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Have pranks gotten more elaborate since my time at school or are students becoming more and more disrespectful.
I don't know who switched all of my clothes around or what your intention was, but changing the size of them is incredibly simple. Men's clothes? Really? If there's a joke there I'm missing the humor of it.

That said, if my clothes aren't returned by the end of the day I will make each and every one of you regret it.

~~Especially this ma~~

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It's not often I ask for help with such a strange situation
but
There's a strange man in my room. I've never seen him before and I certainly didn't bring him in here. He's already unarmed but I'm not exactly sure what it is I'm meant to do with him now.
Assistance would be greatly appreciated, because if he wakes up I am going to smother him with a cushion.

[OOC: Murdoc is a lady for this event! Replies will come from

wwishful.]

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really i havvent been seein too many odd pranks in that sort especially towwards a professor an all and i do certainly hope that yours are returned to you as soon as possible

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wwait i understand that my colour is a vvery attractivve one an all and i certainly do mean no disrespect an all but maam wwho exactly are you

You aren't being funny, Eridan.
I'm not in the mood to play games right now.

um maam im not playin any games right noww
howw do you knoww my name

I'd be a pretty damn awful mother if I didn't know my son's name, wouldn't I?

[This is getting weird and quite frankly Eridan is going to be so skeptical because she doesn't sound a thing like his mother.]

wwait
mother
wwhen did you start teachin at hogwwarts

[No Eridan, no.]
Nearly nine months ago! After parent's day.
This isn't funny, Eridan. Can't you tell your poor mother is distraught right now?

Edited 2012-12-11 07:00 (UTC)

howw do i not knoww about this
as far as i knoww i just sent you a letter not too long ago telling you howw this years been goin for me
im not tryin to be funny im incredibly confused howw all of this is happenin

If you don't knock it off I am going to find you and clip you over the ears in front of all of your classmates.

Edited 2012-12-11 07:05 (UTC)

im startin to find this hard to read to the fact that youre callin me my owwn mother yet youre actin like this
honestly no disrespect but its comin up as far fetched as heck

Edited 2012-12-11 07:15 (UTC)

Come to my quarters.
Now.

oh yes
yes maam

[YEP HE's going. Only... Eridan actually didn't know who's quarters to really go to so he had to take a few guesses but after a bit Muirín is going to finally get a knock on her door.]

[She is waiting very impatiently in her room. She's spent a fair bit of time resizing all of this men's clothing into something more fitted and she's still not entirely satisfied.

As such. She's pretty pissed. Let's not even mention the guy in her bedroom which she made sure to lock the door to so Eridan doesn't get the wrong idea.

When she opens the door, she scowls at him for a long moment before she caves and leans down to press a kiss to his forehead. Nobody loves her dumb babies like she does. NOBODY.]

In.

[This is all just too weird, especially when she opened the door and he saw who was writing all of those things. Lord almighty, he had never seen this woman before in his life... as far as he knew, anyways.

In fact if he squints a little... He can kind of see it. Maybe. No not really. in fact, to him, the only similarity to his family are those scars with matched his... late father's.

... This is all too weird.

Either way, the scowl was what he was expecting, but god damn when she stopped and kissed him, it took him completely off-guard. He tried to move in from the doorway, but all that he could muster was a small noise, trying to speak.]

Um...

[Now she's less angry and more confused. Eridan seems strange, there's something off about him. Like her, it seems as if he's confused himself. Has he done something wrong? Is that why he's avoiding her?

She raises an eyebrow down at him, moving back a little and gesturing into the room.]

Come on. Are you alright?

[Oh yeah, he's seriously confused right now. He doesn't understand what's happening and it's confusing him and he just doesn't like this. Normally, yeah, he'd probably get more vocal about his discomfort right now, but no. No he's not right now.

He takes a step back at that and shakes his head.]

You're not my mother.

[She looks a little hurt for a second there. Is he saying that because she did something wrong? Is this what this is? A really elaborate guilt trip.

She just looks flabbergasted.]

I most certainly am, young man. Why would you say somethin' like that?

Because you're not, ma'am. My mother doesn't hawe those scars.

