rubycity_ooc | Time for something fun!

Need a little pick me up? Or just feel like playing something really stupid? It's time for a meme.

The Magical Swap Meme
or the 'oops, you done fucked up' meme

courtesy of Luc*

Directions

Post your character with the name/canon in the subject meme. In your comment, put your preferences such as, "I don't want to do prompt #1" or "for the gender swap prompt, [character] will look like [this]" or "for the age swap prompt, my character will be 5 years younger".

Tag each other and have fun.

Prompts

Body Swap: Holy shit. You're looking at yourself like you're looking in a mirror. The only problem is, when you're looking down at your own hands... you're in someone else's body.

Gender Swap: Well, this is new; you're now no longer in the right body, but it's still yours. Were you always a girl? You sure weren't yesterday. Of course, this is probably another one of the city's tricks; no point in getting all up in arms about it, is there?

Age Swap: Are you starting to see a pattern here? Now you're younger-- or older-- than you were a little while ago. Who're you going to bug about your height now?

Canon Swap: Your entire history is different now. Suddenly, you're a homestuck. Or maybe you're an elf. Or perhaps you're not even switching canons with the person you're threading with. What's the damage?

Power Swap:...Like the one above, but with powers instead of canons.

Moral Alignment Swap: Suddenly, you're evil as hell. Or maybe you're really good now. Or maybe your moral alignment is "eh /non-commital wiggly hand gesture". I don't make the rules here, bucko.

Luc, you didn't include this swap I wanted to do!: Well look at you, you have a bigger imagination than I do. What are you waiting for? Swap it. Just swap it. Do it, before it's too late.

You now have four minutes to save the world.**

*If it's a bad meme, it wasn't my idea.
**You do not have four minutes to save the world. In fact, there's really no point in worrying about world saving right now.

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Mordred? Is that you?

[A small dark head peeks out of one of the extra bedrooms on the school's lower floor. No matter how much Diarmuid has thought about it, there is just no way his new very child-sized form is going to get him up to the loft where he usually sleeps.

At least he's not the only one who seems to have...shrunk.]

What is going on?

Yes, it is me. I suppose you are really Diarmuid, since you know me?

[As a child, she seems much calmer than she is as an adult.]

I do not know what is actually going on, but something seems to have reduced us to...miniature size.

[And it's not something she's used to, since she grew up too quickly to ever remember being a child.]

[Diarmuid nods and finally leaves the room, carefully crossing to stand next to her. His clothes are way too big and there is only so much rolling and tying up one can do to adult clothing to make it fit.

Don't even ask about his normal armor. There is no way a child is wearing that.]

Is this a trick of the overseers? Is that it? What is the point of doing something like this?

[For all that Mordred is calmer, there seems to be more curious energy around Diarmuid now. At least they balance each other out?]

I do not know. Perhaps it is to render us defenseless to something else that they will inflict upon us.

[The corners of her lips twitch when she sees the way way Diarmuid's clothes are hanging off of him.]

Though...before we figure that out, perhaps we should seek better fitting garments and weapons.

[Diarmuid looks down at his clothing and pulls at one overly large sleeve.]

Wouldn't it be better just to stay here until this wears off? It can't be too long, right?

[Knowing the overseers, though... Diarmuid seems to realize this and sighs, his little shoulders jerking.]

There is one other problem, but if you are in here I guess it is solved.

[His voice gets really soft.]

I couldn't reach the handle to open the door...

True. But there might be others out there who need our aid.

[She looks up at the door handle, and then back down at Diarmuid.]

Like you.

[She goes to circle behind Diarmuid, hooking her arms around his waist and trying to lift him.]

Can you reach it now?

Yay! I'm up high! Mordred is my hero!

[The words slip out before Diarmuid can stop himself and he looks down, slightly embarrassed. He covers his embarrassment by reaching for the door knob and turning the handle.]

Now the door is open. We must escape!

[Wait...weren't they going to go help people? What is this escaping?]

I am honored to be your hero.

[Even though this is a hackneyed phrase that she had repeated all too many times to the peasants she has aided, this time, she actually means it.]

...And as a hero, I will defend you as you escape the...whatever.

[She's a little confused by this as she looks up at Diarmuid.]

Don't worry! I will fight too, but it will be good to have you watching my back!

[Though, if he can even summon his weapons at this point is questionable.]

Come on! Follow me! We are on a quest to find the blue fairy box so that those inside can grant us the power to protect everyone!

[Oh dear...he just might mean the TARDIS... At this point, it might be better to play along, Mordred. He's having fun. What can it hurt?]

What is this fairy box? I have never heard of it.

[She gives him a skeptical look. She has to wonder if he's going a little bit cuckoo now that he's a kid.]

[Diarmuid gives he a bit of a disappointed look.]

It's a place where the fairies live, of course! I know the TARDIS isn't really a fairy box, but we're playing, and we don't get to play much. It can't hurt to play for once, right?

...Play?

[She cocks her head curiously.]

I guess not, but I have never played...

Never? Then we have to fix that!

[Diarmuid reaches out to take her hand and gives it a light pull.]

Come on. Come play with me. Lets hunt for the fairy box! It will be fun!

A-alright.

[She blushes.]

But...I don't think I'll be very good...

[Diarmuid gives his head a hard shake.]

There is no being bad at having fun. You just do it. Try not to worry, okay?

[He gives her a comforting smile and then points down the street.]

Now we begin the great quest for the fairy box! Let no one stand in our way!

[She nods and smiles.]

That's right! We're the bravest knights ever! Nobody can beat us!

[She would brandish her sword, but she figures it will be too large for her.]

Indeed! The very bravest!

[Diarmuid's weapons would also be too large for him, but he feels like they need something. The boy looks around and as he does, his eyes land on a pair of sticks near where they are standing. For a moment, he dashes away from Mordred, only to return and hold out the longest stick to her.]

Your weapon! We must be prepared!

Thank you for the weapons, Sir Lancer.

[She looks at the two sticks.]

But I think the Lancer should carry the longer weapon, shouldn't he?

He should, if he is being a Lancer!

[Diarmuid holds the stick out in front of him like it's a sword, not a spear.]

But I'm not going to be a Lancer today! I'm going to be a Saber. Just like the person who saved me!

Time for something fun!

Yes! :-D

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