[For Nick] Bodyswitch shenanigans.

[callofkaren]

So, Karen hadn't exactly enjoyed her own little trip in Han Solo's body, but it had been pretty cool once she got over the initial shock. At least from her side of it, anyway. She'd even found Nick's story about waking up with not-her a little more amusing.

It was less than amusing being on this side now, though. Waking up to someone who wasn't Nick was more disturbing than Karen could have imagined. Not that she felt bad, knowing who was in his body, it was just weird, and even moreso now that it happened twice in less than a month. But Karen couldn't think about that, otherwise she'd start to lose it, wondering every night if she'd wake up a kid again, or a guy, or whatever.

She couldn't even go out there and find Nick either, and had to settle for waiting outside her hut until he (and some other body) showed up.

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[picksthelosers.livejournal.com]

There was an elephant. Following him.

Okay, it was a baby elephant, but the point remained. Elephant. At least the rest of this lady's menagerie managed to stay put. If he had to spend time surrounded by butterflies, he'd be tempted to start freaking the hell out.

No matter what he did, the baby elephant wouldn't leave him alone, so he had no choice but to make his way to Karen' hut to try to find her, and hopfully to also track down his body.

Nick found himself moving with a bit of grace as he came upon Karen, a bit of a natural swing to his hips that he hadn't quite anticipated. He felt... mysterious, like he should be shrouded in secrets and stories and tall tales and just being whatever someone wanted. Just to play the Game.

But it was all a little crazy and nebulous and there was a fucking elephant following him around, so he was having a difficult time concentrating on all the things this body seemed inclined to do that he didn't want to think about.

Finally making it to Karen's, he spotted her sitting outside and simply stopped and stood in front of her, arms crossed over his chest -- oh, god, those were breasts and he didn't really know what to do with them when they were on him -- one hip cocked to the side. He felt like he should say something, maybe, but preferred to just smile slyly at Karen instead.