mnt_mike | (no subject)

The first thing Mike is aware of as his mind slowly limps its way back towards consciousness, is how much that hurt. What caused it, and what it in turned caused, he's not so sure of just yet. But yeouch! Yeah, that smarted a bit more than it should have. Like...the ripping off of a band-aid, but bigger and more encompassing.

He tries to move, and groans. Moving hurts. Groaning hurts. Even hearing his own groaning hurts.

A heart beat later and the battle honed reflex portions of his mind sputter to life.
What happened? Where were you last? What's the last thing you remember?

Blue.
He remembers blue.

Then black.

But before then, before the black, and the blue light, there was....

"Mel?" his voice cracks in a weird way which results in a peal of coughing.

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mnt_mike

Mel's eyes don't feel like opening yet. Whatever hit her hit her hard and she doesn't quite feel up to moving or seeing or thinking quite yet.

Also, there's something heavy on her midsection.

"Uuuuuu?"

Her throat fails to produce her voice and it gives up.

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slayer_fray

The coughing doesn't merely wrack his body, it moves it ever so slightly. It's a move he feels instantly. The shifting of temperature from warm to cold.

The floor! He's on the floor. Against his better judgment, no doubt spurred on by the strangled sound from Mel somewhere in the room, Mike opens his eyes.

Red.
Oh god...red. Why red? NO RED.
He recoils, pushing himself away from the color...which is quickly replaced by yellow.

Then green
Then blue.

Ninja Twister. He's on the floor of the Ninja Twister room. Not blood. Ninja Twister. There's a small amount of comfort to be found in that.

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mnt_mike

There's someone moving in the room.

There's someone moving in the room who is definitely, from the way they move and the weight of their body and the sound of their feet on the floor, not Mike.

Mel pushes the thing off her belly and... rolls heavily to the side. Then her eye sreally do snap open.

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slayer_fray

What the hell was that? That...thump.

oh god. Mel.
Mike falls back to work up the momentum to a kip up to his feet, giving only the barest thought to the knot that has formed on the back of his head, before sprinting over toward the sound of the whump.

He doesn't notice that this is easier than it should be, or that he's moving faster than he has been. There's too much else at stake.

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mnt_mike

Mel clasps her bloated stomach in a panic, trying hard to remember what exctaly happened last night and what the nature of the parasite is. When it rolls around inside her, she's convinced it's demonic.

Which is all aside from the point, because the thing-that-isn't-Mike is running at her, presumably to attack. She flips back onto her shoulders in order to kick it away from her and jump to her feet.

For some reason, all her movements are slow, heavy and sluggish.

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slayer_fray

His mind is moving so quickly that it almost seems as if the world around him is slowing down. All at once he's there, blocking a sloppy kick from whoever that is on the floor that's clearly not Mel, and readying himself to strike a blow hard and fast right between its eyes.

When a flash of color catches up to him.
A familiar shade of orange.
The shape of a hula girl.

That shirt it's wearing...is his.

As is its face.

And then suddenly, as the thing on the floor...the man on the floor comes into focus, so does the silence. The deep, deafening silence of the room around Mike. Of his mind.

His arms windmill in his efforts to reverse direction. The moment his backside makes contact with the floor, he's scooting himself backwards toward the nearest wall.

That's me.
That's me on the floor.
My face.

...

Am I dead?

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mnt_mike

That hurt.

It hurt her pride, considerably, to know quite how slowly her foot moved and feel that it's not in the right place, that it didn't shoot out on instinct, but it also hurt her ankle, like being blocked with an iron bar instead of a fist.

She tries again to get up, but her body is too big and too slow and it all feelws wrong, but she does aty least make it to all fours, to stare at her attacker.

Or squint at it.

Who the Hell is that?

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slayer_fray

This makes no sense. It doesn't matter how many times he tries to roll it around in his head, it just MAKES NO SENSE!

How can he be dead? What the hell happened to cause that? And...if he's dead, why is his body still moving? That's not supposed to happen during out of body experiences, is it?

IS IT?!

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mnt_mike

Something about her looks familiar, but for the life of her, Mel can't place it. Something about Haddyn? But isn't she at home, right now?

There's another movement in her gut and she winces, groaning faintly, in the time it takes for her to recognise... herself.

"What the Hell?"

She looks around suddenly when Mike talks. Where is he?

