[Hello Vatheon. Were you enjoying your day? Was it nice and quiet? No? Whether or not that was the case, it's sure as hell not quiet now - especially for you Villa residents - as there is suddenly the shrieking voice of a not-a-death-god-in-a-death-god's-body ringing out across the network.]

WHAT THE GODAWFUL FUCK IS WRONG WITH MY VISION?! And nobody tell me this is normal, because I have been human before, and human vision is not like this. Any vision I've had is nothing like this. What is that?

[He swings the SFC over to Liz's sleeping form in a nearby bed, but--]

Wait, of course none of you regular viewers are going to know, because you're not the one stuck with this! There's not supposed to be some weird orb stuck inside her body, and I am seeing entirely too much as it is.

[Now he turns the camera back to himself, teeth bared for all the little it means without fangs.]

For the record, because apparently going through all this crap for two and a half years wasn't enough, apparently I have been hit with yet another repeat curse. This is Karkat Vantas in Death the Kid's freaky body, I am not even close to knowing how to handle this, and Kid--

Either you contact me right fucking now, or I swear to the death god responsible for your existence that I will trash your block.

Good evening, Vatheon. I now bring you a Vatheon Community Radio News report.

In today's news, we have learned that citizens are finding themselves... suddenly, and fundamentally changed.

Karkat Vantas - you know, the leader of the trolls - reports that his consciousness has been transferred into the body of Death the Kid, who is of a completely different species, and possessed of remarkable visual powers.

In a network post earlier today, he stated: "This is Karkat Vantas in Death the Kid's freaky body, I am not even close to knowing how to handle this, and Kid--" [Cecil pauses, gasping, and seems to calm himself. It's actually a very good imitation of Karkat. Then he continues the quote.] "Either you contact me right fucking now, or I swear to the death god responsible for your existence that I will trash your block." [Finishing the quote, he returns to his normal, dramatic inflection]

I urge all citizens to Please. Remain. Calm. Though your mind, your soul, your very essence may have been permanently housed in the body of another citizen, that's no excuse for panic. I hope that all of you recognize the responsibility you hold to one another. We're all in this together, and you must be cautious not to accidentally damage any body that you happen to have control over at this moment. I'm sure the true owner of the body will thank you later, if this situation is corrected by our benevolent captors.

This has been Cecil, with Vatheon Community Radio News. Good night, Vatheon.

Good night.

[Most Vatheonites would sink into their magical stasis comas quietly and subtly, without causing too much of a fuss. Bro is not one of those Vatheonites.

It's just after noon. He’s unaffected by the new curse and out of the apartment, just going about his business in the bubble as usual, when he feels the drowsiness wash over him. He knows instantly this is a bad thing, so his hand finds its way to the SFC without even a second’s delay. He manages to start the video function, but the palm of his hand is covering the camera, which makes it rather pointless. All that can be seen is darkness.]

S-shit…

[That’s the only thing he manages to say before he’s out like a light and keels over. What can be heard next is a loud crashing noise, followed almost immediately by a thud and a crack. Something rolls along the ground, the sound growing ever more distant, as Bro’s hand slips halfway off the camera. Through his fingers, the only thing that can be seen is the most nondescript ceiling you’ll ever encounter. Plain white. Almost half a minute of silence follows before the SFC’s connection fizzles out again.

Gentlemen (and ladies), start your panicking. Bro won't respond (obviously), but feel free to threadjack or whatever if you so desire.]

[There's a sound in the background before anyone starts talking, a sound that is almost suspiciously like the loading of a gun. Before anything more ominous happens, though, the noises stop, and a man's voice speaks up.]

Well, this is hella entertaining. They're getting uncreative with their invasive afflictions. You'd think they'd be eager to come up with new and interesting ways to get reactions out of us, instead of rehashing shit they've done before.

For you newbies, it means that this has happened before. At least this time I'm not fucking barking.

This is Dirk, by the way.

[For a few moments, there are some more random sounds- a little mechanical click-click-click, that continues until the recording cuts out.]

[You know what's a really bad way to wake up? Waking up inside of a coffin is what's a really bad way to wake up! In his initial panic at waking up trapped in that small, tight space, Lloyd doesn't even register the pendant hanging around his neck, or the picture lying in the coffin with him. No, Lloyd's panic means he's slamming against the walls, the lid-

Oh. The lid isn't locked. It slams open, allowing Lloyd to sit up and gulp grateful breaths of air.

Grateful until he realizes just what it is he's sitting in. With a yelp, Lloyd all but flies out of the box. Wait. Holy crap, those aren't his arms! That's not his body!]

What's going on?!

[...that isn't his voice, either!

A few minutes later, after Lloyd's spotted his reflection...]



LAHARL!

[Vatheon, that's one angry face shouting through the SFC. One angry demon face, not an angry teen.]

I don't know what you're up to now, but I swear I'll put a stop to it! Now give me back my body!

[Aww, look! It's that really nice pony, Rainbow Dash! You know, usually all smiles and zipping about?



Okay, maybe she's having a bad morning today, with a scowl like that. The blue pony grumbles to herself, taking shaky steps as if uncertain of how to walk. Her wings flap a little, but without rhythm or the strength to take her airborne just yet.]

Damn it. [She (?) mutters softly.

This is not Shinjiro's day.]

((Responses will come from adashofsalt!))

[Bianca wasn't sure what was going on but there was one thing she was certain about! At first she thought against posting it but at the same time!]

Um, does anyone know what's going on? This isn't one of those curses isn't it?

.... [There was a mumble. She so embarrassed by this whole thing!]

But everyone is okay right? Is anyone else wake up in another person's body?