Apartment
(In Chey and Ford's room, 'Chey' was still in bed and Ford was trying to wake her up.)
"Chey? C'mon, let's get up..."
(No response. Only loud snoring.)
"Zarquon, she only sleeps in like this on the weekends... Also, she never snored. What the hell?"
(Meanwhile in Kafka's room, the fox loudly yawns before looking around.)
"...Hey, wait a smegging moment, how did I end up in smegging Kafka's room?! Well, at least I had one smeg of a good night's rest... Must've been hella good, because I feel like a totally different person."
(Beat.)
"I need to stop giving monologues. Anyway,"
(The fox then exits the room.)
"Good morning to whoever's at home... Hope y'all are in the mood for pancakes."
Meanwhile...
Edited by EeveeGirlChey on Feb 6th 2021 at 8:43:20 AM
"My light shall be the moon, and my path the ocean, my guide the morning star as I sail home to you....""[mechanical arm spasms out of unfamiliarity and ends up whacking off one of Tropes!Knife's wingblades] SORRY! IT'S ME, LIBRE, THE SYNTH VOICEBOX KID! WHAT HAPPENED? Sheesh I don't know this arm..."
Libre still thinks Knife is gonna yell at him for suddenly damaging one of her gizmos, unaware of who is in Knife's body right now.
Edited by SomeLibre on Feb 6th 2021 at 9:55:16 PM
Cassie | they/them/he | Help needed for filling out entries on the Series X SCP categoryKnife keeps pulling Playing!Biden around City Hall, trying to figure out what's going on. "What the hell, what the hell...that guy with the invention! Of course! I'm gonna have a word with the committee about this."
They pull on one of the doors, struggling to open the heavy wood before managing it. "Shit, right, no more modifications. I should go ahead and re-add them soon. Mr. President? You alright? Did you just say sex?!"
Edited by MadameButterflyKnife on Feb 6th 2021 at 6:49:11 AM
and the public won't dwell on my transmission cause it wasn't televised.My eyes widen, suddenly very intimidated by the change in dynamic. And yet... A soft blush starts to spread across my cheeks.
"Y-yes sir, Mr. Pullman, sir." I nod. "I-I mean uh. Okay. I'm sorry for my... Transgressions..."
It's at this point that I glance into the nearby mirror, and realize what's going on. I gaze into my own eyes, and Taco's visage gazes back. Which means this must be...
"Okay, so I'm... Mayor? And that guy out there, that was... The President???"
she magnificent my bastard till i complete on her monsterTropes is...confused at Biibre kicking off one of his wingblades.
Hey, careful! Wingblades are important. At least I think they are.
Tropes reaches down and picks up the detatched wingblade.
I need to treat Knife's body well. I'm sure they're treating mine with utmost care.
Edited by TropesForever on Feb 7th 2021 at 12:57:17 AM
thebeatles.com/careers"No, they-you know what? We're going to Taco's office."
Knife pulls Playing to Taco's office and knocks on the door. "Mayor Badger? Mayor Badger? Ugh. Taking too long."
They punch the (heavy) door to Taco's office, to no avail. "AAAHHHHHH FUCK. I THINK MY HAND BROKE."
and the public won't dwell on my transmission cause it wasn't televised.

"KNIFE, WHAT IS THIS PLACE?"
Edited by SomeLibre on Feb 7th 2021 at 2:51:08 AM
Cassie | they/them/he | Help needed for filling out entries on the Series X SCP category