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Who: Felix & Thyme
When: Day 57, evening
Where: Thyme

Felix hasn't been spending much time in the carriage since their arrival on the new Prism. But he's here tonight in the living room, bent over a large sketchpad and sketching extremely slowly (and not with great talent). He's no artist but it's fairly obvious that his subject is a young woman with hair down to her waist. His own hair has been done up in a messy bun to keep it out of his face while he works.

Next to him on the couch is a white box secured with a Thyme green ribbon.

Should anyone pass by, he'll half-raise his gaze in acknowledgement.

"So, uh, we need have a talk..."

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Ess Eff?

Sorry, Solar Flare. She apparently talked to... another me. Only he's not me. He's someone else. It was kind of confusing.

I think I've spoken to him as well. I wasn't sure, and then I didn't know how to bring it up.

What? How did you talk to him?

He takes over your body sometimes. I don't know; I don't know how it happens.

Your eyes change.

[ Running his fingers roughly through his hair ]

... She said it's not another personality. It's... another person entirely. Someone's hijacking my body. And I think he's been here for a while...

Edited 2020-02-03 03:26 (UTC)

I have some memories of body swaps. It's considered forbidden magic where I'm from. Well, except by a species that demands the rest of us keep it forbidden.

[Cat is a bit sarcastic about that]

But it was a swap, not an overwrite. What happens to your mind when the other one is running your body?

I don't remember it...

Unconsciousness?

It's more like I'm sleeping, I guess.

What do you want to do about this?

I don't know. She thinks she can help us talk to each other.

It might help. My own magic could probably locate him inside of you, but I wouldn't dare to try to do anything.

Your own magic?

I remember a bit of magic. I was still learning it last I recall.

Magic that can let you inside someone's head?

Not their head specifically, but a view of their self. Or my self as the case may be. But one of the memories I have was using it on... someone who had swapped her mind into a human's body, and I could tell that her mind wasn't a human one.

... I don't know if this one is human either. Then again, I know I'm not human.

You aren't? Could have fooled me.

What these [ toys with fingers to show off claws ] and these [ gives her an extra fangy grin ] didn't give it away. Also the wings.

You've seen how I'll look when I get older, and I'm human. Just a subspecies.

I have? What do you mean a subspecies?

We're human, just a sort that can look very different as we age. We can have children with the more typical around here sorts of humans, and they might take after either parent.

Look different how?

We look a lot more... aquatic; we are the people of the water.