To those who've swapped bodies:

If this condition isn't permanent, you need to pay attention to your condition after you return to your body. If there are any differences in your mental capacity, memory, physical ability or regenerative ability, use this post to report what you've observed.



[He may be cut off from the ongoing research at home, but that doesn't mean he can't continue it here. The conditions that brought about the transfer of consciousness are completely different, but still something worth monitoring.]

I apologize that I woke too late to give you proper warning, my love. I trust you've learned what has happened? Had this man kept anything in any sort of sensible order, I would have found his journal before now. Not that he is terribly untidy - I just cannot seem to make sense of where he keeps things. That is about to change, however, so I hope he can be good humoured at my efforts at organization when we return to our proper places. It should be soon, I hope - Jones willing. I already miss you.

You might be amused to learn that this body is at least as tall as you are. I have learned to be wary of doorways and low ceilings and of a certain young lady who needs to wear gloves at all times. This fellow is indestructible from what I understand, so you've no need to worry about my well-being in case of an attack. He may need reminding that my body is a lot more fragile, however. I do not heal as quickly, easily, or as completely as he does.

I'm among friends here on the Spades' ships. Marco is looking after me, though he's rather harried from all of the changed people on board. Alex is here, too! We are both well.

Write soon.
All my love,
Elissa

Hello everyone~! This is B.B. Hood speaking. Is everyone adjusting quite well to their new bodies?

I'll admit, I was a little shaky starting out, but this magic thing isn't that hard once you figure it out! At least, if you can train your mind to keep it under control. Who knew that unicorns were so powerful? ♥ If only I had access to this type of power all the time, imagine what amazing things I could do with it!

So remember to cheer up! This isn't all bad, is it? ♥

[Private to the Bloody Roses:]

Watch my stuff. If she touches anything, let me know so I can start torturing this body right away. Oh, and please don't kill her. All things considered, I'd like to be a human again at some point.

Oh, and Mr. Kirkland, the fairies send their regards. Thought you should know.

[it is a woman's voice. Sonorous and elegant]

Well, now. This is an interesting turn of events. I've heard of these magic journals but this is the first time I've ever seen one that worked for me.

What secrets do you hold, I wonder?

[Because Ranma's body is like some kinda shitty magnet for water, or at least knows how to cause water to magically appear out of nowhere, Sanji steps out onto the deck of the Katabami on a bright, sunny day -- and somehow promptly gets rained on.

From the one damn cloud in the sky.

He splutters, pushing drenched bangs out of his face and not noticing as his frame suddenly gets a little smaller and gains some new...assets... Mostly because he's too busy scowling and turning to stomp back inside to change his shirt. He wrings out the one he has on, absently tossing aside his now damp journal (which, of course, falls open when it lands on the floor).

It's when Sanji actually strips the shirt off and glances down that things suddenly click and he just.

Stares.]

........Ahaha...ha. Holy shit. The fuck, are those things real?

[MIGHT AS WELL CHECK AND SEE.

...

Ayup, they're real. Haaahahahaha... Whoa. Whoa.

HOW.

Sanji looks around, wide-eyed, and once he spots the journal he scrambles to snatch it up with one hand -- his other one is still squeezing one of his boobs, of course (sorry, Ranma). Then he yells into the book:]

Oi, oi, what the hell kind of body is this?! [Faintly:] ...Lucky bastard...




((OOC: All replies will be coming from boobs_love!))