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slayer_fray

"Oh that's just not right..."

That right there is a whole brandy new shiny-like nail in the coffin, isn't it? Hearing his own voice -- or rather not his voice, but the one he hears in recordings of his own voice -- come out of that mouth that looks like his but isn't.

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mnt_mike

"Rutting right it's not."

Mel makes one last final attempt to stand up. Which is hard because her body - the one she's in - is in no condition to be doing anything except curling up in a ball and, apparently, peeing.

She really needs to pee.

which is only slightly distracting her from the fact that Mike's voice isn't coming from anywhere in the room that she can see. Which - ninja, but he's saying the words she wants to say.

And apparently, she's very very pregnant.

And her hands are too big.

And now she facepalms.

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slayer_fray

Overwhelmed with confusion, but fairly certain that this HIM across the room can't do him much harm, Mike takes a deep breath and rests his head against the wall.

And there it is again.
The bump, the knot, on the back of his head. He laughs. Of course. That's why this doesn't make any sense! He's had some sort of concussion. He brings a hand up to investigate the bump further....but doesn't find a bump.
Instead what his hands feel is a hair gathered up in an elastic in sort of a makeshift lazy-styled bun. Mike pulls at the elastic freeing the blue and purple hair it restrained.

Mike's laughter quickly turns to a yelp in horror.

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mnt_mike

"Yanno," Mel says, from her superior position of having worked it out a second before him.

(and her inferior position of having to leans against the other wall because her feet are suddenly on fire)

"it's not that bad a dye job."

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slayer_fray

The spinning coin of Mike's realization has begun to wobble, and then finally...clatters flat.

"...but...you...Mel?"

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mnt_mike

"No, you Mel," Mel says. "Me Mikey. Probably. Jesu.

"Can I have it back?"

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slayer_fray

"OH no. No as a veteran of this sort of thing? Trust me. Me Mikey. You Mel."

First his borrowed hands are in front of his face. Then they're feeling the contours of his borrowed face. Then they move down his borrowed body, pausing briefly over the parts he always liked to feel as the second person.

"I...I don't know. Can you?"
Mike has no idea. Really truly no idea.

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mnt_mike

"Uh."

Mel is not really capable of summoning up the capacity to answer that.

"Can you stop doing that?"

Really not sexy from the outside.

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slayer_fray

"I...I don't know," he says again, but this time smirking.

There's one last passing glance down the front of the shirt he's wearing, before he pulls his legs in and rolls easily to his feet.

"Here, lemme help you. You uh...you're kind of lacking in grace there, and I'm afraid Green Peace is going to show up and try to push you back into the Lake."

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mnt_mike

"I got it."

You know what Mel hates? Being helpless.

She's already wincing in God what is this by the time Mike gets to her.

Stupid lythe Slayer body.

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slayer_fray

He knows. Oh how he knows.

Know what else he knows? Just how much discomfort she's in. Of course, now he also knows that she knows that he's been lying all this time about how everything is great. Brave faces suck when they're on the other foot, er...so to speak.

"I know you do."

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mnt_mike

"Uh huh."

She stands, and she glares at him, without realising she no longer has the face for glaring.

"So what happened?"

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slayer_fray

It's really really not is it? And until this very moment Mike had no idea how ineffectual he really is at glaring. No wonder nobody takes him seriously!

"I...I don't know," he says looking up at her while running a hand though his now much longer hair. "Before all the..." there's a vague hand gesture of vagueness. "I was trying to remember. Just as I was waking up there was blue. Like...sharp blue. Bright blue. Like a light. A blinding one."

Then, before he can stop himself, he reaches out and touches her stomach. Laying his palm against the bump where he knows he feels Magellan move the most.

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mnt_mike

Mel's hand twitches a little when Mike moves towards her - or rather, to be accurate, Mike's hand twitches when Mel sees Mel's hand coming at her. But she's already getting a headache thinking about this. She doesn't have the reflexes to stop him, though and she stills the movement as soon as it starts.

The... thing moves just then and she suddenly feels like she's about to throw up.

"Blue light. I got that too. Were we laughing?"

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slayer_fray

There's a slight sigh of relief as the baby moves.

"I think so? Maybe. I mean...it's all so...fuzzy still."
And quiet. He doesn't say anything about the quiet. One panic at a time.

"You're okay though, right? I mean,...aside from being inside me."