[He feels weird trying to disclose on this. He doesn't talk much about his father these days, and whenever he does it's always good word, of course.

But...]

Only my father did.

[She crinkles her nose down at him.]

Your father did NOT have these scars. [She snaps, but keeps her tone soft. The death of her husband and their father is still a touchy subject.]

I've had these scars since before I had you, actually. You cannot tell me you aren't my son, Eridan! I have the pictures to prove it! What do you have to prove your game?

[With that, he furrows his brows. He's not one to get angry if he can help it, his momma's taught him better... but this woman? She's making him ticked off at the moment. His first and foremost priority is to let her see the heirloom left to him. He holds up his hand, palm toward himself as he pointed to it.]

Because my mother gawe me this ring when I was old enough to comprehend how important it was to her. And I hawe pictures to prowe that you're not my mother.

[Well. That sells it. She takes his hand and brings it forward for closer inspection, paling a little at it.]

That's your father's ring... [She says in a small voice, trailing off before pulling back to cover her mouth with her hand. On her own hand is the identical ring. The one she kept instead of passing down to Eridan. She intended on doing so on his eighteenth birthday.]

Somethin' isn't right here. Do you feel strange at all? [She pauses to frown at herself for the vague question.] Like you've woken up somewhere you didn't belong?

[He was so glad whenever she finally realized this. He had a small feeling himself but by someone else confirming it, gosh he was so glad to hear that.]

Um... Y-yeah. I mean, not so much, but... I still feel like this isn't right for a lot of reasons.

[He makes a small noise before continuing, as if trying to get his words up.]

I know some people aren't acting right but I just thought it was account of a horrible day of sorts, but... seein' you makes me think differently a course.

Edited 2012-12-17 11:33 (UTC)

[Idly, she reaches out and pets his hair in a comforting way before she pulls her hand back and makes a face of annoyance.]

Sorry. Habit.
[She tuts, tapping a finger on her chin.] I wouldn't be terribly surprised if this were another one of the castle's way of remindin' us whose in charge here. If I were to venture a guess, I'd say that rather than wakin' up in the wrong bodies, we've woken up in the wrong world.

[A pause.] But that seems awfully foolish. Perhaps a bit farfetched, too.

[This time around he doesn't even flinch, he was sort of... alright with it, but he wasn't going to turn around and say that.]

It's okay.

[However, he then nods to her assumption, looking around her office.] M-Maybe, I mean, I kinda... think other than the different folk around, there's not much that's really changed I don't think.

But... I mean, seein' you just sets it all in stone that the castle's gotta be up to somethin'.

[That's enough to draw a little smile out of her. For someone who isn't her son, he acts an awful lot like him. Enough to make her want to dote on him and then nag a little bit.]

It wouldn't be the first time it's pulled somethin' like this. [She rolls her eyes, just reflecting on it makes her pissed off.] Hopefully it isn't permanent.

[Well that night had been especially intense. Especially, beautifully intense, to the point he'd conked out right afterwards. That was a first. Usually either of the two would kinda just go back to their rooms, but not that night. That night, for the first time, he'd fallen asleep in Murdoc's bed and slept the whole night through.

And now that he knows what it's like to have a warm body next to him, the absence of it is noticeable, which is why he's finding himself rousing from sleep slowly.]

...Murdoc?

[His voice is still sleepy, and he's patting the part of the bed where Murdoc had been not too long ago, wondering where the hell the man had gone. At the same time, there's a small part of him in the back of his mind chastising himself for actually having fallen asleep in the bed with him.]

[Yes, it was a fantastic night for all. Murdoc would agree, were he here. Instead, Muirín is here and confused and she's missed all of the good parts of waking up naked with someone you slept with and has had them replaced with horrified feelings of waking up naked with someone you don't recall sleeping with.

She's glad Bro slept through her quietly panicking and retracing her steps and she's glad he slept through her fixing a shirt and a pair of pants to be wearable.

In fact! She'd almost forgotten he was here! Until she hears him speak from elsewhere. Holding a cushion up like a shield, she pokes her head around the corner and tries to ignore the fact that Bro is quite obviously naked. Nope. She can't. She's going to look at the ceiling while talking.]

