[video]

[othersdie]

[Justin wakes up in a place that is definitely not his room. This, however, is a thing that he notices only after the initial wave of agonizing pain subsides. Looking at the video feed, a careful observer will notice that this doesn't look like Justin. There's something different about the face, the hair...]

What...

[He's in the Welcome Center in one of the guest beds. Therefore, it shouldn't be much of a surprise that Penny's voice can be heard in the background.]

Jimmy? Do you need more medicine?

I don't-- [Oh. Oh. Realization dawns--and is immediately derailed by pain. What the hell did Jimmy do?] Yes. Please.

Just give me a minute, okay?

Thanks.

[He notices the device's recording light. With a sigh that becomes a groan as moving proves to be a bad idea, Justin grabs the device. Before turning it off--]

Jimmy. I have something that belongs to you.


[ooc: Most pointless bodyswap of all time! Jimmy and Justin have swapped, Jimmy was clever enough to let House do a painful surgical procedure, and purple is Penny. Replies will come from ohcurses 

TRIGGER WARNING for the thread involving Carla.]

Comments

And here's the laziest curse journal of all time

[the_lost]

What the fuck. This is bullshit. Give me my fucking body back.

Hi!

[ohcurses]

You can have it. What did you do to your leg?

Re: oh hey there

[the_lost]

Schrapnel. I was in a fuckin' war, remember?

[ohcurses]

You did more than that. This is recent.

Don't mess up my body. [As Jimmy is clearly not good at taking care of things.]

[the_lost]

Yeah, I had surgery to fix it, like a responsible fuckin' human bein'.

[A pause.]

I'm not gonna mess up your body, but I might give ya a haircut.

[ohcurses]

Your surgeon must have hated you.

[Have a pause right back. A pause of horror.]

Don't.

[the_lost]

My surgeon knew what the fuck he was doin'.

[It was Jimmy that messed things up. He'll just never admit it.]

Y'can't stop me. Y'can't walk, remember?

[ohcurses]

If your surgeon was a butcher, I'd agree.

[Oh, fuck you, Jimmy.]

You wouldn't.

[the_lost]

My surgeon was Dr. House and he's a fuckin' good doctor, okay? He's from the fuckin' future.

[Good rationale there.]

Try me.

[dignity_misery]

[ Carla has a theory about what's going on here, but... what she does with that theory could be rather unpleasant. For now, she's simply slipped her way into the Welcome Center. You haven't gone anywhere on that leg, have you? She sits down on the edge of the bed without being invited, already smiling. ]

Hi there.

[ohcurses]

[Oh, great. His favorite person ever.]

Carla. I'm not Jimmy.

I feel like this needs a TW for sexual harassment

[dignity_misery]

[Oh Justin. Her smile pulls sharper.]

I know that. [It's a whisper.] But I don't think I care.

[...this could be a problem...]

[ohcurses]

[Oh. Justin really wishes that Penny didn't give Welcome Center guests so much privacy.]

What do you want?

[dignity_misery]

[Her hand comes out, brushing the soft hair across his temple, and she leans in closer to him.]

I just came to visit.

[She's really very amused by this curse. Maybe because tormenting Justin always puts a smile on her lips. There's nowhere for him to run, unless he's going to call for help. She'd rather he wasn't that kind of coward.]

How are you feeling?

[ohcurses]

[He pulls away from her... not that he gets very far.]

Did you come to visit Jimmy or me?

[Justin's pretty sure that Carla knows who he is. He's also not about to yell.]

Like someone's been digging around in my leg. How about you?

[dignity_misery]

[Her hand is going to catch on something, fingers curling. In his hair or in his shirt, she doesn't much care, she's not letting him get away.]

How much do you know about him?

[It doesn't really answer either of his questions.]

[ohcurses]

[As much as Justin hates Jimmy's hair, he doesn't much appreciate Carla's grip on it. His leg hurts and he's not in the mood for her games.]

Not much. I take it you've met.

[vicodincrutch]

Sure. Medicine alone is going to help. Do you have that physical therapy pamphlet still?

[ohcurses]

I'm not Jimmy. I wouldn't know where he put it.

[vicodincrutch]

Who're you and why don't you have enough sense to ask him?

Check the bathroom cabinet. The nightstand. Pockets.

[ohcurses]

Justin Pendleton, and I wasn't aware of the pamphlet's existence.

[vicodincrutch]

Justin.

[Wait. It's ringing a bell. Except he's already broody and pouty lipped. Oh. Awkward. No wonder that Jimmy seemed familiar.]

There is a pamphlet. He's also supposed to be going to physical therapy. Removing a foreign object from considerable scar tissue isn't anyone's walk in the park.

[ohcurses]

We've met.

I don't see a pamphlet...

[vicodincrutch]

And so we meet again.

[With more peculiar circumstances.]

Forget it. Long story short City General go to the front desk someone will be able to get that bag of prohibition era bones to some physical therapy sessions Monday through Friday if he wants to have a chance at walking properly.

[ohcurses]

I'll write that down. Maybe the owner of this body will follow your instructions once he gets it back.