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Eggsy Unwin ([personal profile] commontype) wrote in [community profile] thisavrou2015-10-17 10:57 am

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[Eggsy had woken up this morning feeling pretty good considering everything. And that everything being that he was stuck on a space ship until that ship took him home or something like that. It wasn't the worst thing ever. He'd met some good people, some good looking people, and he was in outer fucking space.

He'd gone out to get the post, pressing his thumb to his postbox and pulling out a mask that frankly looked pretty cool. He'd put it on, taken it off, and put it in his room. No big deal.

Then as he's leaving, he stops in the middle of his room, thinking about how much he was missing JB, his pug, and that's when he felt weird. His eyes felt strange and he had sudden vertigo. Everything goes dark.

When he opens his eyes again he knows somethings off. For own thing, he's smaller, his weight spread out differently, and when he looks down at the MID (which is still somehow fucking attached) it's not on his arm, but on a dogs paw. His paw. There aren't any mirrors in his room and he starts to panic, thinking change back, change back now, and he fucking does. Suddenly he's him again, and he's not really sure what's going on.

But, he wouldn't be him if he didn't think that'd it'd be awesome to be a dog for a bit, so he tries to turn and he does. He runs around his room, then gets distracted by the MID and tries to gnaw it off, accidentally turning on the video. The ship gets a nice view of this cute fucker chewing on the MID and then this text:

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All sent from Eggsy's device.]
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[personal profile] tearmeanewone 2015-11-03 07:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, ah, right. [Yes, she'd rather not say anything more about this-- it feels a little like she ran out into a minefield and, shockingly, stepped on a landmine.]

No, I think that while whimsical, we shouldn't be able to alter our bodies that much just by thinking about it. Though I really don't think I'd be much happier having the ability to change my hair color at will either, or something like that.

[Elizabeth crosses her arms and bites her lip in thought.] I'd say it could be a matter of exposure to something on the ship--like some sort of radiation, but you've been here longer than I have and we can both do the same thing.