Who are you? And who is Murdoc?

[Oh shit. Oh. fucking. shit. The second he hears that voice, his stomach drops and his heart starts hammering a hundred miles an hour. They've been caught, and he doesn't fucking know what to even do. No one was supposed to find out about this, for several reasons. Several mutual reasons. And now they've been found out and he doesn't know what's even going to happen now.

For a long moment, he doesn't even move. He just stays right where he's at, staring at the spot where Murdoc had been not too long ago. Honestly, how he'd not woken up before that is anyone's guess. If only he had. Maybe this would've been avoided. If only he hadn't fucking fell asleep in the bed, this would've definitely been avoided. Fuck.

Finally, he slowly sits up, making sure the sheet is covering his lower half, and turns to face her. And then he freezes all over again, because she looks so fucking familiar and yet so completely different that he's just struck with an overwhelming sense of disbelief an confusion. It's the scars, more than anything. But above that, there's just a sense of familiarity, which only makes this that much more confusing. Because... it can't be...]

Murdoc... Uh. Murdoc Donoghue. You've never heard of him?

[Because he can't just... assume, even if she looks like him. As of right now, to save both of them, he has to start his cover story and he can't just fucking assume that this is some kind of weird fucked up thing. He has to keep with the idea that they've been found out and that he needs to save both their asses with some kind of clever cover up story.

He just needs to think of one.]

[She's just narrowing her eyes at him now. He isn't acting like they slept together, maybe that's a good thing. Only she doesn't understand why he's asking about someone else when this is clearly her room.

...But the clothes. All of the men's clothes? It's a little telling, she thinks, but she doesn't want to admit it in case this is some sort of horrible joke.

That and she's just terribly suspicious of the man. He's naked in her bed she has no reason to trust him.

And then he says her maiden name and it's really starting to head down uncanny valley. She's been an Ampora for well over ten years now, she doesn't know anyone who would refer to her by that.]

No. I haven't. He isn't related to me, if that's what you're thinkin'.

[She lowers her stare from the ceiling and tries to make eye contact, but it's hard.] Why are you askin'?

[When she narrows her eyes at him, it does two things. One, it makes him realize that he's not wearing his shades, and he scrambles to reach over to the bedside table to retrieve them. Naked and shadeless are two things he does not want to be in times like this. The other thing is that he realizes those eyes are familiar. Even from a distance, he can tell that they're so strikingly familiar that it's almost enough to comfort him and make him feel like he doesn't need the shades. But he puts them on anyway, because this situation is far from normal and he needs something comforting.

He doesn't know what to say when she speaks, though. Not at first. Because the voice... the accent, it's him. The voice may be different, but the accent is so familiar. But maybe he's grasping at straws desperately to try and make himself feel better. This... it can't be Murdoc. There's no way.]

I... no, I wasn't thinking that. Uh, sorry. Y'know, I think I'm just... fuck, yeah. I'm still a little drunk from last night. Uh... did we-? You and me...? I can barely even remember last night.

[She inclines her head a little as she catches sight of the eyes, acknowledging that she's noticed them. However, she's far to frazzled to remark upon them at this moment. Perhaps in every day conversation, but not right now. In fact, she thinks the shades make him look far stranger than his eyes ever could. She's trying not to raise her eyebrows at them.

She gives him a flat look as he stubmles his way through that sentence. She doesn't know, damn it. Shedoesn'tknowShedoesn'tknowShedoesn'tknow. Did he just say he's drunk? Did he just imply they slept together?

That pillow is now flying hard at your face, Bro.]

[That's all it takes for Bro to realize this is not Murdoc. The way she looks at him, even after seeing his eyes. It... it's not the same. It's not the same at all, and it just proves that she isn't him. And... it'd hurt, were it not for the fact he's still hoping that the real Murdoc is around somewhere, and that this... person hasn't replaced him.

The pillow takes him by surprise, though. He's far too distracted by everything and still semi half asleep that he can't dodge it in time, and it smacks him upside the head, knocking his shades crooked. He lets out a grunt and moves to straighten them up.]

