14169/The Great Switcheroo: Noriko and Jubilee

The Great Switcheroo: Noriko and Jubilee
Date of Scene:	17 February 2023
Location:	Jubilee and Noriko's Apt - College House
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Noriko Ashida, Jubilation Lee

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Noriko Ashida has posed:
It's after Noriko Ashida's shift, but there's still probably some time before Jubilation wakes up.  'Some time' though could mean a lot of things.  After all, Noriko's time is not everyone else's.  It seemed like the perfect time to get some rounds in on one of the machines in the Arcade, run her lines for the musical movie she's secretly in, give Pony a wash.  At some point between the rounds though, the speedster decided to slip in a short little nap.  She just thought she could lean down and close her eyes as everything spools out in the slowest of motion.

When those eyes next open, there are a number of objects around the speedster's body.  There is the smell of shampoo and the faint taste of soap.  The tense, warm enormous body beneath her that smells of hay and shampoo, as rigid as a marble statue.  The peanut shaped sponge that slips from the grip of Noriko's gauntlet.  The script that was drooled upon....and finally...

"FIGHT!" the arcade game announcer's voice comes out like a blip in that sterile world in between moments.

Jubilation Lee has posed:
    Jubilation Lee does not sleep. Not anymore. That's not to say she doesn't get downtime. When the sun peeks over the horizon each morning, the sweet embrace of death calls to her. She could resist it if she wanted to, at least for a little while, but it doesn't take long for the siren song of her coffin to be too much to ignore. Each morning, she opens the lid of the magnificent coffin, slips inside, and dies.

    It's not sleep. There are no dreams. No nightmares. Just...death. But, this time, /this/ death, her consciousness stuck around long enough to have a dream...

    When the sun falls back below the horizon, Jubilee's eyes flutter open to see the inside of her coffin. It's been a night or two since she last had some blood...

Noriko Ashida has posed:
Only Jubilation isn't the one opening the vampire's eyes...

She gasps for air.  "What the-" is what Lazarus must have said, but it's definitely what Nubes mumbles in this strange boot up sequence she can only not recall doing once in her life.

That isn't my voice, she thinks groggily as she stretches luxuriously, her hands hitting the top of the coffin with more head room than she remembered.  Speaking of remembering, wasn't she finishing up Pony's wash time?

THAT ISN'T MY VOICE?!  The coffin lid flies open as Nubes scrambles out, unsure what she's supposed to be hiding from.  But she was there, and there her voice was not her's, so maybe here it will be?

"Nori?" YEP TOO FAMILIAR, "-WHAT-THE-FUCK-IF-I'M-HERE-WHERE-WAIT,"  Nubes looks down at the body of Jubilation Lee and appreciates a view she's never had before, but there is no blush that follows, no quickening of her pulse, no rhythm.  TIME IS JUST FLOWING SO QUICKLY ALL THE TIME.

Jubilation Lee has posed:
    Something isn't right, she's sure of that. This is a gentle return to the waking world, a transition that's all too familiar to people stuck in the cycle of sleeping and waking. This isn't the normal slap in the face of going from dead to alive. This is... warm. Inviting. This is...slow. Very, very, very slow. The sweet delirium that seems to stretch to infinity begins ticking down as Jubilation continues the long, complicated process of waking up. It's something she hasn't done in a couple years.

    A month goes by and she's able to form thoughts. It's a few hours before she speaks.

    "What-the-fuckingfuck-fuck-is-fuck-going-fuck-on," is her first attempt at words. A natural Valley Girl, Jubes can't help but want -- no, NEED -- to fill in that awful silence that seems to drag out between each of her words. Like, you know, fuck.

    After, probably, a couple weeks, Jubilee becomes aware of the vaguely horsey taste against her face. She rolls off of the brown, hairy statue -- something she normally would do in an instant without even thinking, but... this time... it...

    ...seems...

    ...to...

    ....take...

    ...forever...

    Jubilee stares upwards as she falls from the horse's back, both legs akimbo, feeling a lot like Alice after she drank one of that fucking rabbit's potions. Fuck, I'm hungry. Fucking-fuck-fuck-fuck. Those aren't my legs. Fuck. How long have I been falling off this thing? Fuck, I'm hungry. And tired. It's been....a long night...

    (Day. It has been a long day, Jubes. And, actually, it hasn't been, yet.)

    "Hey, wait, this isn't..." Jubilee's voice is not her own. Those legs from before are not hers. Her eyes -- not her eyes -- dart towards the frozen horse statue that she's falling from. This isn't her usual F=m*g. This is like... Venus gravity or something.

