe it's some new type of dream bubble, who even knows. Not him! He hardly gives a shit about the mechanics of dream bubbles or any of that crap, leave that to Aranea who likes to babble on endlessly about shit he doesn't even care about. Seriously, when it comes down to either getting laid for figuring out how your strange and forever shifting environment works? He'd focus on what clearly matters here.]

[Though, he can't do much about that if he's just in some dorm-looking area without many people around. Time to go check out the local bubble inhabitants! Cronus will be making his way around the castle, perhaps he'll spot someone in the courtyard and approach them, or maybe even in the halls. For the most part, he's acting pretty damn normal, hitting on unsuspecting people, but he's obviously got no idea where he's at, or what this place even is. He doesn't care to find out either. Wasted time and wasted effort, after all.]

[hearnoevil]

[After her encounter with several people Meulin has come to realize something is up. After being at this school for as long as she has she tries not to let herself worry too much about it (but in the end, she does a little). She has been fortunate enough to remain unaffected and she hopes it stays that way.

She's in the courtyard, sitting by a fountain and doing some sketching as was her plan for the today. While she may no longer possess the gray skin of trolls or horns, she still looks very much the same with her voluminous dark hair, form, and bright green eyes.

She doesn't hear Cronus if he says anything, but the sight of his shadow causes her to look up. Meulin isn't very familiar with Cronus, but she of course knows his name and offers him a smile.]

Hello Ampora. Is there something I can help you with?

[innocent_insanity]

['Ey there Cronus - recognise Kurloz? As a human? Looking a bit lost in his pajamas and bedraggled hair? He's just kind of skulking around the hallways, still in search of scissors and sewing material but the manner in which he's walking should be fairly recognisable.]

Canon mind and body

[mo_cara]

[Oh, hey, look, it's an actual troll-bodied troll! This one kind of looks like Kurloz, except younger, and with clown facepaint instead of skull, and oh, an apparently working mouth. He's slouching around, staring at everything, and throwing a juggling club up in the air absently and catching it, over and over.]