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[not_so_different]

[Because the mirrors are fickle bitches, Missy's turns on, showing what's seemingly an empty bed.

Missy wakes up positively swimming in fabric. Stifling and confused, she gropes and maneuvers her way through the piles of blankets and what she would soon discover was her nightgown until she frees herself from the cloth prison. As she moves, the video feed shows a small lump moving under the covers until a small brown mouse pops out and stands by the pillow.

Once she takes a deep relieved breath of cool fresh air, she unconsciously swipes a hand over her head to brush back her curls. Her hand smooths over large ears, running over soft fur.]

What...

[She blinks, pressing her hands to her face and feeling whiskers and a long nose.]

What?!

[Racing over her bed, she peered into the long full length mirror by her wardrobe. Seeing the mouse on her bed and realizing that's her... she lets out a horrified shriek before pressing her hands to her mouth.]

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[trashylittlesecret]

Well this is turning out to be a morning.

[as evidenced by that falsetto, stunning ginger wig, and over-the-top pink ballgown on a VERY familiar face]

[not_so_different]

[Missy jumps, not expecting to hear anyone. It takes a few spins... and tripping over her new tail once... to realize that the bloody mirror is on. Groaning, she dashes up the bed to sit and stare at the thing on her nightstand.]

Richie? What the hell is going on?!

[trashylittlesecret]

.... Well that makes a little sense. You look like the friend of mine who looks like you. I just talked to her a minute ago, she's freaking right the fuck out.

As for what's going on, beats the shit out of me. Maybe it's got something to do with what went down at the train station?

[all those swears in that lovely Billie Burke voice. tragedy.]

[not_so_different]

[.... That's somehow worse than just becoming a mouse.]

Are you telling me someone else has my body?! This is utterly absurd!

[trashylittlesecret]

Yeeep. She wants me to go help her. Don't worry, I'm bringing a blanket.

[he sighs. he's still really not used to the sound of this new voice, and it's surprisingly annoying. when you make a name for yourself and a living off the way you sound, it's ... unsettling to not be able to control that.]

If you need a mouse taxi, I've totally done it before.

[not_so_different]

[She narrows her eyes at the mirror. Wut.]

Why, pray tell, do you need to bring a blanket? And what the hell is a mouse taxi?

[trashylittlesecret]

Lemme put it this way. Did you wake up with any clothes on? And the mouse taxi? As the kids say on the Tumblrs, it me.

[not_so_different]

[Tumblrs? She has no idea what the hell you're talking about... but still... She groans.]

Fabulous. Not only am I trapped in the body of a rodent I have no idea what is being done to my body or who is looking at it. So much for modesty.

[trashylittlesecret]

She'll take good care of it. She's not exactly the type to go running out to join American Gladiators.

[not_so_different]

[deadpan]

Richie... why do you insist on making references that the majority of the people in this place will never understand?

[trashylittlesecret]

[just as deadpan] I don't know, maybe because they're still funny to me, especially when you try to act like you don't get it and I'm pretty sure you do.

[not_so_different]

Prove it. [She'd arch an eyebrow at him if she could. As it stood, she had to settle for tilting her head at him. Her ears twitched a little which slightly ruined the effect...]

[king_of_egypt]

Mrs. Brisby...!?

[The mis-identification was understandable given the situation, but it would be something of a regret later. What mattered at the moment was the mouse and her safety.]

Are you in some kind of trouble? What can I do to help?

[not_so_different]

Mrs... who?

[Missy snaps, irritated, at the mirror. What the hell is even going on here?!]

[king_of_egypt]

CyromewToday at 2:50 PM

You.... don't remember your own name? [Been there]

[not_so_different]

Of course I remember my name, you imbecile. [She hops over to the mirror, glaring at it.] I'm Missy, not this Brisby.

[king_of_egypt]

[If the correction wasn't an indication to the truth of the misunderstanding than her attitude was. Mrs. Brisby would never be so course]

Pardon my mistake- [He answered more politely than she necessarily deserved. He had spoken to a Missy once before but she wasn't nearly so small and furry. The voice was familiar however..] you bear a striking resemblance to her at present.

Do you have any idea how this might have happened?

[not_so_different]

[She frowns, sitting back on her haunches with an irritated huff.]

Well I certainly didn't do anything. I can only assume something annoyingly magical is at play here.

[king_of_egypt]

No one was accusing you of anything. [Atem clarified. He decided that her earlier hostilities must be due to the shocking nature of waking up to find oneself transformed and nothing more.]

I haven't noticed anything else peculiar.... [That statement was a laugh in itself.... Still he puzzled over it for a few moments] Although...... Keeper was sporting a new pair of legs and breathing oxygen from the air like the rest of us.... [Apparently love did make you blind to some degree because he'd mostly been too busy confessing to spare much time for anything else.

Speaking of which.....]

[There was a time and a place for such things... and Missy was clearly disturbed, oh but his heart was nearly bursting to tell her about his newfound infatuation with her]

[not_so_different]

[She frowned... as much as a mouse snout can frown, that was.]

Keeper had legs and you don't classify that as peculiar? Ugh! This is worse than the day we were haunted by music.

[king_of_egypt]

It hadn't struck me as so at the time- at least not immediately.

[The effects were certainly more random than the musical event. At least he, himself seemed to be perfectly immune to whatever was transpiring now]

If this is a spell of that caliber we might not be able to reverse it early.

[not_so_different]

[Loathe as she were to admit it, she nodded in agreement.]

You're very likely correct. As dreadful as this is, we may just have to wait out the effects.