    Finally, after at least three different presidential terms, Jubilee hits the floor. Ow. She frowns at the ground. It hurt me, she thinks. Jubilee moves her hand to rub her butt and, without thinking, slams five metal digits into the fleshy part of someone else's ass. It. Hurts. So. Much.

    "OW!" she cries out, angrily, and looks down at her assailant....

    "Oh, what the fuck are these?!" Jubilee almost shouts, suddenly finding those metal gauntlets not that cute, after all...

Noriko Ashida has posed:
The brown statue does begin to sluggishly move during this saga, eyes bulging, nostrils flaring.  THIS IS NOT THE STABLE! THIS IS NOT THE STABLE! THIS IS NOT HAY! WHERE DID YOU TOUCH?!

Pony swings her head around to give Jori some pointed side eye.  YOU AREN'T DONE YET WHY AM I HERE WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?! side-eye.

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"Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck," but she doesn't feel like she can say it fast enough.  Nothing feels right and it's actually disorienting to hear the background track of life race along so fast behind her thoughts.  These sluggish, dismembered thoughts.  It's as if someone shut off complete access to a super highway made of pure light.  This body doesn't feel right.

Nubes stands there, most of all shocked by the muted existence in this shell.  Not just are many more immediate sensations lost, human ones, but her entire existence as a mutant has been shifted.  Her entire reality of subtle currents and displacements in electrons, the tingles and prickles, the feeling of connectedness to things unseen...it's all gone.  All dark.  Silent.  An entire energy and receptor system lost.  This is beyond dead.

"I'm like a cat without whiskers," Noriko mourns from Jubilation's body with a laugh.  A red blood droplet squeezes out from her tear duct.  "Fuck.  I need to find Jubes."  She swipes at the droplet and then proceeds at completely boring normal speed.  "There's probably water everywhere by now and oh what-what if she isn't in me?!"  The door gets nudged, but ends up barely moving.  Nori's just not used to the physical norms of this body yet.

Jubilation Lee has posed:
    Despite her change in circumstances, Jubiko has not been gifted the ability to understand horse language. So, quite rightly, she glares back at the horse and leaves it at that.

    Without warning, the room begins to get dark. Jubiko's vision shrinks as the inky darkness in her periphery grows. Before the lights go out completely, she is able to have one last thought. Well, thirty last thoughts, but only one matters.

    I'm hungry.

    Only a couple seconds go by before Jubiko's eyes pop open again. She nearly unhinges her jaw, gasping for air like a fiend. She hadn't been breathing. She glances down at her chest, watching it rise and fall, staring at it for three whole days, probably. I'm hungry, she thinks again. That's not good. People can get really hurt, possibly worse, when she lets herself get hungry. It's irresponsible. It's been nine weeks since she last ate, maybe.

    "I gotta find some blood," Jubiko announces. The words flow from her mouth slowly, luxuriously, she thinks. She takes her time on them like a Kentucky Colonel asking his daughter's boyfriend what his intentions are. To the rest of the world, she sounds like a kid who figured out how to fast forward a VHS tape while it's playing.

    "Fuck you, Pony," is her next announcement. Jubiko is angry about something, she's not sure what, but it's as though whoever's nearest is the source of all her problems and, right now, that's Pony. With that settled, Jubiko takes off in search of blood.

    Everything seems to happen all at once. One by one, the standing arcade machines that line the wall power off suddenly, each of them releasing a little plume of blue smoke. Pages from the musical script flutter around the room. Out in the basement hall, an industrial hamper has been toppled over and one of Jubiko's long legs sticks out from under the pile of dirty clothes. Fuck you, Pony.

Noriko Ashida has posed:
9 WEEKS OF HUNGER?!  Nubilee feels the ache, but this, this is different.  This is a beast of its own.  This is something clawing at her gut.  "First, Jubes," she tries to reason with it.  "Wait."  She trots back over to look at herself in the mirror and sighs and smiles softly.  "Okay," she says to no one at all.

There's been something of a jumble trying to think in this body with her mind so used to being on the mutant neural autobahn.  She can't help but have her attitude affected, like being stuck on the lazy river at a water park.  She has no choice but to lumber on in liquid grace.  To her body!  And hopefully, to her Love!

...

"How did she go fast those times?  Was it because she was feral?"  Again, Nubes speaks to no one in particular as she nearly glides across the campus lawn.  She didn't even take her sunglasses.  So it's probably a good thing she's been talking to herself as if everyone else is on another planet, forgetting that she coincides with them in the same space time.

When Nubes gets to the basement door, she reaches for the keys SHE DOES NOT HAVE!  Then she bangs on the door with both fists, desperately.  "Jubes?!  Jubes are you in me?!"  She crosses her fingers.