The hell was that for? Christ. I was just asking! For all the hell I know, we might not've done a damn thing. I was just asking. Last night's such a goddamn blur right now.

[Except... no it isn't. It really, really isn't.]

I don't know what happened, but I know damn well that we did NOT in any way sleep together. [Pause.] I mean. Apart from the fact that we woke up next to each other. We haven't..done anythin'. Like that.

[She shakes her head. She's getting way off track.] Somethin' is terribly wrong here.

[Wow, way to flatter a man. Despite his feelings on everything, he can't help but feel a little... well, indignant. Now he's the one getting off track.]

There's no goddamn need to make it sound like it'd be such a bad thing if it did happen. Because I can promise you, it would blow your mind.

[Bro, you're attractive. She'll even admit it...to herself. Why do you think it's so fucking hard to look at you? YOU'RE HALF NAKED IN HER BED. You are embarrassing her.

But of course, that comment is enough to get her up in arms again and she twists her mouth into a scowl, grabbing a thankfully light novel off a shelf nearby and hurling it TOWARD but not AT Bro.]

Shut up and get out of my fuckin' bed you BASTARD!

[Alright, so maybe in hindsight he let his pride get the better of him. That book flying towards him makes him realize that, and on instinct he rolls out of the way. Which.

Kind of causes his ass to be all kinds of exposed as he rolls over onto his stomach.]

Has it occurred to you that I was staying in the goddamn bed for a reason? Like the fact I'm not wearing clothes?

[He's quick to cover up that little mistake, but hopefully it'll teach you a fucking lesson; don't throw shit at him if you don't want an eyeful.]

If you'd toss'em here I'd be glad to!

Edited 2012-12-22 11:38 (UTC)

[Of course, she's staring right at him when that happens. She wanted to see if the book hit!! She didn't want to see. That. Not that it's unpleasant it's actually quite-

Nope.

Not going there.

She's going to turn away so he can't see her turning red and search frantically for his clothes.]

You shouldn't BE there AT ALL!

[She's trying so hard not to shriek as she tosses his underwear, pants and shirt at him for emphasis.]

[Oh yeah, you know you enjoyed the hell out of that sight, there's no need to deny it. Not that he wants her to, in all seriousness. What he really wants is to know where Murdoc is, because this ass ain't meant for anyone elses sight.]

Don't you think I know that? [His voice is snippy, because he's seriously tired of being blamed for this when he has no idea what the hell is even going on.] I don't really know how I got here. I'm assuming it was alcohol induced, but why it was your bed I ended up in, I dunno. [Except he does, but. Still.]

[He pulls on his clothes one by one and finally he's dressed and out of the bed.] I can fuckin' promise you I didn't get in your bed just to piss you off.

Edited 2012-12-28 03:36 (UTC)

[There's plenty of reason to deny it, actually. She doesn't want to become attached to this ass when she has no idea how she'll feel about the one back in her own world. She doubts she'll become endeared to it with the way he's acting, though.

She folds her arms over her chest, turning away from Dirk so he can change without having to worry about her judging him (and so she doesn't get more flustered).]

Nothin' seems right today. [There's the slightest bit of sulk in her tone and she hunches a little to emphasis that, leaning against the doorframe so she can inspect the room.]

You do a damn good job of that whether you're in my bed or not.

[The longer that this goes on, the more... familiar this woman is starting to seem. He didn't want to think it possible, he really didn't. The castle's screwed with them so fucking much that for this to happen? It's fucking annoying. But he's starting to be unable to deny that something is up. That maybe Murdoc hasn't simply just... disappeared. That he's.

Here.

Right fucking here. Because their mannerisms and personality are way too damn similar for this to be any kind of coincidence. But he's obviously not going to say anything about it. Not right now. Not without trying to make absolutely positive that she's him.]

Oh yeah, I totally exist just to be a thorn in your side and a pretty ass in your bed. [An eye roll, even if she can't see it.] And you're fuckin' right about that, a whole lot's off. [Like the fact you have boobs when you shouldn't. Maybe. He's still trying to be in denial on that.]

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